Blood Moon: Paths to Destiny. [ Started / Accepting / Remade][IC]

[Asriel Dreemurr]

One quick note, I am re-making this RP in it's entirety and none of this is original. I just saw the RP and was not too fond of letting it die in infancy, so I made this. Now, continue on about your day and join if you like. By the way, if Aqua Girl comes back I shall hand over control of the RP to her.

[spoiler=Plot]In the beginning there was nothing, leaving nothing to be desired until cosmic energy exploded across the black void of space to create the vast galaxies of the universe. Though, only one galaxy concerns our story. One galaxy, one system, one planet...Earth. On this beautiful blue ball, we'll center our focus on a large continent named Ovoria .A largely forested area, Ovoria's people are human...yet rather peculiar events were surfacing with no action done to solve them due to poor amounts of inconsistent information. Reports of night attackers that look of wolves, yet they stand on only two legs. Also the human's morning walks have discovered multiple dead bodies of the night watches, which would normally be blamed on the other tribes if it were not for the fact that there was no blood inside the bodies, or around the area in which they died....save for the dried blood caked onto the bodies necks around two small puncture holes. Wild rumors were spread about blood cults around the continent griping the human tribes in a state of perpetual fear....that is until a small clan emerged from the shadows and made their existence known. That clan's name....was Morvant.

They called their species "vampires" and explained the connection between the bloodless bodies and their existence. Though upon asking by the humans if they had any thing to do with the two legged wolves, Morvant merely replied that the creatures called themselves Lycanthropes...or Lycan for short. The humans, of course, were against making relations with the Morvant because of the fact that so many had died because of them and fought the Morvant clan back into hiding. Now armed with the knowledge of what they were being killed by, the humans fell into a period of genocide against the vampires and the Lycans for causing such grief against the humans and their villages. However with the changing of the generations, humans came to eventually accept the vampires and Lycans under alliances to keep the others in check and at peace. Morvant came up under much stronger alliances than the others...being that they were the first to introduce themselves to the humans, and with their backing rose above all others. The mindset that came with this spike in power caused the Morvant to gain a sense of nobility. Which ultimately initiated the greatest project the Morvant could ever hope for.....the construction of Morvant Castle.



A millennium and a half later......


Morvant still stands strong and it's influence is immeasurable.
The farming crops are vast and plentiful.
The government stands firm and just, as all monarchies should.
The kingdom covers almost all of Southern Ovoria and life they know it couldn't get any better.



However, debates start when rumors speculate that the king and queen adopted a human child now named Kaleo and 15 in age and put him in line for the throne after their first son, Amzesh. The nobility has made no comment to whether or not these rumors can be confirmed or denied, and they have no intention of doing either. Some say adopting the human prince, was a way of showing the humans how far Morvant has come in the fact that they truly want peace and harmony between all the races. Some see it as an ill omen for future events that will ruin Morvant and plunge the continent into another blood bath. Either way, times are changing and the events of the next few months will most likely shake the Morvant Clan to its very core; but like all of Fate's mysteries....all it takes....is time.

Time, however has not shown favor to the Morvant alone. Other clans of vampires used the time to break from those old clans that crumbled from the genocides, and stayed in hiding to plant the seeds of growth so that they might rise anew.

And what of the Lycan? The genocides had eliminated many of the clanlines, and forced a large majority into the frozen reaches of the north past the dangers of the northern mountain line. However some adventures, simple travelers and traveling merchants, speak rumors of having seen large cats that walk as humans.

Morvant has many allies, but it has very strong enemies, as Morvant is the only Vampire clan to function with a Royal family and to choose its leaders through bloodline, whereas the older fashioned vampire clans who work off of choosing their leaders by proving who is the strongest. They see the Morvant as the soft spot on the garrison that are the vampires and seek to shake the Morvant clan to its knees and to make its power their own. Some human towns and cities farther out still harbor hatred for the vampire race and seek to destroy the clan and remove Kaleo from the clan, then take him back to their city to his own kind, or maybe those who seem to be his own kind.

With so many people questioning the King's authority and judgment, will Morvant stand strong during it's first true crucible? Or will it crack from the pressure of those who wish harm upon it and crumble into the pages of history?[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Races]Humans
The ever so populous race on the continent. They have towns, cities, and villages all over Ovoria. The similarity between all of the settlements is that they all have some form of defense against vampire and lycan attacks. Since humans have been here so long, they have developed a way to defend themselves, though they may still be overwhelmed, but they will not be wiped out without a fight. The settlement set ups are as follows, Farming villages are concentrated mainly to the south for the longer growing season. Major cities are more concentrated to the central area of Ovoria due to the favorable climate, nomadic tribes also wander here quite often. The north, the frozen lands, are where the more "barbaric" tribes of humans live, there are human cities but not many due to the Lycan species that lives in the north.




Vampires
These can quite vary. They can be ruthless killing machines that desire nothing more than to feast on humans and to level cities, or they can be more "evolved" to show moderation in their attacks or feeding more sophisticated if you please. The mentally "evolved" vampires tend to be the leaders of attacks, though the "brutish" vampires tend to be Alphas of the clan. Vampire clans base their leadership on the most powerful rules, often leading to other vampires challenging the current Alpha to a duel to earn their place as the new leader. There however is one exception to the rule, Clan Morvant.
These creatures are not vampires straight out of the movies, and no they are not Twilight Vampires...f*** sparkles. They do not burst into flames in sunlight, rather their pale skin has the reaction like an Albino, they begin to burn, blister, and their skin cracks severly. Their sensitive eyes cannot be exposed to sunlight for more than a few seconds because the contact causes them to go into an epileptic shock. Both events occuring simultaneously is an extremely traumatic experience and if a Vampire is removed from sunlight in the middle of this reaction it is an event that scars them for the rest of their unnatural life.
Their power is completely lunar based. They are exceedingly strong and exceedingly fast, though their strength cannot hold a candle to a Northern Lycans strength, and their speed cannot hold light to a Southern Lycans speed. The fuller the moon, the stronger and faster they become, a full moon they are at their peak. However, on a new moon they are most vulnerable, they are no stronger and no faster than a human.




Northern Lycan
These reside on the northern ends of the Continent of Ovoria, in the snowy and mountainous regions of northern Ovoria. These are your Canine lycan. They are excruciatingly territorial. If anything or anyone outside of their race or pack wanders into their territory they will attack it. Their power and specialty reside mainly in their significant physical strength. They do have speed but they are not nearly as fast as vampires and Southern Lycan. If you don't want your head caved in with a single blow, avoid them at all costs during the full moon (If you're a human). Like southern Lycan, a northern Lycans form is based off its clan and the region it dwells in. Though canine lycan are NOT completely restricted to the north, there are a few who live in the central and southern areas, though those clans are far and few between.




Southern Lycan

These reside anywhere on the southern end of Ovoria. They are your feline lycan. They are not quite as territorial, they allow outside races or outside lycan passage through their territory so long as the person(s) do not hunt on their grounds nor come with hostile intentions towards them. They are extremely fast, faster than vampires, but their physical strength cannot compare to a vampires or Northern Lycan's.
The kind of feline a Southern Lycan turns into is dependant completely on the clan and the region in which they are settled. A mountainous clan would be either Mountain Lions, Cougars, or Bobcats. However a clan is made up of only one form of feline species, the transformants do not mingle amongst one another in a clan. A clan would be either all Mountain Lions or all Bobcats.
Forest based Southern Lycan would be along the lines of a panther or a jaguar.
Plain based Southern Lycan would be like you savanah felines like Lions/Lioness, and other Plain/flat land felines.




Nephilim born of human mothers
(only one of these)

Entities who have been around ever since the days that both humans and Angels existed at the same time. These are half angels and half human beings. They, like humans, have potential to excel in what they do.
Nephilim have existed amongst the races, especially humans, since fallen angels began to mingle amongst the humans. Their mothers die in child birth, always, their mother's human frame cannot handle the stress of going through child birth with a half angel child. The angelic fathers never take care of the child, so the child is often left to the mother's family or orphaned.
Their open existence can only be found in books that tell about them, and how to tell if one is indeed a nephilim through certain traits. Since when a Nephilim does not have its wings out or is not practicing its powers, it looks just like a human.
Nephilim are believed to be human since birth since they have no powers and their angelic blood does not come out at all at birth. Around the pubescent years their body goes through minor changes *eye color, pupil design, hair color*. Between the ages of 17 and 25 is when a Nephilims powers come out fully and they gain their wings. They have an extended life span and their aging process slows down at mid 20s. Some Nephilim never gain their wings or powers, though they do maintain the extended life span.

Nephilim are actually a lost race. The knowledge of their kind has been lost over the generations and any books with information on them are often rare and are in private noble or royal libraries. Any person that is a nephilim, upon gaining their powers, are often startled upon the changes brought upon them in their early adult years.
Because of their appearances with their wings, they are often mistaken for demons or demon possessed humans, and often killed. Any that to not know of what they are, often try to make sure they hide it in fear of being killed for being a demon or associated with demons.



Nephilim born of Angelic Mothers
(I'll only be accepting one of these)

These Nephilim are very similar to their human born brethren. The main difference is that they are born of an Angelic mother and a human father. The Angelic mothers are capable of living through the child birth since they can easily handle the strain of birthing a half angel child. This is where the problem ensues.
Nephilim born of a human mother have a life sacrificed to bring them into this world, almost as if the sacrifice ensures their sanity.
Nephilim born of an angelic mother, do not have that sacrifice. For the first two decades of their lives, they grow fairly normal and just like their brethren, however as they grow older and their powers closer to blooming, they slowly begin to slip into insanity.
This is the drawback of being born of an angelic mother, by the time the child's powers bloom, they will have lost their minds, becoming bloodthirsty and homicidal. They will throw themselves into harms way and any sign of danger that may have a high chance of them dying. They are suicidal to the point they will not harm themselves but will but them in a situation with a high risk of death by another. They often wander as bandits, mercenaries, or just wandering killers that ambush anyone who wanders to close to where ever they are at. They are dangerous and their powers evolve quickly due to the situation of their birth.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Character Classes]
Important to Mage Classes
Just a standard to say here. All Magicians are "Glass Cannons" they can deal quite the blow but they cannot take a hit very well. Not only that but mages do not use swords or large weapons, with the exception of a battle mage that uses short swords. They may use bows, though it will be something very rare to find. It is more common to find a mage using a pole arm or a staff.




Sage
You cant chose this I'll choose who will level up to this character.

A sage is a rather universal term for any person with magical ability that has far exceeded the normal potential, and taken their magical power level to such extremes that the power literally extends their life by at least a millenia. These are the people who write magic books and create new spells for Magic or Alchemical masters to learn so they may hand the knowledge down to their pupils. Sages are a rare group though, and most live in solitude, a traveling sage is far harder to find than a normal Sage.
Sages are someone you do not want to fight with, no matter what your level or your race, you will lose.




Squires

Squires are the basic warriors of Ovoria. They are taught how all weapons work From unarmed to ranged to close quarters. Near the end of a squire hood however, they've always found a weapon they like the best and specialize in it. Squires usually are knight's errand boys, task runners and their armorers, and in return the knights train them. When and only when the knight feels that the squire is ready for the world the Squire is knighted and sent out into the world in the hopes that the newly appointed knight may take a squire and repeat the cycle.




Knight

After being accepted as such, Knights are mostly used in the Morvant kingdom as a local law enforcement when the local militia or civilians can't solve their own problems. They are also used as escorts for allied tribesmen and women back to their homelands. They also serve as security for supply transports between tribes. Overall, knights are the basic security force for the Morvant Kingdom. Knight usually are content with being a knight....but whether it be a greater desire for power, or just wanting something more out of feeling more accomplished. the practice of magic is available for those who wish to take that path. Although Knights can just further their weapon training.....but we'll get into that later.




Swordsmen/masters
These are fundamentally anyone who began to have training with bladed weapons, especially a Squire and Knight, who abandoned their armor for lighter and more movement free clothing. These are the fundamental opposite of a Knight. A Knight relies on raw power and devastating blows to cripple their opponent. Where as a Swordsman relies on speed and precision to riddle their opponents body with cuts and gashes leaving very likely lethal gashes, and precision to cut into muscles and tendons to cripple their opponent. Unlike the swordsman the Knight relies on raw power and other various weapons other than swords to bash and smash their opponents limbs, shattering bones to cripple.



Rogues

Rogues are identified as thieves, burglars, and bandits. Their skills can range from the quick footed and agile bandits of the roadways, stealing and plundering bypassing caravans. Bandits often roam in groups, splitting their plunder among one another and having a camp not too far from their traps and roadblocks. Bandits often have some of the other various skills of their rogue cousins, the Thieves.
Your thieves are your agile, light footed, and stealthy rogues. They can lock pick, set small traps within locks, handle mild poisons, set complicated traps to cover their tracks or slow down anyone tracking them, pickpocket, and disguising themselves. More experienced and intelligent thieves are capable of putting a disguise together while on the run if need be, by taking various things from anyone they pass by and put those various components together to make a very convincing disguise (Think along the lines of Robert Downey Jr's Sherlock Holmes.)



Assassins

Assassins commonly belong to assassin guilds, though there are some that work by themselves and are contacted by people who wish to hire them through people the assassin knows. Assassins belonging to the guild however gain hits and jobs through the guild itself. The guilds gain "jobs" through their various carriers they have spread throughout all of Ovoria. There are 3 big name assassin guilds, The Red Rivers, The Silver Hawks, and The Silent Sting. The whole number of every assassin guild in Ovoria is unable to be measured, the logos of the three main guild however are the most common to find to those who know what to look for.
Assassins are highly skilled in silent step, trap setting and trap disguising, and are well versed in the knowledge of toxins, poisons, and natural venoms. Before being allowed to become a full assassin, a trainee is put through a course where they must avoid any other assassins dressed as guards, land killing blows on posted fake bodies without ringing a single bell tied to it, and must recite every single fatal area that if struck will result in a death and how quick the death will be.



Barbarians
Barbarians are generally male, if coming from the north, though there are the occasional female barbarians from the northern regions of the continent. They often wear leathers, skins, or in some cases chainmail, though some have other armors. They prefer larger weapons, large axes, hammers, claymores. However these weapons aren’t all they may use, it’s just a matter of what they find off of dead bodies or kills. Northern barbarians right of passage involve going out and hunting a non-docile creature(s) and bringing back the head, body, or pelt of the creature as proof of their kill. If you wish to challenge the current leader of the Barbarian clan to become the new leader, one must first go out and battle with a lycan, kill it, and bring back any part of its body, then upon providing proof of your kill, if the current leader then does not stand down, you must then duel the current leader, and this fight is often to the death as it is with fighting the lycan.





Amazons
Amazons, are women, women, women, no men. They are essentially barbarians, though Amazons are mostly to the southern end of continent, in forest areas, high grassy areas, or riversides. They specialize in mostly Bows and Arrows, Pole weapons, and some swords though sword trained Amazons are an uncommon sight. The Amazons right of passage is rather simple though physically painful, they must remove their left breast in a sacrifice to the Amazon clan’s Goddess. The sacrifice is also to make the use of their bows and arrows easier, as the breast gets in the way.
Amazons for keeping the female purity of their clans, they go out and find a man on the outside and literally rape and kill him in attempt to get pregnant with a female for the clan. If they give birth to a male, they will either kill it, or give it to an outlaying village.




Brawlers:
Their builds can vary, they have no real cultural setting. They are strictly fist fighters. They use their bodies and their environment to its fullest capabilities. They are not proficient with weapons, with the exception of gauntlets, since you know it goes on their hands. They wear either thicker leathers, or light armor.

However, there are two kinds of brawlers.

You have your typical brawler, who in build and sometimes appearance (other than the clothes, though they are similar in they often wear leather, but the make and style is usually different) can be mistaken for a barbarian. However unlike barbarians, they do not carry weaponry on them. These brawlers are very much dependent on raw strength and the “I’m going to beat you into a squishy red paste on the wall, floor, and ceiling” line of thought.

The second kind is often the robe wearing monks. Depending on the religion and practice they can be decorated with sashes, different color robes, markings or certain jewelry (nothing outstanding that would bulk them down or draw attention). Different robes, sashes, markings, or jewelry signifies level of enlightenment. These brawlers fight with their hands for the sake of reaching a higher state of enlightenment. Whether it be furthering their training or using their fighting to keep to the laws and codes of their belief. They are less on the "beat the crap out of you" method, and more reliant on the finesse of fighting. They hit specific area's and try to immobilize you. In other words pressure points are often studied.





Shaman (mainly for tribes outside the Morvant Kingdom; though some can exist within Morvant as well)

Shamans rely fully on the power of nature to heal and protect themselves and others as well as hex and attack those who wish harm against him/her. Ovorian Shamans have an intimate knowledge of the herbs on the continent, making them very valuable in the field and even more so in daily rituals to keep the shamans tribe safe from bad spirits. Shamans are very influential in their own tribes second only to the actual Chieftain of the tribe.




White Mages.
These are your holy mages, clerics,and exorcists. They like the Templar and some of Paladins, work for the churches, though they are not restricted to just one church. A white mage can be under any religion, preforming acts of kindness or help in the name of their deity. However White Mages come in different varieties. Some are strictly healers, devoting their entire life to learning the arts of healing magics. Others are Exorcists, devoting their life to the art of holy magics and magics involving demonic banishing. The rest perform the same acts as a Paladin, except the White mages magics are more powerful in their magics, but their fighting experience and physical endurance are much lower. All White mages are capable of summoning an angel to their aid, so long as the situation fits the Angels purpose. Angels can refuse the summoning if they themselves find the reason to be too trivial.




Black Mages.
These Mages are as their name suggests. They follow the corrupted mind set of the Gray Mages after being absolutely corrupted by the power of the elements. Their Magics focus on anything and everything that falls on the corrupt side of magic. They are commonly known for the practice of demonology, and usually need buckets worth of blood in order to complete some of their more severe rituals. Being that blood is the most concrete form of bonding to the spell, it can severely increase its power. Though if it back fires, sever repercussions will be applied to your body, mind, and soul. Black mages can summon lesser demons. Demons can be summoned at any time for any situation and must do as their summoner commands. Lesser Demons cannot refuse the summoning unless the summoning Back fires.





Gray Mages
Gray Mages are the first step towards understanding elemental magic. A thurge is tested for mage potential by first making them learn the basic of the four elements, and then tested on a larger scale by making the thurge learn and apply advanced elemental magic opposite to their primary element, which is usually determined by the thurge's ability on how fast they pick up the elements. After learning said elemental spell, Gray Mages are free to learn the other elements in whatever order they please.




Battle Mages
Knights who wish to learn magic or Gray mages wishing to having the ability to fall back on iron in case their magic fails them can aspire to become Battle Mages. They know the basics and the more neutral spells. They have fighting knowledge from their Squire training, and have delved into magic as well. Since Battle Mages have not really completed their training to become a Knight they still have a lack of fighting experience, though their magical knowledge helps to compensate slightly.This is often where all Dark Knights and Paladins start off. They are Battle Mages to start and eventually make their choice on which side of the magical spectrum to dedicate themselves to. Some move towards the enlightened aspect of life and become Paladin. Some hunger for a life with more power and become Dark Knights. Some even stay completely neutral and continue their training in the standard spells and remain a Battle Mage.




Paladin
Paladins are champions of the people, and their God. Becoming a paladin means moving from the "gray area" of magic and follows the life of light, losing all elemental magic in order to learn basic light magic so that they can use quick field healing magic which is useful in battle. Paladins can also shoot up their pain tolerance, so that they can fight longer, but Paladin's need be wary of such an ability, for if you receive a fatal wound, you may not notice it until it is too late.




Dark Knights
Dark Knights are Knights who have fallen to the path of Darkness using Black magic in coordination with their weaponry. Most of the Dark Knight's fighting is fluid but erratic at the same time, yet the addition of magic into their arsenal turns them into something you wouldn't want to face in a duel or in the field of battle. They make use of basic magic, and also magic on the darker realms, illusions, torture style spells, anything to slow or cripple their enemy. Some of the spells they use, being of dark origins, take a toll on the Knight himself, after all when dealing with something dark like this there is always an exchange to be made, to use a spell beyond their capability could very well result in a rebound that would surely be followed by a very slow and painful death. Now to be a Dark Knight means you are mostly neutral to any one's situation yet if someone asked for your help a small twinge of evil would spark. So regardless of whether you agree or not, you always seem to find someway to bring that favor back on them to where they run into more severe trouble than when they began, thus giving the Dark Knights a nasty reputation for giving people more trouble than the Dark knights are worth.




Templar
A Paladin that fully embraces the light of God will ascend to the Rank of Templar, A Templar is a Hell Knights polar opposite. Their powers focus mainly on the light side and the more pure magics. They are considered emissaries of God, and as such are linked in some way to the Church. These people must start out as good, for a wicked person cannot become a Templar. However, a good person who achieves the Templar rank can, as time passes, see the wickedness in the world from their teachings and decide to take the "cleansing" into their own hands and try to rid the world of wickedness, according to what their definition of wickedness is, to the point that the other Templar and citizens view them as a Rouge Templar. In becoming Rogue, it becomes more difficult for them to focus and cast Holy magics. They are capable of doing it, but because God sees them as Rogue, he can very well make their spells have a nasty rebound. A Templar is viewed as an emissary and a weapon of God. Any who speak out against God or the Church, is often silenced by a Templar.



Hell Knights
Hell Knights have fully submerged themselves in darkness, serving only people who want others dead.The mental state of a Hell Knight leaves a lot to be desired from the periodic rages and unprovoked killing sprees, to the demonic worship, to the bribery, murder, and adultery. Dark knights only care for the rich so that he can still make his money. Though God forbid you piss off a Hell knight not even an army of knights can hold him/her back. The only thing to counter a Dark Knight is a Templar....and even that is sometimes questionable. [/spoiler]

[Spoiler=Profile Skeletons]
Character Name:

Character Race:

Clan name: (If Lycan or Vampire)

Character Age:

Character Class:

Appearance: {Picture and a 1 paragraph (4 full sentences) describing changes (if any) to said picture. Or no picture and 2 paragraphs . }

History:

Clan history and details: (Again if Lycan or Vampire, and only if you make your own clan.)[/spoiler]

[spoiler=My apps]
[spoiler=King of Morvant]
Character Name: Julius Morvant

Character Race: Vampire

Clan name: Morvant

Character Age: 500

Character Class: Swordmaster

[spoiler=Appearance:][IMG]http://i521.photobucket.com/albums/w339/Kiokama/RPCs/Vampire.jpg[/IMG][/spoiler]

[spoiler=History:] Julius was born the son of the last king of the Morvant clan and, as such, grew up as any prince of his clan would have. His life was easy, up until his father was killed by an Assassin while trying to make peace with a clan of Lycans to the south. Julius was sixteen at the time that he was set upon the throne by circumstance and quickly proved himself to be an able and just ruler. Wanting to ensure that he would not meet the same fate as his father, he sought training in the way of the sword, eventually deciding to forsake armor altogether and walking the path of the Swordmaster. At the same time, Morvant came to a time of prosperity under his rule. At the age of three hundred, he married a woman by the name of Alexia, also a Vampire of the Morvant Clan, and about fifty years later they had their first child, a son they named Amzesh. Only about thirty years ago, though, Julius' life was struck by tragedy once more. Alexia became the victim of a disease that, though hardly contagious, was absolutely lethal. She died not long after contracting it. Now, just this year in fact, Julius has adopted a human boy named Kaleo and made him the heir of Morvant after Amzesh with the intent of securing peace with the Humans.[/spoiler]

Clan history and details: It's Morvant Clan, the entire plot is about them. [/spoiler]
[Spoiler=My Lycan Shaman]
Character Name: Kerash "The Exile"

Character Race: Northern Lycan

Clan name: N/A

Character Age: 175

Character Class: Shaman

[spoiler=Appearance:][IMG]http://i521.photobucket.com/albums/w339/Kiokama/RPCs/WereWolf-1.jpg[/IMG]

In addition to his rather substantial claws, he always carries a simple wooden staff adorned only with the feathers of various birds and the teeth from various predatory animals, the top of the staff is adorned with a fairly large fang that might just have come from another Lycan. He is almost never seen without a kilt of sorts that he appears to have made himself from the hide of a brown bear and adorned himself with the symbols of nature by scraping away the fur, presumably with his very large claws. His substantial mane and the fur on his tail are wound into several braids at the ends of which are held either bones or feathers. Holding his kilt to his body, he wears a simple chord belt which has many pouches made from woven grass attached to it in which he carries his various herbs.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=History:]
There was a time when Kerash lived far to the north with a clan of his own like any of the Canine Lycans should. However, that time is long past and he is still quite bitter about his expulsion from his clan. When he was still young, around the age of thirty years, and still an inexperienced Shaman, the head of his clan became deathly ill and he was the only one with anything close to the knowledge required to save him as his master, the official shaman of the clan, had died only a few days prior. Kerash prepared himself and the herbs that he had been taught were used for the curing of diseases amongst his clan, and he began to work tirelessly to save the clan Alpha's life. After nearly seven days of constant work, he succeeded in driving the illness from his Alpha and was praised for his skill by the others of his clan. However, a few days later the Alpha suddenly died in a freak accident as he fell through the ice on a frozen river. Kerash had been the only one with him and, as such, was blamed for his death. As hard as he tried to convince the others, they would not listen. He was driven far from the southern boundary of his clan's territory by the very Lycans who had praised him only a few days earlier. Thus he began his life as a wanderer, traveling about the lands as necessary. He has even traveled as far south as the forests of the Feline Lycans, but he has since returned to the frozen northern lands of his childhood. Now he lives alone in a cave not far from one of the cities of the White Suns clan, but far enough away not to be noticed. Despite his desire for obscurity, he will not hesitate to aid anyone who happens to need help.[/spoiler]

Clan history and details: N/A[/spoiler][/spoiler]

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First IC Post:

In the throne room of Morvant Castle, a surprisingly plainly dressed vampire sat upon the throne, resting his head in his right hand, the elbow of the same arm resting on the arm rest of the throne. The room itself was very dark, lit only by a few candles here and there but to the vampiric eye it was sufficient to see the entirety of the room, which was itself very plain. The walls were of black stone and the few decorations that existed within it were tapestries showing the previous rulers of Morvant. The throne itself was also simple, made of the same black stone as the walls and a single solid piece. The vampire sitting upon it, like all of his kind, was pale skinned. He wore an outfit of simple black cloth pants and a shirt of the same variety with a gap down the center of his chest, exposing what appeared to be an onyx cross on a black metal chain. His feet were covered with a pair of black leather boots and his hair, also pitch black, hung down his back like a curtain halfway down his torso. He had a worried expression on his face and, though alone in the throne room, he began to speak.

"The world is growing increasingly hostile. For every alliance we make, it seems another foe is ready to strike out against us. The only thing that we want is peace across the entire world, but so many cultures are built upon war, and the Humans hate and fear all that are unlike them. Only time will tell if we can be successful in our goal, but with each passing year it seems to slip further and further from our hands."

[i]Meanwhile...[/i]

The icy winds of the frozen north tore across the land outside of the cave in which a certain shaman of the Northern Lycans had chosen to live. The cave was located atop a several hundred foot cliff in the side of one of the many mountains of that region. Below the cave, one of the larger cities of the White Suns clan had temporarily shut down due to the blizzard which had struck the land, which was something that the denizen of the cave could be thankful for. The inside of the cave was covered in various runes which had been cut into the stone and then painted over with various pigments, each rune and color combination connected in some way to the primal forces of nature. Various containers, some made from the skulls of various animals, some from the hardened hides of said animals, and some from either stone or clay, covered the ground on the sides of the cave, filled with various mixtures of herbs and some with the more exotic herbs planted within them to allow the shaman to make use of them. At the very back of the cave, a large piece of flat stone sat upon the floor and reached up about four feet in height, and standing before that was the Shaman who lived within said cave. The Northern Lycan stood a full seven feet tall, about average for his kind, and was covered in thick black fur which was beginning to gray over his paws and chest. The fur on his tail and the substantial "mane" of fur upon his back were woven into several small tight braids at the end of which were tied either feathers or small bones, a few claws and teeth in the mix as well. Over his lower body he wore a sort of kilt made from the hide of a single brown bear and adorned with various symbols of nature which had been formed by the fur having been scraped off. Despite the obvious fact that he was a shaman, his muscles were about the average build of a warrior of his people and he had more than a few scars visible through his fur. His claws were also incredibly sharp, shining slightly in the light of a substantial fire built in a sunken area of the cave floor in about the center. He appeared to be making some sort of new mixture of herbs and was very much deep in thought as he did so.

[Lord of Chaos]

Far outside of Morvant under the ruins of a destroyed church a large group of black cloaked figures lingered in the shadows, one of which held a lantern, the lantern carrier walked forward and waved the over a large brazier filled with oil, he waved the lantern over the brazier again bringing it low enough to set fire to the oil, when the oil caught fire it lit up most of the under ground sanctuary. A masked man stood beside the brazier everyone there knew him as, Uinen Kormahs, leader of The 'Guild'. Uinen looked around and spoke loudly so everyone in the sanctuary could hear "Welcome brothers and sisters. We gather today to begin a new in the shadows and prepare for the worst. Today we wage war against those blood sucking beasts." a large roar of applause rose from the crowd, Uinen raised his arms signaling them to stop "We can not enter the city directly, nor can we enter by stealth, those Morvant vampires are rather strong and smarter then most and are not likely to give in. Some of you might ask why we are doing this....Hehehe well let me say that a 'human' ally wants the king dead and the boy who is said to be in the castle returned, and he has offered us a rather large sum of money for or services." the crowd turned all of them discussing amongst one and other thinking over this idea of invading Morvant. Three men stepped forward towards the brazier they pulled back their hoods, the three of them seemed to be extremely old and their milky white eyes showed that they where blind and could not see. One of the old men spoke "Uinen we have discussed this matter and....." the elderly man paused collecting his thoughts "When the troops are ready and your blades are sharp...." the crowd around the old man chanted the last part of traditional chant they spoke before they waged war "May the shadows carry your feet and the sun and moon grow dark to hide your trail that you may not be seen." the room grew silent, all eyes looked to Uinen. Uinen pulled his sword from its scabbard and rose it high above his head shouting "AND MAY OUR BLADES STRIKE TRUE THREW THE HEARTS OF OUR ENEMIES THAT THEY MAY FEEL THE SWEET TASTE OF DEATH BY OUR HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!" the crowd cheered, the three old men smiled and backed into the crowd disappearing from sight. Uinen waved his hand signaling the ending of the meeting, two large men carrying a large metal cover for the brazier approached Uinen and suffocated the fire by placing the cover over the brazier


[i]meanwhile[/i]


A dark figure walked over the horizon, Gabriel Godstride walked alone near the frozen mountains, he came seeking out theses rumored Lycans. He walked swiftly looking back and forth as he walked scanning everything around him looking for some kind of sign that might lead him to the Lycans, he shouted manically "COME OUT YOU STUPID HOUNDS AND FIGHT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH BLAZING DEMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a large burst of fire spouted forth from Gabriel's mouth, he swayed his head left and right burning trees and melting snow, he continued onward his throat burned, the fire had taken its tole as all dark magic does, but Gabriel being half angel could with stand the pain and would not die easily from his own magic. He walked deeper into the mountains searching for the Lycans, and on his way he made his presence know by casting dark magic and shouting at the top of his lungs

[BLUR]

ooc: Chaos which Lycans are you after?
Grar was at Lythor, he had been drinking at an inn. He recently heard news of Hlen being shut down do to a blizzard. [i]"The weaklings at Hlen are frightened of their own environment, snow is every where, why run from it?"[/i] He got out of the inn and began heading toward Hlen. [i]"Right now it is a quite place, perfect for me to train."[/i] He began running on all fours. His speed was one of the greatest for a Northern Lycan. Grar went for miles, passing a whole city, before making it to Hlen. He started his training how he always does, he began to meditate. After his mind was clear of everything, he got up and began to train on durability. [i]"This training would be more effective with another Northern Lycan, but it has to be a powerful one."[/i] He looked around to see if there was any of his kind around, but instead he saw a opening, probably a cave, on a high cliff. Grar walked towards the cliff. "Anyone up there!" He yelled with his bone-chilling voice.

[Lord of Chaos]

Ooc: Northern

Ic: Gabriel looked onward trying to see if any of the Lycans had shown themselves, but sadly none had heard or seen his magic or shouts. Gabriel looked to the sky angrily, he jumped into the air spreading his long black wings and began flying deeper into the mountains. He flew low so that he could shout into the wind hoping that these Lycans would hear him, Gabriel shouted with every fiber of being "COME OUT LYCANS!!!!!!!!! I GABRIEL GODSTRIDE AM HERE TO FIGHT YOUR STRONGEST AND MOST POWERFUL WOLF!!!!!!!!" Gabriel landed, he now stood high in the mountains looking around, he stood shouting repeating himself trying to draw some Lycan to him, so that he could fight these beast and test their skill. He had only ever read of Lycans in his younger years and heard rumors of their great power, but he had always wanted to stand face to face with one in battle to test if these things were true


[i]Meanwhile[/i]

Uinen walked out of the ruined church standing outside looking toward the castle of Morvant, he could not see it from where he stood, but he knew the direction in which the castle lay. The other members of the 'Guild' would now begin their way to Morvant, but Uinen had other business to attend to before going to Morvant, he needed to ensure he could get close to the king, but to do that he would haft to either bring a treaty or act as an ambassador of sorts, but either of those would start more trouble especially if he got caught. Uinen thought over his option most involved very dangerous situations and Uinen having to commit great acts of treason and conspiracy against the king. Uinen had many things to think about before he himself traveled to Morvant

[Asriel Dreemurr]

The shamanistic denizen of the cave above Hlen was torn from his concentration by the sounds of shouting, one he recognized as that of a fellow Northern Lycan seeking out whoever lived within the cave, and the other he could not recognize but he was nonetheless surprised that a non Lycan could withstand the blizzard. He calmly set the fresh bowl of herbal mixture down on his stone table and made his way over to the nearest wall of the cave, picking up a simple wooden staff adorned with various feathers from birds and the fangs of predatory animals, a particularly large fang atop it that just might have come from another Lycan. Carrying his staff, as well as several pouches tied around his waist, he made his way out of the cave he called home and was immediately assaulted by the wind as he stood atop the cliff and scanned the area in an attempt to find the source of either shouting. He immediately noticed the Nephilim making a display of his presence and shook his head as he caught the scent of black magic. That wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment, and so he turned his head down to where he had heard the Lycan shouting, and soon found a young Lycan warrior on the ground looking up. He breathed a sigh of relief, deciding this to be the better course of action for the time being and started his way on the path down the cliff, his foot claws digging into the hard-packed snow and ice on the surface of the stone.

[i]Meanwhile...[/i]

Julius Morvant had left the throne room, making his way up a flight of stairs near the exit and finding his way to a door which opened up onto a balcony, from which he could view the entirety of Morvant's capital city as well as much if the area surrounding it. His eyes came to rest upon a ruined church, from which he saw several robed figures making their way towards the city. He was suspicious, and so he calmly made his way back to the throne room, where a long sword rested in a jeweled golden scabbard near his throne. He calmly once more sat down upon the throne and lifted up the long sword, holding the hilt in his right hand and the scabbard in his left as he calmly waited for whatever was to come.

[BLUR]

Grar heard a loud yell before he saw the Lycan living in the cave. The loud voice challenged the most powerful of the Northern Lycans. Grar growled, wanting to go there himself and kill the man for possibly threatening the peace of the Sun clans, but he didn't have time for that. He looked at the Lycan who came out of the cave. "Are you a White Sun? What are you doing up in that cave? May I come up?" Grar asked. It would be great training for him to climb up that high cliff to get to the cave. He would also be able to talk with the Lycan without yelling. Also, the man looking for a Lycan challenge would find them form Grar's loud voice

[Asriel Dreemurr]

As it happened, Kerash had hardly started down the cliff when he heard Grar calling up to him, and a wide smile came to his face as he heard the younger Lycan's questions. He shook his head imperceptibly before making a beckoning motion to the younger Lycan to let him know that he would wait for him to make his way up the cliff face. He realized that he had effectively turned his back to the Nephilim and turned once more to face the sounds of magic and human-ish shouting so that he would not be caught unawares if an attack was made. He stood strong against the wind which was growing stronger by the second and blowing greater and greater amounts of snow, the sort of amounts that would make vision almost impossible over ten feet.

[Lord of Chaos]

Gabriel turned hearing some muffled shouts he smiled widely "HIDING ARE WE!!!!!!!!!!!! BLAZING OBLIVION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the snow around Gabriel began to melt and evaporate into the air. Gabriel faced his entire body from the direction the muffled shouts came from "DIE LYCANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a fire ball appeared in front of Gabriel and began to quickly increase in size, growing to four feet in diameter then was sent flying towards the shouts, the ball flew with great speed and showed brightly in the blizzard "YOU WILL BE BURNT ALIVE BY MY HELL FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Gabriel shouted as the ball of fire disappeared from sight. Gabriel then extended his long wings and jumped into the air drawing his sword as he chased after the fire ball and smiled at the thought of battle

[BLUR]

Grar jumped onto the cliff and started climbing quickly. This was easy for a Northern Lycan, but Grar thought it was too easy. He was near the top when he heard the strange man start yelling again, and it seemed he had been spotted. Grar got into the cave when he saw a fireball headed towards him and the cave dweller. "Seems we have been spotted. This person has super natural powers, what is he?" Grar asked the shaman. He was still wondering why the shaman lived in a cave, but he would save that question for later. "We won't be able to beat him with his powers. If only my army was here..." Grar said.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

At the moment the ball of flames came forth towards him, Kerash pulled a feat that might surprise one who was unfamiliar with just how strong Northern Lycans were. He leapt completely above the flames into the air, muttering words in a strange language which was used by shamans to commune with the elemental spirits. As he landed, he slammed the bottom of his staff into the ground completing his spell and causing hundreds of roots that were as strong as iron to rip up from the ground around Gabriel and grab hold onto any part of his body that they could. It would only take a few moments for him to be completely immobilized by the spell. Kerash slowly made his way towards the Nephilim, not at all impressed by his wanton use of power.

"You know, Lycans don't hide. We wait for our foes to make a foolish mistake first."

As he had now turned his back to Grar to press the attack on Gabriel, several scars on his back became visible; scars that singled him out as an outcast from a clan. Though the scars were most definitely almost as old as he was, there was no mistaking them for what they were. Meanwhile, he was chanting another incantation in the language of the spirits of nature, this one foreign to most northern shamans.

[BLUR]

Grar's eyes widened at seeing how easily the Lycan shaman turned the tide of the battle. Grar then slapped his head. [i]"Duh, Shamans have powers too. I made myself look stupid. Grar then noticed the many scars on Kerash's back. "So that's why he lives in a cave, he is an outcast. I wonder which clan he's from. From the look of it, his scars are probably older than I am. I wouldn't know even if he was from one of the Suns."[/i] Grar yelled out to Kerash while he was speaking an enchantment, "I would help you but I can only fight at close-range!" Grar sat down in the cave. [i]"For now, I'll watch the show. Lets see how powerful this...whatever he is...really is. I have confidence that this shaman will show the power of Northern Lycans."[/i]

[Lord of Chaos]

Gabriel struggled against the roots but was unable to move while the strong roots held him he hung his head thinking [i]"I underestimated this one, he's a shaman. He will provide plenty of fun."[/i] Gabriel raised his head with a wicked smile "So you are a shaman aye Lycan? I must admit your powers are strong, but the powers of a hell knight can be just as strong!" Gabriel began to laugh manically as Kerash chanted his magic words. Gabriel himself began to chant himself in a dark language used by demons to conjure stronger dark magic, the words were harsh and slurred off his tongue, but their dark powers were clear as Gabriel's body began to be surrounded by a dark aura, Gabriel looked to the other Lycan "HAHAHAHAHA!!!! You would be doing yourself a favor by staying out of this young one. We hell knights tend to get a little carried away, but me being of angelic blood I can endure much more than regular humans, but you Lycans seem very sturdy yourself." Gabriel smiled with the conclusion of his sentence and looked back to the shaman "Now let us test our magics against each other. Darkness and the elements of nature shall collide here." Gabriel smiled the aura around him dissipated, and his look changed his face seemed surprised that his dark magic hadn't worked "Wait what is this what did I do wrong?!" Gabriel was flustered something had gone wrong with his spell and it would cause problems for him if the shaman or the other Lycan decided to take advantage of this

[Asriel Dreemurr]

At the exact moment that Gabriel's powers seemed to fail him, Kerash unleashed his own little spell, a particular one he had learned in his travels south. it was a part of a type of magic that the Southern Lycans called "Voodoo" and was dependent on conjuring the evil spirits that normally would be held at bay by a Shaman. He stretched out his hands, holding the staff between them, in the form of fists towards the Hell Knight and, in an instant, evil spirits dove into his mind and induced a sort of trance-like state in which the spirits distorted the way that Gabriel saw the world around him. Basically, it was nothing but a hallucination, albeit a very convincing hallucination. He had no real idea what Gabriel would see, the spirits were flying about his mind and throwing out at random any image that was associated with loss or fear to the Nephilim, many of them combining as they were thrown out. Confidant that he would now be left alone by the Hell Knight, Kerash made his way back towards the entrance to his cave to wait as the Nephilim tired himself out. As he approached Grar, he realized that the young one must have seen his scars, and he became rather embarrassed.

"To answer your previous question, no, I am not of any of the Sun clans and I never have been. My clan forsook me and I did the same to them. Their name and realm have no meaning to me any longer."

[Lord of Chaos]

Gabriel began to pull and thrash against the the strong roots to get away from what he was seeing, horrible images of things that disturbed even Gabriel. He pulled with every fiber of his being to get away from the visions, but with no avail, he could not budge the strong roots Gabriel ripe with fear tried again for a spell to escape the shaman's snare and illusion. Gabriel began again frantically chanting in a demonic tongue trying to conjure something to free him. As he chanted he continued in vain to pull away from the roots grip, but as his chant came to an end his efforts became more and more profitable, he began to slowly pull away from the roots grip, but it was only enough for him to free a small part of his arm, but it positioned his hand on the root, he smiled and shouted "SHADE BURST!" Gabriel's hand exploded with shadows that ripped and tore at the roots freeing his one arm. Gabriel hung his head, his powers had back fired and were shorting out and it was leaving him drained and he could not free himself anymore than he already had

[BLUR]

Grar looked at Gabriel and then back at Kerash. "Seems we have time. So tell me, what happened that you have become an outcast of your clan. Surely it was not your own choice?" Grar asked. Grar respected Kerash already for defeating the madman with supernatural powers so quickly. He really showed the power of Northern Lycan shamans.[i]"I'm usually not so easy to give respect, but I know I wouldn't have been able to defeat that man myself. But that is because he is a long range fighter and I'm a close-range fighter. Still, this shaman showed tremendous power." [/i]

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Kerash let out a deep sigh as he clapped a hand on the younger Lycan's shoulder to lead him into the cave which had been his home for several years now and bid him to sit down by the fire. Kerash began searching about through his various containers, going through about three before he pulled up a pair of very large tubers which he laid upon the stones surrounding the fire to cook. He then took a seat across from the young Lycan, gazing into his eyes as he thought about whether or not he should answer his question, as many before had not believed his story. It should be noted that many of the symbols relating to nature painted throughout the cave were not only different from those used by the Sun Clans' shamans, but also from those used by any tribe of Northern Lycans. Many of them seemed to relate to things which most Northern Lycans had never even heard of, particularly those which had been painted over with green shades. The smell of the cave was also a conglomeration of familiar and foreign scents originating from the herbs and plants held within it. Getting back to the events at hand, Kerash had now let out another sigh before speaking.

"I was with the head of my clan, this was many years ago when I was around your age, on a walk through the area surrounding our territory. We had walked onto a frozen river as we had become too consumed by our conversation to be aware of the ice beneath our feet and it broke beneath him. I was fortunate and light enough to stay on the surface long enough to get to the shore before I was carried down stream by the current and broken ice. As I ran down stream to try and find the Clan Head, my clansmen were rushing out to try and find us as they heard the sound of breaking ice. They found me standing over his broken corpse, unable to do anything to save him, and assumed I had broken the ice intentionally to kill him. I tried to explain, but they would not listen; thus i was forced to run from them as they chased me, cutting those scars on my back as I was driven far from the borders of our land. None of our people would accept me with the scars, and so I went south. That, is how I became an Exile."