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There are 32 tavern doors, they all look alike. The doors are drawn to the most hidden and lest frequented parts of the world - the ocean as that would flood the tavern
12 of them are guaranteed to be in cities. 
If the location of the door becomes to well traveled, the door will move.

Owners of Doors
Nebula

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<span style="font-size: 25px; padding: 13% 5%; border: 1px solid; float: left; margin-right: 7px;">Joker</span>The Ringmaster of Mystiques Carnival<p>Age ??<p>Male<p>Demon/Elf<p>
♢<i>'There's next to nothing about him in any information network; none of our informants have gotten close enough to gain anything useful. We don't even have his real name; just that ridiculous moniker that everyone knows him by. Fucking peacock. Not even afraid to blatantly announce he's screwing with us all. What we know is this, he's a hybrid of a conquest demon and elf, old, and powerful. You can tell by those chains; they aren't for show. Born here somewhere in Xira; there's no evidence of any immigration from Katakarthia, probably the product of some wench who couldn't be bothered to care for her brat; he certainly doesn't seem to have anything he truly loves; just himself. To the city, hes the ecentric ringmaster of Mystique's Carnival; yeah that one. From the poor to the royals themselves; they all get a kick out of the exotic and unusual. What they don't know is its just a front to one of the biggest criminal underworld operations in Antarsia. And this fucking joke is one of their head hanchos.'</i>
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♢ appearance
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He is a flamboyant creature, bound in the sins of gluttony and pride. Elven in body, the demonic blood that flows through his veins corrupted what he may have been, conquering, as was its nature. Lean and sinuous, there is a certain beauty to his movements, yet, careless in a way that spoke of a man who was wholey in control. He stands taller than most, never slouching, his head tossed back in fiendish abandon, exposing his throat, barbed smile and hungry eyes watching for those who dared draw close. Enthralling to man and monster alike, he is the sort who wears his charisma as sword and shield, learning the game perhaps not out of expectation, but that of necessity. 
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♢ personality
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Selfish - Cruel - Spontaneous - Charismatic - Self-Loathing - Obsessive 
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♢ Abilities
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Persuasion: Tethered, binding, it was a trait that bestowed upon him the right of conquest. Born of the demonic lineage that tainted his origins, Joker has an impressive ability to influence others, chaining them to his will and fate.
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Illusions: A masterful artisan, smoke and mirrors, the carnival is a place of tricks and half truths. To cater to the illegal, all the while entertaining the general public, is a result of years of endless training in manipulating the senses, the to the point where what he paints becomes reality, at least, to those experiencing it.
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Dream scape: A greater illusion, one that binds others to a waking dream. To the creatures of the land, Mystiques is a place novel and exotic, shows and fine trinkets to be sampled from around the world; to those of lesser mind; well, it is not a mere rumor that there are some who have been caught in the thrall for <i>years.</i>
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Blood magic: Forbidden, taboo, and yet, an actively practiced avenue. For a man who is beyond caring, he is oh so familiar with the taste of iron upon his tongue, and uses the one thing that is always in abundance amongst patrons and enemies alike. 
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Strength: Wiry, he does not appear a strong man, and yet, he like most of his demon kin, are far more powerful then he appears, capable of shattering stone and bending steel with ease.
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Invulnerability: Immortal, he finds his strength in his sin, in conquest. While he fights no great battles like his kin in the eternal war, his is a more subtle approach to gaining their infamous longevity. Wounds as swift to heal, almost as fast as they are laid. His end, lies in defeat.
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Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Horvat, AcetheWolf
Characters involved: Drustan Waldhar, Nebula, Tatarus
Setting: Seliel City, Xira
Time: Sunset
Weather: Light drizzle.

In the oldest, hidden parts of the city one can find an old turquoise and jade door engraved with tableaus of long forgotten figures of yore. Behind these door lies a tavern older than the shrines. On this evening, like many, a figure stands behind the bar of this humble establishment, playing Hnefatafl by himself as he awaits a customer.

He moves a small jade figure so is flanks a tall turquoise figure with a golden crown. "Damn, the defender won." He mutters as he rests the board to play again. The light of the fire place seeming to cast many shadows, but not his.

Character's Name: Nebula

Nicknames: the Night Sky

Age:4,469

Gender: Female

Species: Wyvern

Abilities:
Frost breath: Nebula has slightly above average strength.

Blindness: Nebula was born blind.

Vitka Seeing: Nebula is extraordinarily skilled at seeing and sensing vitka in all forms. This allows her to function, although can lead to discrepancies regarding somethings appearance.

Telekinesis: While not greatly powerful, Nebula's telekinesis can create a force up to 5 times her natural strength. 

Feral Magic Mastery: Nebula has mastered feral magic, allowing her to command food to come to her.

Camouflage: Due to her coloration, nebula is difficult to spot on a clear night when she is flying.

Philosopher: Nebula is well versed in philosophy and has spoken, learned from, and debated some of the best philosophers of her lifespan.

Shape shifting: Nebula can, with some effort, turn into a Sandrian of the Siverna tribe. In this form she remains blind. She is dressed in loose silks that have the same celestial appearance of her scales. Her cracked skin is located around her eyes tho she is devoid of any glowing mark.

Royal creation magic: Nebula is fairly versed in her creation magic. She will use it on occasion, but has trouble as she has only seen things from the way vitka moves around it.

Personality: While she can be playful, often to the point of seeming somewhat immature, to those she is not accustomed to she behaves wizened. She greatly enjoys philosophical conversations and will even give advice on occasion. This philosophical mindset is sometimes irritating as she can, at times, question almost everything that someone does or says.

History: The previous ruler died following the OG Gang of theives under Malseka's heist. At one point she came across a troll turned to stone. Curious, she freed him and spoke to him, teaching him many different philosophical concepts, helping him learn feral magic, as well as giving him what would become his bow. After a few years he left to become the Khan. She tries to keep track of his journey and has been occasionally been spotted by his followers, leading to her being seen as a patron of their people.

<b>Thread Status:</b>(open/closed)
<b>Players involved:</b> commanderhorvat, KokoPuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Zagan, Khara Bayan
<b>Setting:</b> West Sleibte, northern area, between Vrocheros lake and Ellond lake
<b>Time:</b> Late morning, between 10:00-10:30
<b>Weather:</b> Sunny with a warmth to the chill air; soft puffs of clouds here and there in the sky

A shiver ran down the spine of a demon man sitting in the shadows of a tree; bright sun casting a few light sourches upon his grey skin through the various leaves above. One leg was left danging off a branch, while his other laid tucked under himself, keeping the delicate family jewels safe from the harsh bark. The day was still young, very young, but surely not as young as it could very well be. The sun was cast higher in the sky, slowly as it made it's way from horizon to horizon. Gods, though the light was fun, the shadows of the night were even better.

The demon groaned softly now, back leaning against harsh bark; at least the air was fresh enough up here, and the breeze from the north? Kept it from getting gods awfully warm as the summer would usually bring. Hell, the deserts were worse, but even THEY would get as cold as his little heart. Zagan snickered at the thought, causing a wide grin to gently stretch across his face.

Just sitting here, however, was as boring as boring could be; nothing to terrorize except the local wild life... that wasn't very fun really. What he wouldn't give for a humanoid creature to show up~

Character's Name: Khara Bayan

Nicknames: The Khan

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Troll 

Abilities:
   Magic: Adept with feral magic, he can control and converse with the beasts around him with ease.
               He often uses this to assist him in herding and riding among other things.

    Horse Back ridding: He introduced and taught his followers to ride horses.
     Archery: He is a masterful archer on foot and on horse back, wielding a massive bow that he can only draw due to his innate strength.
     Command: Though his stature alone give him a distinct presence, his ability to lead extends well beyond that.

Appearance:
 A towering figure covered in colorful fabrics that blow in the wind. His face is sharp and angular in contrast with eyes that seem soft and full of compassion.
           Height: 8' 2
            Yellow eyes
            Black hair
            Sandstone colored skin
            
Personality:
     Deliberate and thoughtful, but willing to use extreme methods if necessary. He feels that the only way to end the prosecution of his species is to unify them into a single people.

History: He grew up hiding from both the sun and other beings, watching them when he could. Early on he began to cover himself to extend the time he could be active as well as to hide his true nature from those who feared him for what he was. He slowly built a following of 7 other trolls and with them tamed a herd of yaks. With the yaks fleece he built yurts as he knew that if trolls were to be seen as a people, then they needed to have artificial shelters. His followers are Masgud, Bedes, Oghul, Bold, Jungsai, Temur, and Chagur

Character's Name:  Rylonis (Rye-lawn-iss)

Nicknames:  Rylo

Age:  85

Gender:  Female

Species:  Hybrid between: Plenty Angel & Pren Elf.  Affected by Werebeast Curse.

Abilities:  

Magic

Feral | Animal Communique - Allows her to sense the intentions of animals and almost communicate with them via this link.  She can also project her own feelings to animals in an attempt to tame them or at least prevent them from becoming violent.

Healing | Organic Healing - This spell allows her to heal wounds on humans by speeding up their own bodies natural healing process.  She is also able to restore the life of plants if they've withered or died.

Physical

Faster running - Due to her Angelic bloodline she is able to run slightly faster than most mortal races, but only a bit.

Tracker - Due to her Pren Elf side she is able to track things with even the best of the Pren Elves.

Appearance:

Height - 5'8
Hair - Dark blonde to platinum blonde to lavender, the front is shoulder length, while the back continues to grow down to her lower back in waves. Ombre color style
Eyes - Sea mist blue
Skin - Pale fair with a tint of ice blue
Beast form - Black leopard with bioluminescent ice blue spots.  Leaf green eyes.
Extras - She has small antler stubs on her forehead, a lot like that of a fawn or doe.

Personality:  Slightly introverted due to having had issues with people treating her poorly, but still has good people skills, and even a kind of magnetizing personality that makes people want to be around her.  And despite being slightly introverted she's still sweet and kind to others.  While also maintaining some sort of distance from others, whether it's controlled by her own actions towards them, or she just starts avoiding them.

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample:  Myrissei jumped and spun around, her eyes resting upon a man who had apparently seen her. Wait, she'd seen him entering the courtyard but a moment ago, had he seen her? She put on a smile and straightened her skirt and gave him a small curtsy. "Lady Myrissei Harrow, Lord Patrick Harrow is my uncle," she explains with a well trained polite tone, and her smile well practiced for public appearance.

"I could say the same of you sir," she says, a light smirk playing across her face. "Though I suppose that's why you're here, you're curious about why I'm not at the feast," she adds. "It's not really something I can discuss, as it is a personal matter," she explains, and it was obvious that she was trying to shoo him away in a polite manner. That was when she took a moment to let herself breath and she could smell the scent of smoke within his clothes, it made her heart leap quite happily, she remembered smelling it on her father's clothes when he would carry her to bed after a late night with the townspeople at the pub.

"And may I ask who you are sir?" she asks, remembering she'd forgotten to ask his name. He didn't look like he was from Westeros, yet his accent was Westerosi. The dark color of his skin accented his face rather well, and she couldn't help but feel herself blush as she realized she found him to be rather handsome. "You don't look like any of the lords I've been taught about by the Maester," she adds with a tone saying she was curious.

She wanted very badly to take advantage of the Maester's distraction with the feast, but this gentleman had really caught her attention, she couldn't help but want to get to know him better, though she knew she didn't really have the time. She wanted to leap to asking him how long he would be visiting their keep, curious if he was just there for the feast, or possibly business, but she had already asked him one question. She'd never been this flustered in her life and it felt odd. "And I hope the food and drink is up to your standard," she adds with a genuine smile.

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Character's Name:edan

Nicknames: none

Age: thousands of years(immortal)

Gender: male

Species: cross roads demon

Abilities: 
wish granting: the ability to grant wishes in exchange for a persons soul or magic artifact depending on his wants and needs however there are limits to what he can do such as not being able to do anything outside of reality like making a non existing animal

Hellfire: the ability to summon the flames of hell ineffective against someone using holy magic

Demonic magic: able to use inferal powers such as controlling lesser demons example hellhounds/necromancy along with any other dark powers associated with hell

Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him


Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form

Regeneration: edan can regenerate most things for example cut off his arm he will given time regrow that however fatal wounds still would kill him such as cutting off his head or stabbing him in the heart

Shapeshifting: can go between a human form or his preferred humanoid wolf form 
 



Appearance:in image

Personality: edan is a business man by nature and will charm you with a smile and pleasant attitude but in reality is a sadist who loves to twist his wishes to make others fail especially if they wish for more foul things however he reserves such punishment for the wicked and for someone wishing for something good will keep his promise never one to go back on his word.

History: wip

<b>Thread Status:</b>(closed)
<b>Players involved:</b> Archera, Kokopuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Kenjin, Kavrier
<b>Setting:</b> Le mountains fam
<b>Time:</b> Late Evening
<b>Weather:</b> Clear with a slight change of rain

It was a sight he wasn't prepared to see, though before he'd entered the throne room he could smell death beyond the door; waiting for some unsuspecting being to walk through. That unsuspecting one was him, and his eyes had grown wide with horror at the sight. He had come seeking the king, to speak with the man of something; he couldn't even remember what exactly that was going to be. Hell, who could even remember what they were going to do when faced with a body? That last time he'd seen one... Kavrier shook his head, dispelling the image from his mind. There was only one thing that needed to be done now, he needed to find Kenjin.

He was as quick as he could, moving from the castle and into the open air. Much faster a traveling distance when in flight, walking at this point in his life was more difficult than it had been many, many years before. Where did he hear of Kenjin being? The mountains perhaps? The dragon could only hope so, as they were coming close into sight the further he traveled in the skies.

Once he was at the mountains, he lowered himself down until he could land safely upon them; eyes scanning the immediate area. "KENJIN!" he called out into the open air, waiting for a call in return, "I have something of great importance you need to know!"