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[Muni]

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Just droppin' this off here for now. Will be used in the future to store character sheets, as well as additional lore, information, and terminology.

 

List of Game Mechanics

 

Presence

 

What is presence? Well, to put it simply it’s just how much influence a certain object/character/or event has on the story. In any tale, there are plot points and devices that are not so important to the larger context and ones that are integral to our understanding of the story. This concept of what is important and what is not so important also transfers over to the realm of role-play. In the case of role-play, the more important something is, the harder it is for players to change or alter it against the Game Master’s wishes. As Re:cursio is a player based RP, it is important that the “players” have real power to affect the story in ways that they want to, and cannot easily be affected themselves. However, as with any RP, if players are given too much free rein, the story would collapse. So, listed below are general guidelines to “presence” in Re:cursio, to give both players and readers an understanding of what to expect out of what kinds of people/events within the RP.

 

“Denizens” – This is the general term for inhabitants of the Dying Worlds. They can be considered “supporting cast” in a way. Though they may well be fully developed characters, they are not the focus of the “story”, and thus do not hold much significance. Their main role is to give the worlds they reside in unique identities, as well as affect the story or the players’ understanding of the story. As such, they have the least amount of presence, and can be easily affected (ie: they are easily controlled, befriended, or killed by the Rabbits).

 

“Rabbits” – This is the general term for “players”, or inhabitants of the Spiral. As active members of the RP, they can be considered the “protagonists”. As such, they are the focus of the “story”, and are not easily affected by events or each other. However, Rabbits are still affected by game mechanics to a sense, and cannot become a “one-man-show” in running the story. (ie: special GM granted powers such as Fates can still “kill” Rabbits or otherwise affect them, and a Rabbit will not generally be able to take on and utterly obliterate a boss by themselves).

 

“Anomalies” – This is the general term for “integral plot points”. For the most part these are either “bosses” or the “central event” that will be responsible for the death of the world that they inhabit. They can usually be found in the “climax” of the story, and on average have more presence than just one player. This will often mean that combatting a boss takes several players working together in order to prevail, though this may not always be the case. (ie: dealing with an anomaly will either be a group effort or one that requires special GM granted powers).

 

“Administrators” – This is the general term for the “benefactors” that inhabit the Spiral. Containing the most presence out of anything else within the RP, these beings will generally be able to completely ignore any efforts made by Rabbits against them, and completely put them down. This may change only after the overall plot of the RP has moved to a certain point. (ie: regardless of powers possessed by the Rabbit in question, an Administrator will not be affected).

 

List of "Fate" Codes

 

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List of Worlds

 

 

1. Dystichia

 

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“But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away…”

 

An unprecedented world with no wars or even minor conflicts to its history, Dystichia is rich in artistic and spiritual advancement. Without the presence of strife to slow down the pursuit of knowledge, the people of Dystichia have managed to unify under a single spoken language as well as institution of governance. This institution, known simply as “the Communion”, holds influence in all three of the major continents of the world, with power coalescing in the glorious capital of Ama Letria.

 

Named after founder of the Lightstream (a phenomenon unique to the world that allows every living being to be empathetically connected with all others), “Letria the Lightbringer”, Ama Letria is a lush port city protected by mountains on all sides not facing the sea. Over the course of hundreds of years of advancements in magic, the city of Ama Letria was created entirely by mages through transforming magical energy into a solid substance. The result was a glowing quartz city, composed entirely of crystallized magic.

 

Though “the Communion” is obviously a very strong influence in this city, there has been surprisingly no history of corruption within the organization. Due to the natural harmonic tendencies of the inhabitants of Dystichia, there are almost no laws concerning species inequality, property claims, or even criminal acts. Both wealth and happiness seem to be shared equally within this world. Curiously enough, the only blemish upon the reputation of Ama Letria is the fact that it may be the only place within the world were unnatural causes of death are reported. Very sparingly, perhaps every five years or so, unofficial eyewitness accounts tell of individuals crying in anguish as they throw themselves into the sea.

 

The major races within this world include Human, Beastfolk, Elementals, and Spirits. All four of these groups have learned to adapt to both urban and country lifestyles, living in harmony with each other.

 

Major Characters

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Edited by Muni, 22 December 2014 - 05:46 AM.

[Nualie]

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Name: 666 (It was fate that they gave me this number), but I like "Nao" more. So call me that. 

Race: Half-dragon

Age: 10
Gender: Female
Personal Skills:

• Dragon breath
• Part-Transformation (Claws, wings, tail, but one or two at a time)

Backstory:

 

The world I come from was vast, that's for sure. Only there was very little earth to walk on.

It wasn't even a planet, but a huge moon of one, called Evaria, and all the time could we see it dancing in the silver sky.

This moon was called Elea.

Magic was strong in this universe. It was everywhere: In each rock, in every being. In every atom of our bodies. 

Every single of them, but one specie. One that could not really use it, that didn't have it, and grew strong by other means. Of course, at first glance you would've thought they were "normal" magic beings. They weren't. 

 

Dragons. 

Dragons were few, but omnipresent in my world.

It was nothing but sea and islands floating in the sky. There was humans, too, but they all had "magic". 

Magic that let them fly, that that let them heal others and themselves... Everyone, at this point, had all they wanted.

Until the magic came lacking. 

No one knows why. But one day magic started wavering. It was running out. The various species had grew biologically weak because of their reliance on this miracle.  The simplest cold could kill them. In less than a deceny, half of the world's living beings had died.

Only the dragons didn't suffer, but the knew they would soon run out of food as well. So they asked the human to lead experiments on them. To save the rest of the world.  

But when scientists tried to experiment about their abilities, they were surprised.  All of it was purely biological.

The most amazing of the species, they thought, was different. They had gained total mastery of their bodies, and could alter it at will, they healed with unusual speed, they could fly, breathe fire, live underwater, they were treated as gods by all the intelligent ones, and in return they had protected the weaker specie in a sort of symbiosis, yet they didn't have "magic". They were a specie that could, in a second, turn from a humanoid form to one of a winged lizard thirty meters tall and ravage everything, but it wasn't "magic". 

So the humans tried to save themselves. They took dragon cells and tried to fuse them with their own. They also tried on various other species. The time was short; but no money problems would slow them down, and everyone supported them all their hearts.

There were all lot of failures.

Too many failed monsters.

They didn't look human. They had claws, wings, tails. Thus classified as failures. But those who could survive like dragons weren't "taken care of", but studied as well.

And thus I was born.

Experiments after experiments, I noticed I had abilities others didn't have. Many of us could breath fire, like me, but only I could alter my body a little, like dragons, although not completely. 

I didn't tell them. I knew they would just dissect me. I was better of as a living "failure" than as a dead "success", I thought.

But the magic was running out, and that was what kept the floating islands... Well, floating in the air.

So they started wavering as well. I knew we wouldn't survive if they fell, so I tried to escape.

I was ten years old. 

I killed a lot, this day. All that stood in my path. Morals were not something they had taught me.

I will remember this day all my life.

The ocean shining under the sky of silver. Evaria in the sky, dancing.

The islands who started falling.

Elea started falling toward its planet, too. Then the door.

And here I am. 

Edited by Nualie, 15 December 2014 - 06:51 PM.

[Geo]

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Name: Ventus Xilian Orwill

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personal Skills:

• Light Magic Proficiency

          - Conjuration

          - Attack Spells

• Sword Proficiency 
• Gun Proficiency
• Fleet Footed - High Mobility
• Honed Perception

Backstory:

 

Lamius? That name is something that takes me back to my life there. That name "Lamius", was a world long dead from the corruption of my people. Of course, I had no idea of what was in store for our world until it was too late. It was a shame that everything that was Lamius was utterly wiped out. Only I carry the fragmented memories of its existence. That place was such a beautiful place before it was ravaged by the outcome of war. Flourishing towns and citadels painted a beautiful scene among the greenest plains. Exotic animals that are hard to explain what they looked like. Yet, the damage was already done and "The Collapse" was the final hit to the nail of my dying world. There was signs that "The Collapse" was going to happen, and no one batted an eye from them. Only the few that were branded as insane tried to bring attention to it. So, what if we did manage to put our attention to it? I bet that we were already to late, and the effects from "The Collapse" was already starting underneath our feet.

 

I do not remember my family much. I have not seen their faces for so long that I can not recall the details. I was only a young age of fourteen before I was taken away from my family to fight for the Egalan Army. The training was hell and there only a few lucky recruits, like myself, who managed to survive the brutal initiation. What a waste of life that the Egalan Empire allowed in order for the "best of the best" to fight. Why would they even think that it was right to take children away from their homes only to never see their family again. How dare they allow to keep their families in the dark because their sons or daughters will never come back to their arms. It was not right, but I couldn't do anything. Yes, there was already a darkness looming on our lands. Instead of the enemies that I have fought, it was my own kind that was the main cause of our own mutual destruction.

 

I learned to become the absolute best on the art of sword fighting. I trained hard to be the best shot I could be in my regime. I also had the exclusive ability of magic that most people did not have. My team and I were trained to be "mystic knights", and we were destined to lead the army on the front lines. My team were the very best and the our powers were unmatched against our foes. Lands were conquered and the Egalan Empire's influence double throughout Lamius. Yet, it was about time before the greatest threat arrived. The Etherians marched down on our lands, and we waged war against these alien-like beings. It was my team and I that were ready to give a "warm welcome" as they stepped unto our footsteps.

 

They were strong, I give you that for sure. They also had their strength in numbers. Only if the Egalan Empire was not so stingy about their obsession with the "best of the best", maybe we could have won that war. Hah, who am I kidding? We already lost by the moment they arrived. They were the stepping stones that caused our own destruction. As they grew closer to the citadel, the higher ups got more... desperate. I cannot tell you what they really did to cause our own world to be destroyed, but I can tell you one thing. By the moment I open that strange door, I felt this large explosion pushing me inside and closing the door behind me. The only thing I know about that explosion was it can from the citadel, and it was light magic that caused it. You know how I knew even if I didn't see it? I felt it. I felt a strong sense of light magic on that explosion. The Etherians aren't capable of doing light magic, let alone a large one at least. But that is all past now...

 

[Siderealmidnight]

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Name: N/A, the unit often refers to itself when asked by the form it occupies (currently: Hunter)

Picture: 
Age: Unknown
Gender: N/A
Personal Skills: 

"Spark"

Strengths:

Essentially limitless power supply

Can construct metal into a body which it can operate from within

Cannot be disrupted by energy-based damage

 

Weaknesses:

Cannot operate without a metal construct to inhabit

Is vulnerable to physical damage

Cannot construct a metal body without first compiling an internal "blueprint" to use for construction of complex circuitry (currently available blueprints: Hunter) 

"Hunter"

Strengths:

All joints within the Hunter unit are ball-joints that can be independently magnetically locked to be used as other types of joints, giving the Hunter unit a high degree of flexibility.

Built for a high gravity environment, the Hunter unit is resistant to all forms of concussive force. This also tends to make the Hunter unit quite fast as it was built to move quickly in such an environment.

The Hunter unit is well-versed in hand-to-hand combat related to grapples, throws, and force redirection as well as weapons combat involving spears and swords.

The Hunter unit is optimized for combat, its external sensors are made to analyze movement and trajectory at a quick rate, improving reflexes.

 

Weaknesses:

Unit construction specifications limit armor and weight, meaning little resistance to non-concussive damage and relatively limited strength. 

Requires a Spark to function.

Limited cognitive processing when performing non-combat related tasks.

No knowledge of combat styles other than those listed above.

 

 

 

Personality/Backstory: 

 

Hunter often dreamed of its world. Before the destruction of the Union Hunter had no need to dream, for all memory was within reach, but now dreams were all that remained of much of his knowledge of the world. It had been old, as far as Sparks went, only two production cycles after the Oldest, and in that time it had seen much of the world. It had been one of the first to adopt the eventually common practice of form changing to experience the world as seen through the eyes of different forms. It had been a Maker, a Miner, a Singer, a Scholar, and any other form the Makers made to acquire memories of all the forms in various places to bring to the Union. 

 

But in those final centuries it became a Hunter to protect the Union's underground network from being destroyed by the planets wildlife, beasts towering into the clouds that sent tremors into the crust of the earth with each step. It had been a simple life, fighting or warding off the beasts, sometimes stalking them for years with its companion Hunters. The other lives it had led had been far less simple, and it was happy to find a new experience in such an old form. When it returned to the databank to give its memories to the Union it had found the other forms in a chaotic state it had never observed. It was said the Oldest had determined their star would collapse, and that even now those that could joined the Union to lend processing power to their calculations. The only ones who did not were the Hunters, to make sure the Union was not interrupted, and the Makers, to create new Sparks to look into this problem from another viewpoint. It could have joined the Union then, to help with the calculations, but it had spent many a millennium deep in calculations, if these were to be its last days it wanted to spend them in a simpler form. 

 

Within a decade it had become clear, the construction of an escape could not be completed in time, and soon the ensuing supernova would consume their planet entirely. As the Union waited to experience for the first time outside of isolated incidents with wildlife the true reality of death it had seen a door within the Makers workshop of a peculiar construction, a wooden door barely small enough for a Scholar to crawl through. It found itself overcome with a rare feeling of curiosity and entered the door, only to find itself in a place its sensors could not observe without the Union, or so it dreamed. It could remember the dreams in perfect clarity, but the memories they hinted at were lost to it now, the Union, and according to those who spoke to it the entire universe in which the Union had existed, was gone, and with it Hunter was reduced to a peculiar state, what those beings called "individuality". It was an unfamiliar experience, even within the dreams, for even when within a form the Union had always been there as an inseparable part of existence. Without that presence it felt hollow, but at the same time it felt free, as if it could discover the world all over again within the sphere of this one form it maintained.

Edited by Siderealmidnight, 18 December 2014 - 01:28 AM.

[Führer Itulhu]

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Name: Aita, [God of Death]

 

Age: 127, physical age due to augmenting his body 25

Gender: Male

Personal Skills:

Necromancy:

-Self Augmentation, the act of ‘adjusting’ one's own body.

-Controlling the dead

-Seeing/hearing spirits.

-Life Drain [sealed]

hand to hand combat Proficiency.

Dence Body- the body is thick and strong.

 

Personality/Backstory:

“What will you use your powers for? the choice could mean the beginning or the end… or even nothing.” For some reason these words are one of the few things  Aita Bothered remembering from his childhood. But why would he remember those words spoken by his teacher? Aita sometimes find himself dwelling on those words as he layed on a dull coloured field of grass.

The grass wasn’t the only dull dead colour, most the world was the same, it looked so… grey.

But the world wasn’t like that when he was young… no it was full of life, bright in an age where magic, myths and legends all ran free under the colourful skies.

But that age was no more.

It was a dead age.

Thinking about it made Aita stand up…. only to find a door just as dull as the rest of the world in front of him.

Aita then hesitated and looked back at the world and people… no spirits appeared around him spouting words like.

‘This is your fault’ ‘forever live with your sin’ ‘repent for eternity’.

to them Aita chuckled.

“The man you once knew died long before you, I am now Aita. The last herrafal (A human race) and soon to be last living creature from Etrus.”

He then reached for the handle.

Could it have been the beginning instead?

 

The story is old and forgotten now.

but there was once a world called Etrus.

it did not fall to natural disaster.

it did not fall from a war.

nor an ‘Alien threat’.

It fell to one man.

 

in a world where magic fueled science anything was possible, everything was beautiful. But it was not peaceful. In a world of many countries and races there were many differences. Some strong some weak. Some smart some dumb and much more that lead to fights, battles and wars.

but none of that mattered to a child that lived in a peaceful backwater village, the boy grew up peacefully, learning the basics of magic and his own affinity becoming a prodigy according to his teacher. There was another boy, he was already a master with the sword… though it was strange for a farm boy to even learn swordsmanship… what would he need it for?  

Peace continued…. but not forever, in war there are no certainties and it wasn’t certain which country would win… and what the winner would do.

The boys watched as the village crumbled, and for the first time they killed and then killed more, the swordsman did not let it bother him, but to the mage he could not ignore it, the voices, the figures they condemned him. people from both sides did.

After the Chaos the two left on a long journey but what they sought they did not know, they met people, other creatures, split up and return to each other and every time the mage looked slightly different, first it was a different eye, then a finger after was the ear and slowly half his body was an elegant mismatch.

This caused more to avoid him, to fear him, even to admire. But no matter what he looked like his travel companion, an Elven girl named Persi saw him for what he was… which evolved into love.

 

By the time the boy was a man in his prime his home country hailed him and the other man as heroes who stood and repelled the enemies. But what for? the same thing will happen again in another village, mortals never learnt. Mortals? the mage was a mortal himself.

Instead of fighting he left the continent altogether in search of mythical creatures and knowledge.

 

Years went by, the mage saw wise dragons on the highest mountains that spoke in mortal tongue, fearsome creatures of the sea, Creatures that flew beside airships in the sky, races hidden deep under the earth, he even learnt of a threat, monsters born from the depths of darkness, full of malice. But what of the threat? no one would unite until they were nearly dead.

So again the mage ventured off, ending up on the continent of his home country.

He met the Swordsman again… but he was now past his prime, a middle age man who was now an elite guard with a family.

So with his lover the mage set off with newer companions, not much is known about the battle that took place in the depths of the darkness where the threat originated. but after years of struggled it didn’t matter, countries celebrated and even though fleeting they were allied.

But the mage was different after the unknown last battle… not many noticed it but Persi did and was worried. The mage talked to the dead more, used bodies more often, something he used to forbid himself from using unless necessary.

But he was still the same mage.

Was.

Until one night, where the night was lit up in joy. On that night a sinister plan hatched. A few powerful people were not happy with a man who became a symbol of peace, a necromancer should be feared not idolized, war was needed for gold, for advancement…. but was there enough people to fight wars? no that didn’t matter to them.

And so a plot to kill the man sprung into action.

But the mage did not die, the scream that echoed from a projectile ripping flesh was a women's.

And Persi died.

anger flowed through the mages veins.

what was the point? he thought again.

and as he thought the plants around him died, people withered away in screams and a voice whispered to his ears, the voice of an old wise man.

“I lied, the true threat wasn’t the darkness, it was the one who defeated the darkness.”

tears rushed down the mages face and laughter mixed with it.

“I am no longer __, I am Aita, the god of death, you mortals shall repent for your eternal sins”

and thus, another battle started, but alone armies were weak against one who had seemingly unlimited soldiers.

They died and rose again, and walked with Aita. Every time Aita took a step the area around died and he grew stronger. Eventually armies untied again… but it was useless… even so the old swordsman also joined to stop his old friend.

it did not last long, Aita ripped out the heart of the commander, the Swordsman with his bare hands and crushed it making the Swordsman his for eternity.

 

Chaos. Death. Destruction. Nothingness.

Over time everything died, mortals, plants, rivers, lands and much much more.

And that is how he found this door in front of him, thinking back again he laughed for when the anger disappeared all that remained was sorrow. and with a decision he found a way from the wise dragons that were left to seal the life drain and even though it was too late now for this world he still said out loud.

“This dead world… this name is a reminder of my eternal sin, If there is a way to stop others from becoming like me… to stop worlds from dying I will carry this sin and do what I can to not destroy but save.”

 

Aita Turned the handle and walked.