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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At first glance, Miroh Ath appears as either an unfinished or broken sword as all you are able to see is the unusual four-inch hilt one would often associate with a rapier. The grip is a finely carved onyx with a silver inlay spiralling up it leading into silver filigree and eventually into a half lotus design. It is only when the owner of the weapon channels mana through it does it show its true potential as at the bottom of the blade two small circles and a small orb appear, and at the base of the half lotus two larger circles appear, and on the petals, a symbol appears on each that seems illegible until you finish understanding the relic, at that point, you will be able to read it and find out the name of the daemon who's energy it holds. From the torch/petal hilt is a white pure aura dagger blade which is eighteen inches long and holds a purple tint to its edges. The blade itself almost appears to be made out of flames the way it curves makes it almost look like a khopesh. In the centre of the curve, an orb can be seen, while on the outside it has four spikes that can do damage.Lore:
Junior Lore:There isn't really a lot known about this relic. It's unknown how long ago it was created, where it was created or who created it, in fact, its name isn't even known. It was only by chance found by an archaeologist of a once noble family who fell on hard times after acquiring the relic from the ruins of an ancient battlefield. To try to change their family's fortune, redeem the renown they once had and fill their coffer they decided to raffle off some of the relics from their private collection.Intermediate Lore:~Get the relic to intermediate to unlock~Senior Lore:~Get the relic to Senior to unlock~Grand Lore:~Get the relic to Grand to unlock~Dive Lore:~Unlock the partial Daemon dive to unlock~
As this is an unusual relic it comes with an equally unusual ability but it comes with a bit of work to unlock. You are required to do a thread of 6,000 words where you come to not only understand the energies within the relic but unlock its hidden secret; that it is capable of a partial daemonic dive, and will allow you to have up to three small aesthetic changes while in this form. (The training must be approved like a normal partial dive) You are unable to access this dive ability before the relic reaches senior, the dive will be active for three rounds and it will be five rounds before you would be able to enter it once more, at grand it will allow you to enter the partial dive for four rounds but you will not be able to enter it again for six rounds. You are able to go to the spirit system and choose three abilities you will be able to access while in the partial daemonic dive. As with spirit dive, there are drawbacks that you will receive when the dive is on cooldown. This includes -5 m/s physical speed, -5 mana regeneration, -5 Debuff in Power, Durability, Control, Sensory and you will only be able to access intermediate or below spells.In addition to the above abilities, they will find that their spells will have a number of boons and weaknesses to them.Boons:- +25% spell speed and range to attack creation spells- are naturally able to ignore 5 points of the enemy’s abilities durability, increasing to 10 points at Grand rank.Weaknesses:- If an object or structure is magically backed then it will be lowered by a single-tier on a successful clash.- Lose 5 mana per post while in combat on top of their sustain. This effect stops once the player's mana has reached 20% of their max mana. This effect increases to 35% at Senior Rank, then 50% at Grand Rank. (This replaces your normal mana regen and cannot be negated with mana regen perks)
Name of the Ability L'togael IdnitaType & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 usesRank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Attack CreationMana Cost: 8 Per Trigger ¦ 15 RechargeRange & Speed: 32.25m ¦ 12.5 m/sStats Affected: +2 PowerDescription:Touching one petal of the hilt alone is enough to activate this ability, the owner then needs to strike either from the left to right if they want a close strike or right to left if they want the strike to originate fifteen meters from behind the enemy in question. The strike appears as a pure aura purple orb around the size of a ping pong ball which seems to widen to two meters wide as it draws closer dealing junior rank damage and first-degree burns upon a successful direct hit. With the use of ammo rules, additional orbs can be made per trigger.
Name of the Ability Zhael DoyaType & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 Rounds Active ¦ 2 Rounds CooldownRank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Hex and CurseMana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/sStats Affected: -4 speedDescription:Touching two of the petals on the hilt alone is enough to activate this ability, the owner then needs to then land a hit on the target they wish to affect. Upon a successful attack, it will leave a first-degree burn and a glowing crescent moon with a pale purple cloud appears on the infected area and begins to make the enemy in question feel almost lethargic decreasing their speed by -4 meters per second. Using the ammo rules, additional marks can be made, however, the speed debuff is decreased by one. Due to the nature of hex and curse, it will actively attempt to turn any buffs into debuffs and healing into damage as per the clashing rules.
Name of the Ability Yunza ZontType & Uses: Burst ¦ 2 Rounds Active ¦ 2 UsesRank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Attack Creation ¦ Hex and CurseMana Cost: 11 Initial Cost ¦ 12 Recharge CostRange & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/sStats Affected: +2 Power, -25% enduranceDescription:Touching all three of the petals on the hilt alone is enough to activate this ability, the blade itself seems to glow brighter for a few seconds before the white of the blade turns black. Striking diagonally left to the right from top to bottom will create a black and royal purple pure aura slash around three meters in length and half an inch thick in front of the owner while striking right to left from the bottom to the top will create the same strike but fifteen meters behind the enemy in question. As the strike gets closer it almost takes the shape of a net made of rope that is a centimetre and a half thick but still three meters long. It would give the illusion of a restraining spell, however, if any of the net touches a person then they will take not only a junior rank of damage and be dealt a first-degree burn but it will also leave a marking that resembles a solar eclipse with a royal purple glow around it. This marking weakens the defences of the one affected by it allowing for additional damage to be done in the following round. Using the ammo rules, additional marks can be made, however, the speed debuff is decreased by one. Due to the nature of hex and curse, it will actively attempt to turn any buffs into debuffs and healing into damage as per the clashing rules.
Quite some time had passed since the last time in which Gawain had found himself out here, and there were a plethora of amazingly solid reasons as to why that was. Part of him had been entirely fine with not returning at all, regardless of how good said reasons might have been. But times had changes. The stakes had changed. For when he had lost one of the first big, life-threatening fights in his life on the isle of Skjaergard and almost lost his life in the process, the only thing keeping him alive had been sheer stubbornness and a massive stroke of luck. The kind of luck that you would only get once in your life, that much being something the young boy knew to be sure. It made him realize that the rate at which he had been growing as a mage, which was more than stellar in and of itself, might not be enough.
Even the benefits he received from gradually mastering his ring might not have been enough. After all, they had barely been enough to keep him alive during the whole debacle that had nearly ended him. It made him think about the things Griswold had tried to teach him, that using weapons as a means of supplementation was not just a great thing, it could at times make the difference between life and death. He had told him mostly redacted stories about how he had fought against one of the most powerful demons that had ever set foot on Cloverian soil, how it had shattered his sword after the black knight had used it repeatedly to cut away as much of the entity’s defenses as possible. Had the blade not blocked the majority of the strike, Griswold might have been knocked clean out of the fight if not outright getting killed in the process.
To Gawain, much of these things sounded like it had been poor planning and a lack of insight into the exact level of power this being possessed, and that Griswold losing his sword and almost losing his life had been entirely due to his own oversight. For the longest time, he held that belief in his mind as canon, knowing that all of the weapons he had held throughout his life had been used as tools for murder. Nothing more, nothing less. Up until now, he had learned how to manage his mana output to the point where every spell he used did exactly as much damage as he wanted it to, meaning they weren’t always lethal. When a blade was put into his hands though, it was always lethal. The sheer amount of Skjaergardian Villtsung he had killed, albeit while they were in a drunken stupor, sound asleep or wholly awake reached levels where if the governing body of Clover found out, he might risk getting imprisoned for a long time.
But with the death of quite literally all of the people that had known him back then, there was a slim to zero percent chance of that ever happening. Such were the perks of being a survivor. And the way he saw it, putting a blade back into his hands risked that killer inside of him to resurface. But there was something about near-death experiences that had a knack for shaking loose certain points of view, allowing them to be replaced by new insights and feelings on said matters. For that reason, Gawain decided that it was about time for him to play into his own strengths by taking up a weapon once again. By now, if he could not contain the emotions he had tucked away safely inside of the recesses of his mind once he was armed again, he would simply need to resign from the magic knights altogether before selling the weapon and refusing weaponry once and for all.
If the nature of the beast could not be denied after it was fed, that just meant that he could never risk feeding it ever again.
And that was what had brought him back, back to the place that had caused him nightmares for the next four months following up on the events that transpired inside. For when he had been looking for any leads regarding any kind of special weaponry, he had gone by a bunch of blacksmiths in the royal capital, as well as a few appraisers. Sometimes, people found weapons when clearing out a basement or an attic after a loved one passed away, unsure of what exactly they held in their possession. They’d go to someone who could appraise it, or go to someone who held any knowledge on weaponry in general, thus making the blacksmiths and appraisers the best places to visit in his mind. At times, people learned that the sword they found was nothing more than just a sword. But there were also times when said sword had belonged to some ancient and powerful figure and that it held magical properties greater than your average magic tool.
And by heading to one such appraiser, the boy had gotten a lead on a rather interesting little something. Though the tale itself was rather vague, it was said that the only thing the man had known about in recent years was a strange hilt belonging to a dagger. Though the blade itself had likely been destroyed as it was entirely missing, the handle itself was said to radiate with mana, responding to touch as if knowing when someone was holding it. When the man had tried to appraise it, he claimed to have felt some kind of ominous presence in the room with him, though there had been no one else there. When he put the hilt down, the eerie feeling faded away entirely, leading him to believe the weapon was either cursed, housed an evil entity or that a spell had been cast on it that made people feel uneasy around it. To Gawain’s ears, this made it seem like the kind of thing he should try to chase down.
It was said that the person that had found the handle of the weapon had brought it to an auction house, putting it up so people might be able to place bids and take the hilt home with them. Normally, these kinds of things went home with collectors that seemed to like owning old things for no reason other than wanting to have them. When it turned out a member of the Vermillion family had bought it, Gawain had already started sulking, believing that that was more or less the end of that as those stingy noble houses usually never parted with anything. But out of all of them, Gawain had learned that the Vermillion were by far the most ‘Noble’ out of the noble houses. Being the kind of person that he was, he knew of a whole bunch of people within the magic knight squads, particularly the ones who were considered to be relatively powerful, powerful or straight up strong.
For this reason, Gawain recognized the name of the individual that had supposedly gotten their hands on the handle: Taiyo Vermillion. Knowing very little about the guy in terms of the magic he wielded, he knew that he had a few successful missions and undertakings under his belt, at least having done enough to be counted among the strongest within the family. He also knew that the man had been missing for a long time, and that very few knew exactly where he had run off to. As a magic knight of at least ‘some’ renown himself, or a rising star in the eyes of others, Gawain managed to collect a bit of information where he might have otherwise received nothing. Especially as a knight from another magic squad entirely, getting what he needed from the Crimson Lions might have been hard, had they not been as helpful as they were. Albeit for entirely different reasons, they all wanted to figure out where Taiyo had gone, why he had not returned, and maybe to get him to do exactly that.
For Gawain, the reason was simple: He just wished to challenge the guy for the rights to the dagger hilt.
In his eyes, there wasn’t a single weapon broken to the point where the right craftsman would not be able to fix it and make it useable again. Though he obviously did not share that with the Crimson Lions, their willingness to find their missing brother in arms led him to the place he had once again descended upon. The lair of the arch-vampire of Kiten, the fake nobleman that had the ear of the mayor, the monster that went by the name Aronil. When Gawain heard that Taiyo had embarked on a mission to find the vampire that threatened the town of Kiten, he immediately feared the worst, if for no reason other than the fact that he himself had been the one that had put the creature to death after so many years of threatening people’s lives. It had been because of him that all of those women and children that had been taken over several decades had died.
For when the boy and his accomplice, the vampire hunter going by the name of Waylon had gone through Kiten and uncovered the identity of the monster that hid in plain sight, they had chased it all the way to the ancient elven catacombs outside of town. Once there, they were attacked by a horde of feral vampires: women and children that had been taken over the years by the vampire Aronil in an attempt at recreating the family he had lost so long ago. Unfortunately for him, turning people who had been taken from their families and loved ones had resulted in insanity, time and time again. Stashing them away in the catacombs to become desiccated and feral, Gawain and Waylon had to cut a swath through them if they wanted to get to Aronil. And get to them they did. Even now, Gawain felt the stains of all that blood on his hands, weighing him down alongside the memory of people screaming as fire burned them down and winds tore them apart.
After Aronil died, and the curse of his presence looming over Kiten had finally been broken, the ashen haired youth remembered feeling the presence of something evil further up inside the catacombs. But due to the heavy amount of fighting and the structural damage done to the place, he hadn’t ventured deeper inside, believing that the whole structure would likely have collapsed in a few more days time. But as he stood over the opening, he could only see that several portions of the ceiling had collapsed, opening large holes in the ground that went straight down inside. This had clearly not been his intention, as he had hoped the whole place would have ended up buried, rather than being opened up further to allow just about anything to get in and get out. For the first time in a long time, Gawain doubted whether or not he had done the right thing, setting fire to the interior and betting on the structure collapsing to do his job for him.
But there was no point in standing here and berating himself for his earlier choices, what mattered was what he did now as the chores started stacking up. Not only did he need to figure out where Taiyo had gone, he also had to make sure whether or not the bodies of the dismembered vampires had burned up properly, that nothing else dangerous was lurking inside of that place, as well as ensuring no new forms of evil might rise from it. And so, the boy took the leap into the dark catacombs, which had unknowingly become a whole lot less dark. Due to the number of openings in the ceiling, much more natural light managed to get in, illuminating all but the further corners of the room, revealing the crispy bodies of at least a dozen dead vampires. But something about it was off. Animals had clearly gotten into this place as there were signs of feeding on the burnt husks.
Wondering what might happen to a creature that unknowingly ate the remains of vampires, Gawain kept his mind on edge, venturing deeper into the room where the two had killed the master vampire. Relieved to find that the body was still there, it seemed that it too had been gnawed on, missing bits and pieces here and there. Though it was difficult to see due to the manner in which the monster had been carved up and set ablaze simultaneously, bite marks and the like could be seen upon close inspection. This all seemed like it would not bide well for him, yet he had to persevere. Passing by the remains of the master, the dark returned, casting wide shadows across the room and making much of the interior difficult to see, though one thing stood out. The stench of death. Finding a doorway, it seemed that the door itself had been locked, but it had been locked from this side.
An odd choice to make, unless whoever frequented this place had chosen that it was more important to keep whatever inhabited these halls to stay in, perhaps keeping something from getting out. Knowing what little he had seen of Aronil to revolve around him and his massive ego and long list of wishes, there existed not a doubt about how he might have used such a place to perform whatever experiments suited him to bring back his family, or create a new one without rendering the women and children he took insane and feral. Since the man had a massive mansion in Kiten near the mayor’s office, it wouldn’t have made sense for him to have any actual lodgings down here. This was particularly true when factoring in how this door had no key or anything, and was merely barred from this side. All things considered, what the boy might find on the other side of the door could prove to be particularly dangerous. Regardless, he had to know what was there. And so, he removed the bars on the door and pulled it open.
Stepping into the room, the torches on the wall automatically lit themselves as if by magic, casting a dim light across a room that seemed about as eerie as the hallway that had been littered with burnt bodies. The room itself was small, though there was a staircase heading deeper down into the earth, as well as various bloodied tables that hadn’t been used for some time by the looks of the coagulated dark blood. One thing however stood out, having actually been placed on a pedestal. Whatever the case, there was no mistaking the fact that the item placed on top of it was without a doubt the handle of the dagger he had been looking for. Why it was here and not with Taiyo, or why it had been placed on a pedestal like this remained to be seen. But one thing seemed clear: this did not look good for the missing Crimson Lion, nor did it look good for the Vermillion house.
If Taiyo had been captured, defeated or killed by Aronil and had this strange relic taken from him, there were only a few outcomes the boy could think of. Either the man was locked up deeper down below at the bottom of the staircase, he was fed to Aronil’s ‘family’ of fledgling vampires, or the man had been turned into an undead night creature himself. Turning his attention back to the pedestal, it seemed in poor taste to take the handle with him, though at the same time it felt like a waste to just leave it there. Maybe once he found Taiyo and managed to drag his ass down from the catacombs, he might be able to hold it over him and ask for the hilt as a means of repaying him for his efforts. That would certainly be a preferable outcome compared to having to drag up a dead body in his opinion. Even though he had never met the guy, Gawain was still a magic knight, and saving people was part of his job after all.
Upon picking up the handle, a strange sensation washed over him, disappearing shortly after. Even though he was already feeling watched in these dark halls that had been abandoned by the light decades ago, the whispers he heard were new. Not quite sure where they were coming from as he could not pinpoint their location, he also couldn’t quite figure out what the voices were saying. Instead of putting the handle into his pocket and letting go of it, he held it in front of him, allowing his eyes to get a good look at the thing. There was talk about the thing being potentially cursed or inhabited by something evil, though the fact that the person that initially found it, an appraiser, an auctioneer, Taiyo and likely Aronil himself had all held it and most of them were still very much alive, it had seemed to him that touching it couldn’t hurt and that the stories were likely an exaggeration.
Still unsure whether the voices originated from the dagger or not, there was no denying that they had only started speaking to him once he had picked it up. On the other hand, maybe it was due to him touching the pedestal the handle had been resting on. Regardless of what it was, upon closer inspection of the weapon, Gawain made another odd discovery. From the looks of it, this handle had never held a blade in the first place, as there was no clear break point where the handle had broken off, nor was there any kind of indentation that showed where a blade might have been attached. Unsure what the point was to him even finding this damn thing now that he knew that it was more than likely ornamental, the young knight had gotten ridiculously close to tossing the thing into a corner and forgetting about it entirely. But when he sensed something scurrying in the darkness, his body instinctively responded to it.
As a surge of mana raced through his body, ready to fuel whatever spell he was planning on tossing at it, it seemed that the hilt responded to this rush. In a split second, a blade of dark, purple mana materialized from the handle, showing an odd curve that made it seem outlandish. Even more outlandish than your average blade of mana, or so he’d assume, as this was the first time he had actually seen one. But as the blade materialized, the voices remained, remaining as unintelligible as they were before. When he released his mana, the blade did not retract back into the hilt, rather dematerializing entirely as if it had never existed at all. But when his mana touched it again, it would just pop right back out. A most intriguing little mechanism for such a silly little ornate hilt. But with the whispers still existing vaguely in the background, the boy had trouble enjoying the moment.
Deciding to pocket it for now, it was time for him to see what was at the bottom of the staircase, and to see whether or not Taiyo was ready to be saved, or not…
At first glance, Miroh Ath appears as either an unfinished or broken sword as all you are able to see is the unusual four-inch hilt one would often associate with a rapier. The grip is a finely carved onyx with a silver inlay spiralling up it leading into silver filigree and eventually into a half lotus design. It is only when the owner of the weapon channels mana through it does it show its true potential as at the bottom of the blade two small circles and a small orb appear, and at the base of the half lotus two larger circles appear, and on the petals, a symbol appears on each that seems illegible until you finish understanding the relic, at that point, you will be able to read it and find out the name of the daemon who's energy it holds. From the torch/petal hilt is a white pure aura dagger blade which is eighteen inches long and holds a purple tint to its edges. The blade itself almost appears to be made out of flames the way it curves makes it almost look like a khopesh. In the centre of the curve, an orb can be seen, while on the outside it has four spikes that can do damage.Lore:
