Fantasy Streets of Mage

[Jodyguru]

Fantasy - Main Thread: Streets of Mage

Once a gleaming beacon of hope for humanity, the religious city-state of Dominion has been superseded by the order of mages known as The Circle, changing the city in both name and function. Grand Nocturne serves as a trading focal point for the realm of Paladina, as well as a place of refuge for...

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Could be interested

 

[Epiphany]

Meeeee toooo.

So we have a physically adept treasure hunter and a magically skilled investigator.

Pondering a former criminal turned righteous, paladin or cleric or something along those lines. I'll give it a bit more thought and watch the flow of the game for ideas.

 

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Put together a sheet. I tend to draw my characters, so if they're accepted, I'll look into putting together an image.

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• Basics
• Personality and Background
• Spells and Equipment

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  » OROMET SEPH, NIGHT WATCHMAN
  
  Age: 29
  
  Visibly, Oromet Seph is a man in decline. Dark, scraggly hair falls over the face of a part local, part foreigner, his skin a deep yet ambiguous complexion. He seems older than he is, and even without speaking, his heavy expression and weary eyes betray that he has seen more than he would like to see. In many ways, this makes him not all that different from many that can be found along the outer edge of Grand Nocturne, where the clay siding cracks and crumbles off of buildings, and where the streets twist and tie themselves into knots as they follow plans long forgotten and hide people long abandoned. Oromet Seph is a man that reflects his city. A tired man for a tired land, stress and fatigue chipping away at facades once bright and colorful. Not beyond saving, yet without savior, and without the wherewithal needed to save themselves.
  
  » SKILLS AND ADVANTAGES
  
  » Street Smart.
  » Well-connected.
  » Quick thinking.
  » Experienced.
  
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  » PERSONALITY
  Oromet possesses a strange brand of kindness. He is gentle, yet without warmth. Caring, yet without emotion. Where he once might have been incensed by the injustices of the world, he instead sees messes to be cleaned and problems to be fixed--messes and problems so beyond his own personal scope that there is nothing he himself can do other than soften the blows they deal unto others. He is a man that has been kind so many times, that has helped so many times, and has repeated his same cycles of assistance so many times, that they have become routine things, without thought and without feeling.
  
  This is not to say that his actions are insincere. If anything, a sense of sincerity is one of the few things he still possesses. Yet, it is sincerity in the face of the expectation of defeat, a thorough understanding of what role he exists to play, and a complete acceptance that the wider world around him will not bend to his idea of justice any more than a clock will turn back time at the insistence of a single gear. The capacity for warmth is still within him, and frequently comes forth as a show for Grand Nocturne's younger and more fragile denizens, but the ability to turn that warmth inward for the sake of his own comfort seems long, long gone.
  
  
  » BIOGRAPHY
  Oromet Seph was born to a local woman in Grand Nocturne, his father a traveling trader that had set off for parts unknown long before his birth. His upbringing in the Hamlet's Quarter was a communal one, his mother having shared a cramped upstairs existence with several other families on one of the streets near the city's wall. Despite living conditions that many would consider miserable, this collective yet disparate attempt at a family gave Oromet the warmth and kindness that the city itself would attempt to bleed away in the coming years.
  
  Like many street children, Oromet Seph was a known element to many throughout the sprawling Hamlet's Quarter. As children were easily overlooked within the busy streets, Oromet and others pulled in small amounts of coin trading gossip and information to those that sought it, a network that Oromet himself would eventually utilize in his adulthood. His mother, meanwhile, worked as a washer for a business in the Trade Town district, contributing a moderate amount toward the "family's" collective rent.
  
  When he came of age, Oromet joined the knighthood during a recruiting push, drawn in by the promises of steady work and generous pay the Dominion was supposedly offering. What he figured was a mature move was in fact one of naivete, as any such promises are almost always made in the shadow of brewing conflict. In order to maintain healthy relations with a neighboring state, Oromet and many others were sent off to fight a war in a foreign land. When he finally returned from the front, he did so with a mystical crossbow bolt embedded in his dominant hand, one which left a festering, burning, tremor-inducing scar. With proper healing magic beyond his means, Oromet took to hard-to-find potions and herbs to stave off the pain. He had left expecting riches, and had returned with heavy costs.
  
  His shaky hand left him unfit for knighthood. His war experience allowed him to claim a post as a Night Watchman, a coat-wearing, lantern-carrying member of the city guard. He did not return a hero, yet he was nonetheless welcomed by old faces in the Hamlet's Quarter and the streets of his childhood. It was this strange position between the community and the authorities that thrust him into the underbelly of his own city; what the people did not trust the Dominion to investigate discretely, they turned to Oromet with instead, offering him whatever little coin they could in hopes he would take on their cases. Compelled by a fading sense of altruism and the constant need for medicine, he did, finding the missing, uncovering the hidden, avenging the murdered, and what his status as a Night Watchman didn't let him get away with, the Dominion's relative lack of care did. Who else, other than a few other Night Watchmen, would wish to stick their nose into the matters of the Hamlet's Quarter?
  
  There is only one thing that has kept him alive amidst the constant push and pull of the Hamlet's Quarter's underground struggle: his neutrality. Without evidence, Oromet looks the other way. Without cause, Oromet does not appear. Without need, Oromet does not prod. The quarter's underground can trust Oromet not to pry, and in turn, his services for the downtrodden generally proceed uninhibited. The chances of that changing increased sharply upon the acquisition of a particular letter, speaking of a case that involved the elements of his district that had gone nearly entirely untouched by him. Now, caught between the lure of gold, the dangers of the depths, and the potential innocence of a wanted man, Oromet's prior position may be in jeopardy. One way or another, between the job and its payment, his time as a Night Watchman will come to an end. The only question that remains to be answered is whether or not his life will come to an end with it.
  
  
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  » EQUIPMENT
  » Watchman's Badge: A small, tin pocket watch with the sigil of the Night Watch on the interior. Oromet's official duty hours are marked on the clock in red numbers from 9 PM to 5 AM. All Night Watchmen possess a similar badge-watch, with their assigned duty hours marked in red in an identical fashion.
  
  » Coat of Warding: A button-up coat with slight magical protection from the cold and intense heat. Standard for most Night Watchmen that have served for several years.
  
  » Watchmen's Lantern: Used primarily for light. Also functions as a focus for specific spells.
  
  » City Watch Crossbow: A repeating crossbow possessed by many city guardsmen, from gate-guards to patrolmen.
  
  » City Watch Sword: A standard shortsword used by nearly every patrolman in the city. Easier to use in tight alleys and interior spaces than their longer cousins.
  
  » Dagger: An unremarkable secondary weapon and occasional tool.
  
  » Charcoal and paper: For basic sketching and note-taking.
  
  » Smoking tin: A dented metal box containing rolling paper and dried Kunzen leaves, a powerful painkilling and sense-dulling herb from another part of the world. While most grind Kunzen into a powder or steep it for drinking in order to bring out the herb's full effects, Oromet smokes it in order to lessen the plant's disorientating nature and keep his mind together on the job. Kunzen has a notable smell, making its usage easily detectable to those with medicinal or alchemical backgrounds.
  
  » Vial tin: Another dented box, containing small, finger-sized vials of potions Oromet applies to his hand wound. They are incapable of curing his injury on their own, yet are capable of staving off some of the wound's worst effects and reversing fresh damage it may cause.
  
  » SPELLS
  » Convection: A spell that allows one to quickly pass large amounts of heat outward from their hands. Generally used for lighting lamps, though it can also be used offensively or to start fires on contact. Oromet almost always uses Convection with his off-hand, as its usage causes severe pain in his dominant.
  
  » Flame's Revelation: A dispelling technique used to do away with glamour and illusory spells. Notably requires an open flame and crystalline lenses--both of which can be found in a Watchman's Lantern.
  
  » Reflecting Glint: Another lantern-specific spell that can reveal sought objects by having them brightly reflect the lantern's light, revealing their locations. Only works if the lantern's light can reach the object.
  
  » Confiscate: Part magic, part sleight-of-hand. Items that are easily palmed or held in one hand disappear from view once picked up, and the act of taking them is obscured. They can then be easily stowed away in a pocket, jacket, or other concealed location.
  
  

 

[Chuckles]

I’m very interested in this.

Thinking about a warlock Thief (similar to Corvo from dishonored without the possession abilities)

in D&D terms he’d have something like Misty Step, One with Shadows, maybe Devils Sight.

I’d imagine he had a bit of a professional rivalry with Elysandre since they operate in similar circles (he has DEFINITELY tried to steal some treasure she had procured for opposing clients before for instance)

I’m just not sure if that’s too similar as far as character archetypes to Teeny’s character.

 

[Jodyguru]

in D&D terms he’d have something like Misty Step, One with Shadows, maybe Devils Sight.

I’d imagine he had a bit of a professional rivalry with Elysandre since they operate in similar circles (he has DEFINITELY tried to steal some treasure she had procured for opposing clients before for instance)

I love the idea of a rival for another player. Keep in mind that all spells come at a cost. I really don't want players to rely on magic to get through the investigation. It should be for flavor and helpful in some situations. It doesn't just come out on the fly like [insert anime here].

 

[Chuckles]

I love the idea of a rival for another player. Keep in mind that all spells come at a cost. I really don't want players to rely on magic to get through the investigation. It should be for flavor and helpful in some situations. It doesn't just come out on the fly like [insert anime here].

I can definitely work with that magic wise. I’ll work up a CS and have him posted in the next day or two.

 

[TeenyTinyElephants]

I love the idea of a rival for another player. Keep in mind that all spells come at a cost. I really don't want players to rely on magic to get through the investigation. It should be for flavor and helpful in some situations. It doesn't just come out on the fly like [insert anime here].

I am also loving the idea!! Bring it on! The fire of competition would complicate her proficiencies or maybe lend to her successes at other times.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name: Bridget
Age: 23 years old

Spoiler: Physical description:

This girl is the perfect mix of her parents, if she knew them.
She got her father’s coppery skin tone and thick black hair, while she picked up her mother’s pointed ears and green eyes.
She keeps her hair pulled back into a ponytail, with the front bangs left loose out of said ponytail, and she also leaves a little piece of her hair to hang beside her face. This piece of hair is a bit of culture that leaked into her through her adoptive mothers. It’s essentially a little brass rod slipped over the hair and kept in place with a really complex hair knot.
Typically she isn’t dressed extravagantly. Leather armor over a muted green tunic, a dull gray cloak, leather climbing boots, and a bag to carry all her goods. Aside from that, when has a red bandanna that she keeps tied loosely around her neck so she can pull it over her nose when doing her thieving. Thus hiding most of her face.

Role: Street-Performer by day, by night... High-Class Thief and Assassin.
Background:
Bridget, my half-elf beauty, was found on the side of the round as a six month old baby. She was found in the middle of a thunderstorm by a pair of conwomen lesbian dwarves that move in a massive caravan of merchants and minstrels. A big wagon full of bards and jesters leads the party from town to town where they set up a big bazaar with goods for sale, some legitimately obtained, others, not so much.
Bridget learned her rogue trade with her two mothers in the back of a covered wagon. Eventually she leaves the caravan due to a big ol’ case of wanderlust that most young elves are one to have.

Upon breaking away from home, she started doing small performances on the street where she would sing and dance and play tunes on her piccolo. By night.... Well. Being a thief and assassin sure does pay, doesn’t it?
Daily necessities:
Gear: Thieves Tools
Weapon of choice: Twin Kukri.
Magic: Nope.

 

[Jodyguru]

thanks for the character sheet! The main thread is currently pretty full but stay tuned if anything changes