In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Jun 23, 2023 13:08:07 GMT -5
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"It is your free will that determines your fate."
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26
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17
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Kenja Ravencrest, a young and ambitious member of the Golden Dawn, found himself standing at the edge of the forsaken realm in the northeastern portion. It was his first mission, and the weight of responsibility bore heavily upon him. The people in this desolate region lived off the land, relying on the fruits of their labor and the spoils of the northern forests. But now, a shadow loomed over their livelihoods. Rumors had spread like wildfire through the small villages. Something sinister had descended from the north, disturbing the local wildlife and snatching away livestock from the farmlands. The residents, living in perpetual fear, knew that it was only a matter of time before "The Beast" struck again. Desperate for a resolution, they called upon the Golden Dawn, placing their hopes in the magic knight squads to bring an end to their plight. However given that things were only disappearing and not being killed they only sent Kenja, not deeming the mission to be too much of a threat. [break][break]
Kenja's first task was to gather information from the locals, to hear their accounts and understand the nature of the threat they faced. He ventured into the heart of one of the villages, its once vibrant streets now shrouded in an eerie silence. The villagers, their faces etched with anxiety, welcomed him with a mix of fear and hope. Sitting by a crackling fireplace in the local tavern, Kenja engaged in conversation with a group of farmers who had witnessed the mysterious events. Their faces were weathered, marked by the hardships they endured to survive. Their stories were fragmented and filled with speculation, but their fear was unmistakable. [break][break]
"Tell me everything you know," Kenja urged, leaning forward attentively. "We've seen it, lad," an old farmer named Eamon spoke up. "A creature unlike anything we've ever laid eyes on. It moves swiftly, silent as the night, and disappears just as quickly." "Aye," added another farmer, Nessa. "It's the size of a horse, covered in shaggy fur, and has glowing red eyes. It prowls the forests, snatching our livestock right from under our noses." "But have you tried anything to keep it at bay?" Kenja inquired, hoping to find a glimmer of a solution. The farmers exchanged glances, their expressions filled with helplessness. "We've tried everything," Eamon replied. "We've set traps, posted guards, even lit torches all around the farms. But nothing seems to deter the creature. It defies all our attempts to keep it away." Kenja sighed, realizing that their knowledge of the beast was limited to hearsay and superstition. The only valuable piece of information they could provide was the location of the last attack, where livestock had vanished without a trace. "I appreciate your help," Kenja said, gratitude lacing his words. "I will investigate the area and gather more information. Together, we will put an end to this threat." [break][break]
The following day, Kenja ventured to the site of the last attack. He examined the surroundings meticulously, searching for any clues that could aid him in tracking down the elusive creature. He scrutinized the ground, looking for tracks or any signs of disturbance. After hours of meticulous investigation, Kenja discovered a set of tracks leading away from the farmlands and into the dense northern forests. It was a faint trail, almost imperceptible, but it provided a glimmer of hope. He knew that following these tracks would lead him closer to the truth behind "The Beast." Returning to the village, Kenja shared his findings with the anxious villagers. Their hope flickered in their eyes as he recounted his investigation. "I have found tracks leading into the northern forests," Kenja announced, his voice filled with determination. "I will track this creature and put an end to its reign of terror. But I need your support." The villagers, though still filled with fear, nodded in agreement. They understood the importance of Kenja's mission and the need to face their fears head-on. "We will stand with you, Kenja," Eamon declared, his voice filled with newfound resolve. "We have faith in your abilities and trust that you will bring an end to this menace." [break][break] [break]
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Jun 23, 2023 13:23:13 GMT -5
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"It is your free will that determines your fate."
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Kenja, while not a seasoned tracker known for his impeccable skills, found himself in need of respite after days of relentless travel to these outskirt lands. Since getting here he had talked with the villagers and he had been tasked with finding out the local mystery of a mysterious creature that had been terrorizing the nearby villages, but it had eluded them at every turn. Exhausted and determined, he decided to request a stay at the village inn, hoping to gather his strength and strategize his next move. [break][break]
As Kenja stepped into the quaint inn, the warmth of the hearth embraced him. The villagers, recognizing his golden dawn attire and determined gaze, greeted him with respect and curiosity. They had heard tales of his exploits and were grateful for his presence. The innkeeper, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, approached Kenja. "Welcome, traveler. We've heard of your quest to help us and are honored to have you under our humble roof. How may we assist you?" Kenja bowed his head politely. "Thank you for your hospitality, madam. I would be grateful for a room and a simple meal." The villagers gladly accommodated his request. Kenja was led up the creaking wooden staircase to a cozy room on the second floor. The room, although modest, offered a stunning view of the surrounding countryside. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted meat wafted through the air, teasing his senses. [break][break]
He settled into a worn but comfortable bed, the fatigue melting away as his head touched the soft pillow. The blankets were warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the ruggedness of the wilderness he was accustomed to when traveling here. Kenja closed his eyes, feeling grateful for the brief respite and the comfort the village inn provided. The following morning, the sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the land. Kenja awoke, his mind sharp and focused. He sat at the edge of the bed, deep in thought, contemplating his actions. The villagers had been relying on him to rid them of the beast, and he could not disappoint them. He resolved to have breakfast down at the tavern bar, gather his equipment, and set off to track the creature. As he descended the staircase, the bustling sounds of the inn enveloped him. The villagers greeted him with smiles, offering him a hearty meal to fortify him for the arduous journey ahead. Kenja savored the taste of the simple fare, appreciating the rich flavors that belied its humble origins. With his belly full and his spirit rejuvenated, Kenja strapped on his leather boots and slung his mantle over his shoulder. His mind raced with possibilities as he considered the nature of the creature he was about to face. It puzzled him that it targeted livestock without killing them. Was it truly a beast, or something more complex? [break][break]
The villagers gathered outside the inn, bidding Kenja farewell. With a nod of gratitude, he stepped out into the cool morning air, the scent of dew-covered grass filling his nostrils. Determination burned in his eyes as he followed the faint tracks left by the elusive creature. As he took his first steps on the trail, the story paused, leaving the outcome shrouded in uncertainty. Kenja knew the challenges that awaited him, the danger and mysteries that lay ahead. With his skills and resolve, he was ready to face whatever lay in his path. [break][break]
And so, with the anticipation of adventure, Kenja walked out the door, disappearing into the wild landscape, ready to track "The Beast" and discover the truth that lurked within its enigmatic presence.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Jun 23, 2023 13:33:06 GMT -5
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"It is your free will that determines your fate."
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21
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21
STAMINA
26
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17
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MANA POOL
95/95
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35 ic // 30 OOC
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With each step, Kenja's senses sharpened, attuned to the subtlest changes in the environment. He reached the edge of the forest, where the tracks of the elusive creature disappeared into the dense foliage. The anticipation weighed heavy in the air as he stood at the threshold of the unknown. Closing his eyes, Kenja tapped into his innate magical abilities. His senses expanded, reaching out like ethereal tendrils, searching for any anomalies. The forest responded, whispering secrets in hushed tones. He felt the faintest trace of magic, a mere whisper, lingering in the air. His brow furrowed in contemplation. The magical signature was so subtle, almost ephemeral, offering no clear direction or purpose. Kenja considered the implications. Was this creature merely a pawn in a larger scheme, or was it a being with its own mysterious agenda? Doubt gnawed at the edges of his determination. Perhaps he shouldn't have embarked on this perilous mission alone. The forest, dense and foreboding, seemed to conspire against him. The weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders, reminding him of the villagers' expectations.
[break][break] Kenja took a deep breath, steeling his resolve. He had come this far, and he would see his mission through. He couldn't turn back now. The safety of the villages depended on him uncovering the truth and bringing an end to the livestock's plight. With renewed determination, he delved into the forest, his steps steady and cautious. Each footfall resonated with purpose as he weaved through the underbrush, tracking the fading traces of the creature. The woods grew darker, the sounds of nature muffled, as if the forest held its breath, anticipating his every move.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Jun 23, 2023 16:00:36 GMT -5
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"It is your free will that determines your fate."
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21
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26
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With each step as he began to track to tracks he noticed something peculiar at the entrance—an array of fresher tracks imprinted on the soft earth. Curiosity sparked within him, and he knelt down for a closer inspection. With his limited knowledge of animals, Kenja analyzed the tracks, trying to decipher the story they held. The paw prints were large, almost wolf-like, but they seemed larger than any wolf he had encountered before. Or any canine for that matter. Baffled by the enigma, he couldn't help but wonder what could have made these tracks. Aware that wolves typically prey on livestock, Kenja pondered the strange behavior exhibited by the creature responsible for these tracks. It was common knowledge that wolves typically kill their prey before dragging it off to consume. Yet, the presence of these tracks indicated that the livestock was taken alive, defying the usual pattern. Driven by a thirst for knowledge, Kenja decided to investigate further. He followed the tracks deeper into the forest, his senses heightened and his mind racing with questions. As he delved deeper into the woodland, the surroundings grew darker and more mysterious. [break][break] Kenja was starting to wonder if it was a "beast" at all or maybe some mana creature that had found it's way out here? What if it was some ones magic doing all of this and no creature was involved at all. There was golem magic, transformation magic, really there were all kinds of magic out there that would give off large animal prints that would better explain why the livestock was stolen and not killed.
