Nohadon

"No use fighting, eh? But you were so quick to call me Psychotic you filthy heathen!" Eishtar yelled over the crowd. A speed bubble jumped up around him once more, unslinging his sniper and tapping sight from it, focusing on a point between Reval's shoulderblades. There was no scope to look down as Eishtar stabilized the long run against his shoulder, head straight, eyes forward. He dropped the speed bubble once more and then pulled the trigger, the hiss of the bullet exiting the barrel covered up by the racous gunshot gave Eishtar no small amount of joy as he watched the projectile race forwards.

Eishtar began to laugh. A deranged, broken laugh that echoed throughout the crowd, warranting no small amount of suspicous glances as he slowly leaned backwards. "Of course my good man! You've made your beliefs known! You have made it clear you wish to remain damned and I commend you for sticking true to your decision. May Isarok forgive you." Eishtar made a speedbubble with just the two of them in it. He stared at Reval as his grin faded into pity. "Because I sure as hell won't" Eishtar drew his gun and fired, aiming for the man's kneecap as the zealot lept backwards to gain distance, jumping out of the speedbubble, landing with an agility that didn't fit his frame. The crowd would have seen the flash but heard no gunshot, but he didn't care whether or not they noticed.

Eishtar laughed softly, smiling at the girl. "Especially Rainbowglow" Eishtar responded, that twisted grin returning to his face as he moved close to Vivi. "Tell me child, are you, as the non-believers say, invested? It is a rare gift, something to be greatful for." Eishtar's eyes widened for a moment as he involuntarily flared bendalloy as the world around them came to an abrupt halt, his breath caught in his lungs as he stared at the frozen crowd. Eishtar calmed himself and bent down to eye level "Isarok has given you a gift, make sure it is used well, little one. I suggest you stop by our church sometime and listen to the father's sermons. They are enlightening."

"You claim I have killed?" Eishtar asked with as much sencerity that the zealot could muster. "I have done no such thing. I have saved. I have healed. I have avenged. but I have not killed" Eishtar sneered at the word, 'Killing' implies that what Eishtar did was evil, as if it was nothing short of salvation. "The difference between your ardents and I is a simple one." Eishtar chuckled before lashing out and whispering in Reval's ear. "Your Ardent's are heretics. I am not" Eishtar withdrew and once again turned to the girl, smiling once more. "I too had a mother and father, I think. But just as you are, this Max person you speak of is also a child of Isarok, everyone who has been touched by light owes their existance to the godess" @Sorana

Eishtar let out an involuntary snarl, gritting his teeth afterwards as if to conceal his rage. "Empty words?" He spat, downing another vial of bendalloy and consiously flaring his metal as the crowd was almost a standstill around them. It was just Eishtar, Reval and Vivi now, isolated in the festival. Watch the boy, there is no doubt that he carries a weapon he seems skilled enough. You must distance yourself when violence comes, jump through bubbles of time until you have your distance. A kindly woman's voice rang through Eishtar's mind, advising him, telling him what to do. He smiled. Then rain down cleansing fire. The godess was on his side. "You, Heretic, Have you even considered your blasphemy? You force my hand with your empty words." Eishtar turned to the girl, snapping abruptly to the tones and mannerisms of a kindly old man. "We are all Isarok's children, children of the light, dear." He replies reassuringly before resuming his abrupt glare towards Reval. @Sorana

Eishtar didn't drop his crooked grin as he remembered Father Chain's teachings. You will be met with resistance, you will be branded a cultist by the unclean, show them the light. The girl had adopted a fighting stance, staying close to the boy. Interesting. Eishtar's mouth stretched thinner into a warped smile. His hand dropped loosely to his holstered Sterrion, always ready to draw if need be. The safety had been clearly and deliberatley broken as he thumbed the hammer of the revolver absently. "Please sister! The damnned can be saved! Just submit to Isarok's teachings and all will be well!" Eishtar spoke as if qouting scripture, his eyes flashed with menace as he spoke, his body shuddering, begging to be relased.

Crazy. They thought Eishtar was crazy. Eishtar pushed through the crowd, scanning for the man who had dared accuse him of such a thing. "You there!" He yelled as loudly as he can. "Heresy can be forgiven! The church of Isarok looks to save those who blaspheme from themselves!" Eishtar grinned at Reval, his smile gap-toothed and misshapen. "What's your name, godless heathen?" As he preached, time slowed around Eishtar, catching Reval in a speed bubble for just a couple seconds as they talked. Eishtar didn't even notice it was happening, turning a blind eye to the stopping and starting crowd.

A tall man with scarred, dark skin, looks around, his form (as well as the people in a small radius around him) blur as he moves between the crowd, calling out to everybody that could hear. "Attention all heathens! heretics! worshippers of false gods! You have been saved by I, Eishtar Al Sorei! Join the church of Isarok, lady of light and purity to ensure the safety of your souls beyond the veil that is death!" Eishtar calls out, he carries a rifle, slung loosely over his shoulder with vials of bendalloy attatched to the shoulder-strap, making a makeshift bandolier.

OOOH I like this, I have plans! Ideas! Things to do and a character to walk around and call everyone heretics!

Nope! But considering I'm thinking of a fresh start anyways, not converting old characters or anything it should be alright? That being said, if there happens to be a handy synposis I'd gladly take a looksee. I'll take a peek at 'A Masked Dance' and have some fun over there for a bit, or maybe the Einladung hospital if it's still active.

I am! I'll disable it right now, thanks for letting me know, and for approving my character, any reccomendations for threads I should join? I'm a little out of touch

Well it's been a while but here goes:

The skeleton responded to Temeria's feint, trying to block the blow with its dagger. The skeleton couldn't feel surprise when the blade's path changed direction. But it still did get hit by it. The blade clanked against the joint of the armor. Knocking that hand off entirely. Now with only one arm, the skeleton went for a counterattack, lunging clumsily at it's opponent.

Mac opened the tomb. An old skeleton the looked to be on the verge of falling apart lay at rest inside. On its right ring finger lay a small embroidered band, Aonic symbols engraved into it. It looked to be made of Nicrocil. The skeleton's eyes began to glow a vibrant orange. It became clad in ethereal armor as it sat up. A simple dagger dropping into the palm of its hand. Mythseeker It rasped in a voice fitting something with no vocal cords You have come to seek Rhazien's ring? Claim it then! The skeleton moved on its own accord, bones knitting themselves back together as it leapt off the tomb. Distancing itself from Mac, holding his dagger warily.

"I'm starving" Nohadon quickly finished the cookie in two bites, then picked up a second one. "Chaos tends to do that. He doesn't want things to get out of hand." Nohadon looked at Ene for a moment. "These aren't spiked, are they?"

“You lead the way.” A look of horror appeared on his face, processing this new information. “the cookies were banned from the intro thread? I thought it was only guild advertising!”

Nohadon came back from his walk across continents. He foolishly forgot to let people know it was happening, but he came back, he always came back eventually, except for when he forgot to. He sat down and looked around, spotting Ene. ”So, What’d I miss?” He said with a grin @AonEne

The most difficult thing about writing this would be setting up the perspective. What I'm going to try get across is depending on what perspective you look at, ANYONE could be the antagonist. Tavarean looks evil when you are looking at it from Urial, but when reading a SjinYo story, Lariat or Exsqaur might seem like the main antagonist and Tavarean protecting them from the bigger continents. It'll be one big story split into three defined parts, similar to how stormlight archive is plotted out. Got it, I'll work on that. I don't think that the crooked cap should be able to recharge their own stars, it puts much more of a time limit on each job, as you mentioned earlier. The war is continuous, but it's been around for such a long period of time now that people have gotten used to it and no longer see the others as 'enemies' unless they are in the military, so while everyone is still at war, most nations are being practical about it

I was going for an Ocean's feel with some fantasy elements mixed in, what do you mean by tropey? I'm new to writing and I can't tell when I'm being cliche or falling into tropes. Could you elaborate? The star afterwards has to be refilled by the master artificer, all the exhausted coins are sent back and redistributed into the economy every month, which has the continent's economy in a life cycle state, where items are more or less valuable depending on how close it is to the stars being refilled, the amount of stars still with that spark still around, etc. I'm setting up the story as several parts. The first part is going to be the crew coming together, training and meeting each other. This will be expanding on the world and characters, the second part will be one big heist or maybe a couple of smaller heists (I don't know which is better, I'm leaning towards multiple heists instead to really set up how efficient the group is) And the third part is a cat and mouse style chase between Tallas Cav and the Crooked Cap which leads to a legitimate threat to the Crooked Cap's existence. I think I forgot to mention this. The first spoiler box was for all the short stories that my friend and I are writing in this world, not just this one, which is why it's much broader. Got it. I'll do some more about Uriu, thats where the first part (and a significant amount of the other two parts) will be set, so it makes sense to flesh it out more then places that won't be featured as heavily. Each continent needs to be primarily self-sustaining due to the giant war thats raging out around the world, I was thinking that there was a large trade network throughout Urial, between Uriu, the four other cities and the countryside towns, all working together and profiting from it on the side.

Hey, so A friend and I are making a fantasy world and setting short stories in, we've made a wordlbuilding document, and I'd love some ideas on how to expand it. Here's the main world building document (Lots of this will appear in the prologue of all the short stories) And here is the one continent and short story I have planned out, set in the continent of Urial. Don't be nice! All I'm looking for is how to improve!

The bullets hit Bel and were rebuffed by the Edo shielding on her robes. She walked through the maelstrom of bullets without a single care. All she felt was the sensation of tranquility wash over her. One bullet got through. It hit her shoulder, she didn't even notice, the pain minuscule in comparison the the calm. Bel looked at the creature she was facing. The opponent that wanted to ruin her calmness, who wanted her pain to come back. The calm makes it go away, why resist? She heard a voice, Alson, desperately pleading to her. The Aons faded more. Light shone from Bel's fingers. That had never happened before. It was bright, it left trails when she moved them. Aons. Since when could I draw them? Without thinking she drew one, testing her newfound power. Working fast, she drew many overlapping lines that joined in a square that surrounded four lines in the centre. Aon Sheo, Death.

Silphio flew hard and arrived at his canton in minutes. His chapter was already assembled. He called over Seymour, head receptionist. "Get me three ops squads stat." Seymour nodded as Kestraal stepped out of the canton building. "You need the guard forces too sir?" He asked. "No need, We need you here to make sure we aren't attacked once we've played our hand" "Understood." Kestraal withdrew as three operation squads, thirty canton fighters total ran out into the courtyard, fully equipped in their own weapons and armour. "Listen here everyone, odds are, not all of us are coming back from this, so if you want to bow out, do so now, you won't be punished for deserting this mission. We are the auxillary forces for the allied guild, we are the reinforcements. Canton teams, I want you protecting the chapter's flanks, Crusade, I want you to breach that godsdamned shield of theirs! does anyone want to bow out?" Silence filled the courtyard. Not a single person moved "Good. Lets go" Silphio began to walk out, leading the march towards plasmacore. @Ax's Boyfriend

Astiel snuck up behind Azreal, showing him his canton intelligence card. Prepared to dodge any strikes that may come his way. "I'm Astiel, member of the triumvirate. I need a mission report and a whereabouts of Silphio, we're here to help now, we've been stopping panic in the city." @Grey Knight *** Silphio woke up in the middle of an alley. Oh hell. He thought to himself as he quickly covered himself in armour. He remembered being hit in the head after talking to the Crusade member, and now he was here. He took off as fast as he could towards the canton building, someone had tried to take him out of the fight, and had done so successfully. He needed information, and he needed his chapter.