thenovice
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This roleplay will loosely be based off DnD and I say loosely because I don't want y'all thinking this going to be an actual DnD roleplay with stats, rolls, classes, etc. This will be story-based, but will follow the general frame of BG3 in the sense that, if you know it, you will see similarities and references in the worldbuilding details, but you do not need to know the game in order to participate. Everything will be listed (and if you have any questions or would like to incorporate something else, feel free to ask). For the sake of simplicity, other races (orcs, tieflings, dragonborn, etc) will not be included.
Before you read any further, I will set the writing expectations. Roleplayers should be able to provide at least 2-3 paragraphs per character at least once a week. Some examples of my writing are below (they're both warrior cats based as that's what I've been doing recently, so please excuse the odd names and feline actions).
If you're alright with my writing style and expectations, then feel free to continue onward
In this world, individuals with elf and human ancestry are actually quite common. While the majority won't actually have 50/50 blood, people with mixed heritage are still referred to as a "Halfling" if the elvish heritage presents itself in a noticeable way. The alternative, more disparaging name for them is a "misfire". That is to say, the person was a case of mistaken magic.
While a character of mixed blood will not live the centuries long expected lifespan of an elf, they will still live longer and will be more resistant to standard illnesses. We can explore more specifics on a case-by-case basis if you'd like.
I have no overarching plot in mind, so I will now open the floor to anyone who read this far.
We could do slice-of-life meeting of cast of characters. Would love to explore the longevity of the elves (exes 80 years separated, rekindling a flame would be funny. or other situations)
We could do some court intrigue if you want to set the roleplay in the High Elven Court or the Drow's queendom.
We can do some sort of adventure-geared roleplay. I did not give much thought to any mythical creatures, but am open to suggestions.
In terms of content allowance, I'm willing to follow majority rules. If the group wants to allow explicit, I will allow it and we'll make the group thread in The Dark Alley. If we want nods to it here and there, we can roleplay in the Starlit Garden. But please keep in mind that my experience with explicit content is not much so my participation will suck at best.
Aaand, I think that's it?
Before you read any further, I will set the writing expectations. Roleplayers should be able to provide at least 2-3 paragraphs per character at least once a week. Some examples of my writing are below (they're both warrior cats based as that's what I've been doing recently, so please excuse the odd names and feline actions).
Umberspark paced back and forth, his tail leaving trails in the sand behind him. His head bobbed up and down as he practiced his lines. "Tigercry, we've known each other for a while now and I just wanted to-" Cutting himself off, he gave his head a shake. "No, no. That will never do. She'll know something is up right away. It has to be natural, Umberspark. Natural!" Taking a deep breath, he picked up the lotus he'd grabbed before. The white petals tickled his nose, urging him to sneeze. "Tigercry, the lotuses are in bloom again and I grabbed this for your nest." His voice came out muffled and his ears twitched in irritation. Setting it back down, he sighed. "That doesn't sound right either." Resuming his pacing again, he went over his options.
"Invite her out to the water? For what? Make a game of it? She normally likes my puzzles, but no. I can't do that. This is not a game and I need her to understand that. Argh!" Throwing his head back, he yowled. "Great gods and goddesses, why is this so cursed hard?"
Cats had been proposing to other cats for generations. Did all of them feel as anxious as Umberspark felt? Ever since he'd started courting her, she'd been devoted to him and he loved how she always seemed to just.. get him. He hoped he provided the same kind of support, but he could never tell. What if he was wrong? What if she laughed at him?
Melting onto the ground, he pulled the flower closer and stared down at it. "Will you be able to tell me if I'll get a yes?" The lotus did not offer an answer. Really, Umberspark hadn't expected it to. It was a flower and even if it weren't "just a flower", Carobclan did not have a god or goddess of love. Not to his knowledge anyways; which was strange in his opinion, but very few cats ever asked for his opinion. Straightening he moved over to the river and dunked his head under. After counting to ten, he emerged, blinking water from his eyes. "Right. Nothing to it but to do it, Umberspark!" After ensuring every tuft of fur was in place, he picked up the flower and headed into camp.
The senior hunter spotted Tigercry right away. If he were honest, he was pretty sure he could pick her out in a sandstorm. Was it the way she held herself? Always upright, as if she was ready to help at a moment's notice. And indeed, it felt like before she was always working. To the point where Umberspark had wondered if he were a bother whenever he asked her out. He never wanted to seem as if he thought her position trivial. Or maybe it was the way her tabby pelt seemed to catch and glow in the sun? As if not even the king of the gods could resist her charm. In the moment, Umberspark was happy he didn't share with a divine spirit or he probably would've been struck down where he stood.
And in the next, it didn't matter. Because Tigercry turned and his eyes caught hers and all he could see was green, desert be gone. Unable to move for a heartbeat, Umberspark lifted his head and trotted towards her with his tail tip flicking back and forth happily. Setting down the flower in front of her, he spoke as he looked up. "I got this for you." Internally, he winced. Way to state the obvious!
He'd already carefully stripped its stem to smoothness so she could do as she pleased with it: decorate her nest, tuck it behind her ear- although she was gorgeous without decor-, or use to liven up her workspace. Clearing his throat, he forced words to continue out of his mouth. "I um.. was wondering if I could steal a moment of your time?" He was provided a reprieve as she bent to examine the flower. Okay, okay. Breathe. So far so good. Just have to ask.
Unfortunately, then his pelt prickled that familiar.. sensation he felt whenever he became awkward and self-conscious. Tearing his gaze away from Tigercry, he glanced over at what had to be the cat she'd been conversing with before. Oh nooo! Swallowing back a strangled cry in front of the black and brown tom, Umberspark stumbled back a couple steps. "If- only if that's alright with you, of course Pharaoh." The words stumbled over one another as his ears flattened against his head in embarrassment.
"Invite her out to the water? For what? Make a game of it? She normally likes my puzzles, but no. I can't do that. This is not a game and I need her to understand that. Argh!" Throwing his head back, he yowled. "Great gods and goddesses, why is this so cursed hard?"
Cats had been proposing to other cats for generations. Did all of them feel as anxious as Umberspark felt? Ever since he'd started courting her, she'd been devoted to him and he loved how she always seemed to just.. get him. He hoped he provided the same kind of support, but he could never tell. What if he was wrong? What if she laughed at him?
Melting onto the ground, he pulled the flower closer and stared down at it. "Will you be able to tell me if I'll get a yes?" The lotus did not offer an answer. Really, Umberspark hadn't expected it to. It was a flower and even if it weren't "just a flower", Carobclan did not have a god or goddess of love. Not to his knowledge anyways; which was strange in his opinion, but very few cats ever asked for his opinion. Straightening he moved over to the river and dunked his head under. After counting to ten, he emerged, blinking water from his eyes. "Right. Nothing to it but to do it, Umberspark!" After ensuring every tuft of fur was in place, he picked up the flower and headed into camp.
The senior hunter spotted Tigercry right away. If he were honest, he was pretty sure he could pick her out in a sandstorm. Was it the way she held herself? Always upright, as if she was ready to help at a moment's notice. And indeed, it felt like before she was always working. To the point where Umberspark had wondered if he were a bother whenever he asked her out. He never wanted to seem as if he thought her position trivial. Or maybe it was the way her tabby pelt seemed to catch and glow in the sun? As if not even the king of the gods could resist her charm. In the moment, Umberspark was happy he didn't share with a divine spirit or he probably would've been struck down where he stood.
And in the next, it didn't matter. Because Tigercry turned and his eyes caught hers and all he could see was green, desert be gone. Unable to move for a heartbeat, Umberspark lifted his head and trotted towards her with his tail tip flicking back and forth happily. Setting down the flower in front of her, he spoke as he looked up. "I got this for you." Internally, he winced. Way to state the obvious!
He'd already carefully stripped its stem to smoothness so she could do as she pleased with it: decorate her nest, tuck it behind her ear- although she was gorgeous without decor-, or use to liven up her workspace. Clearing his throat, he forced words to continue out of his mouth. "I um.. was wondering if I could steal a moment of your time?" He was provided a reprieve as she bent to examine the flower. Okay, okay. Breathe. So far so good. Just have to ask.
Unfortunately, then his pelt prickled that familiar.. sensation he felt whenever he became awkward and self-conscious. Tearing his gaze away from Tigercry, he glanced over at what had to be the cat she'd been conversing with before. Oh nooo! Swallowing back a strangled cry in front of the black and brown tom, Umberspark stumbled back a couple steps. "If- only if that's alright with you, of course Pharaoh." The words stumbled over one another as his ears flattened against his head in embarrassment.
Robinpaw's whiskers twitched with amusement as he trotted alongside the others. It seemed Nightflower had given up on scheduling him an assessment and opted to just do it. He'd passed his fighting assessment moons ago, but some warrior- he couldn't remember who by now- had found him without Goosefreckle out in the middle of the territory. Supposedly his presence had "ruined the warrior's hunting efforts", even though Robinpaw saw the warrior miss that vole long before he made himself known. Regardless, his next assessment had been pushed off. And that he missed because he mixed up his days which then got it delayed yet again. Honestly, if he delivered the same results as a warrior then why bother with these assessments? But the only response he got was something about "respecting the process" regardless of skill.
But Robinpaw didn't mind being "Robinpaw". It's not as if he would automatically become more responsible upon being made a warrior. He was who he was. He doubted Mothstar would let him keep the -paw name, but what if he didn't like what they picked for him? How much can the leader really know about their clanmates? He barely spoke to them and, in more recent moons, they seemed so.. out of it. How could they possibly know enough to pick something as important as a name for someone? Bah. And now he was being inconsistent. The name either mattered or it didn't.
Goosefreckle's words dragged the apprentice out of his thoughts and he shrugged. "Just so long as there's prey to catch." It didn't matter how good a hunter someone was if they couldn't find anything. The recent warrior feasts had been sparse as the clan moved into the heart of leaf-bare. Still, when his mentor nudged him, Robinpaw couldn't help but purr.
He couldn't imagine his life with a different teacher. To call the older tom a father-figure wasn't quite right; Robinpaw had never felt the urge to call Goosefreckle "dad", but he was definitely someone the apprentice liked and admired. And he did want to make him proud. Rolling his shoulders, he straightened and his tail flicked as he called behind them to the other two warriors. "Well, let me know what you pick so I can figure out how I want to do this." If he was hunting with a larger group, he might be able to stalk a couple nests and hidey-holes he knew in the forest. But if it would be just him for the assessment, he would have to be more careful.
And while fishing was still a valuable source of food for the clan, it probably wouldn't be how he wanted to pass the hunting assessment. Otherwise it'd be called, like, the fishing assessment.
But Robinpaw didn't mind being "Robinpaw". It's not as if he would automatically become more responsible upon being made a warrior. He was who he was. He doubted Mothstar would let him keep the -paw name, but what if he didn't like what they picked for him? How much can the leader really know about their clanmates? He barely spoke to them and, in more recent moons, they seemed so.. out of it. How could they possibly know enough to pick something as important as a name for someone? Bah. And now he was being inconsistent. The name either mattered or it didn't.
Goosefreckle's words dragged the apprentice out of his thoughts and he shrugged. "Just so long as there's prey to catch." It didn't matter how good a hunter someone was if they couldn't find anything. The recent warrior feasts had been sparse as the clan moved into the heart of leaf-bare. Still, when his mentor nudged him, Robinpaw couldn't help but purr.
He couldn't imagine his life with a different teacher. To call the older tom a father-figure wasn't quite right; Robinpaw had never felt the urge to call Goosefreckle "dad", but he was definitely someone the apprentice liked and admired. And he did want to make him proud. Rolling his shoulders, he straightened and his tail flicked as he called behind them to the other two warriors. "Well, let me know what you pick so I can figure out how I want to do this." If he was hunting with a larger group, he might be able to stalk a couple nests and hidey-holes he knew in the forest. But if it would be just him for the assessment, he would have to be more careful.
And while fishing was still a valuable source of food for the clan, it probably wouldn't be how he wanted to pass the hunting assessment. Otherwise it'd be called, like, the fishing assessment.
If you're alright with my writing style and expectations, then feel free to continue onward
It's commonly accepted that there are three different kinds of energy that make up the world: active energy, found in living things; neutral energy, found in non-living things; and negative energy, found in things that cannot be perceived. These energies are collectively referred to as "the Weave". Energy that has been molded into a usable form is considered "magic" and any user of magic can be referred to as a "mage".
Scholars who study the Weave are considered "arcanists". Someone who has grasped the principles of the Weave and have opened their own energy pathways to become attuned with it are considered "wizards". The constant, consistent use of magic changes people and eventually a person may be born with their energy pathways already connected to the Weave; in particular if they come from a bloodline of wizardry. These individuals are referred to as "sorcerers".
After thousands of years of magic use, some sorcerers began to distinguish themselves from other humans and eventually became known as "elves". Elves have longer lifespans, are generally considered healthier, and are often capable of performing larger feats of magic at a lower risk. However, they also age more slowly, are more susceptible to other magic, and have difficulty bearing children. They are most noticeable by their longer ears and often have unusual colorations in their eyes, hair, and/or skin. From the original elves, three subspecies emerged: High Elves, Wood Elves, and Dark Elves.
Scholars who study the Weave are considered "arcanists". Someone who has grasped the principles of the Weave and have opened their own energy pathways to become attuned with it are considered "wizards". The constant, consistent use of magic changes people and eventually a person may be born with their energy pathways already connected to the Weave; in particular if they come from a bloodline of wizardry. These individuals are referred to as "sorcerers".
After thousands of years of magic use, some sorcerers began to distinguish themselves from other humans and eventually became known as "elves". Elves have longer lifespans, are generally considered healthier, and are often capable of performing larger feats of magic at a lower risk. However, they also age more slowly, are more susceptible to other magic, and have difficulty bearing children. They are most noticeable by their longer ears and often have unusual colorations in their eyes, hair, and/or skin. From the original elves, three subspecies emerged: High Elves, Wood Elves, and Dark Elves.
Most others leave off the "high" portion when referring to high elves and they are generally considered the "blanket elf species". This is because high elves are the most integrated with other humans and are, more than likely, the only elf a normal human will meet. They tend to view humans more as "pets" than equals. They are lovers of the arts and it's not uncommon for them to be the patrons of human artists, musicians, and makers. For most, men and women are viewed similarly. The exception to this is the royal family. High elves follow a patriarchal monarchy and a king can easily rule for as many as hundreds of years.
High elves consider their own to be children until around 100 years old and are often referred to by descriptors or nicknames. Re-using old "family names" is also common. From infancy to about teenage years, they age at the same rate as humans. Around 14 years, they begin their active study of the Weave and this slows down their aging. While there is no exact rate and even family will vary from one another, most individuals reach physical maturity around 30 years. From there, they tend to specialize in certain aspects of magic and will study it until adulthood. Upon coming of age, the individual presents themselves to the yearly Elven Court for the Solar Gala- a banquet hosted by the king on the longest day of the year- and requests a name to call their own. They tend to live the longest, averaging a lifespan of about 800 years.
They typically specialize in neutral energy, becoming masters of elemental magic like air, fire, earth, and water. While it's not unusual for an elf to have affinity for multiple neutral energies, there will always be one that stands out over the rest.
Their eyes tend to be multi colored and the royal family alone has pure, amber eyes. While already proven incorrect, there are still stories that the royal family bleeds gold as well.
High elves consider their own to be children until around 100 years old and are often referred to by descriptors or nicknames. Re-using old "family names" is also common. From infancy to about teenage years, they age at the same rate as humans. Around 14 years, they begin their active study of the Weave and this slows down their aging. While there is no exact rate and even family will vary from one another, most individuals reach physical maturity around 30 years. From there, they tend to specialize in certain aspects of magic and will study it until adulthood. Upon coming of age, the individual presents themselves to the yearly Elven Court for the Solar Gala- a banquet hosted by the king on the longest day of the year- and requests a name to call their own. They tend to live the longest, averaging a lifespan of about 800 years.
They typically specialize in neutral energy, becoming masters of elemental magic like air, fire, earth, and water. While it's not unusual for an elf to have affinity for multiple neutral energies, there will always be one that stands out over the rest.
Their eyes tend to be multi colored and the royal family alone has pure, amber eyes. While already proven incorrect, there are still stories that the royal family bleeds gold as well.
Often referred to as "wild fey", wood elves like to perpetuate the old stories that they steal children or trick people into servitude. While such binding magic does exist, it is not exclusive to wood elves; nor is it activated by eating something a mage gives you or saying "thank you". But such rumors do cause humans to shy away from wood elf territory and limit interactions, just how their kind like it.
They prefer to live in smaller communities of familial relations; often forgoing the use of modern architecture and technology and spurning outsiders, even the presence of other elves. They specialize in the use of active energy to cultivate the world around them, growing trees into homes and turning animals into companions. With their knowledge of both flora and fauna, they are the best healers and many are also capable of shapeshifting.
However active energy-magic, sometimes referred to as "wild magic", is also the most likely to malfunction. This can, among other things, lead to mismatched bodies. Claws, wings, tails, whiskers. Extra appendages aside, wood elves typically have brown skin and off-colored hair (greens, blues, etc). Their kind don't really differentiate between children and adults the way High Elves do; so any "coming of age" ceremonies are typically community-based. Because of their use of such volatile magic, wood elves average a lifespan of about 500 years.
Their Elven Council consists of 5 members and is in charge of insuring peace between their kind and outsiders. While none but their own know how one is elected to the council, it tends to be viewed more as a chore than an honor.
They prefer to live in smaller communities of familial relations; often forgoing the use of modern architecture and technology and spurning outsiders, even the presence of other elves. They specialize in the use of active energy to cultivate the world around them, growing trees into homes and turning animals into companions. With their knowledge of both flora and fauna, they are the best healers and many are also capable of shapeshifting.
However active energy-magic, sometimes referred to as "wild magic", is also the most likely to malfunction. This can, among other things, lead to mismatched bodies. Claws, wings, tails, whiskers. Extra appendages aside, wood elves typically have brown skin and off-colored hair (greens, blues, etc). Their kind don't really differentiate between children and adults the way High Elves do; so any "coming of age" ceremonies are typically community-based. Because of their use of such volatile magic, wood elves average a lifespan of about 500 years.
Their Elven Council consists of 5 members and is in charge of insuring peace between their kind and outsiders. While none but their own know how one is elected to the council, it tends to be viewed more as a chore than an honor.
Also known as "Drow", Dark Elves make their home in subterranean caves collectively known as "the Underdark". Rumor has it that the entirety of the Underdark is connected and that it spans the whole world, but only a true Drow knows how to navigate it. They are easily distinguished by their combination of black skin, white hair, and red eyes.
As masters of using negative energy to manipulate the mind and the heart, and coupled with their frightening appearance, they are commonly mistrusted and unwelcome in many places. While plenty are not as ruthless and cunning as their kin, such rumors are hard to shake off and many live their lives without ever seeing the sun. If they ever do choose to surface, they will require time to acclimate their eyes to the light.
Driven by the belief that the sun will one day fail and plunge the world into darkness, the Drow opt to live in preparation for what they refer to as "Pandemonium", a post-apocalyptic time in which people will fend for themselves and scarcity will rule the world. To increase the chances of survival, their kind are forced to learn to fight at a young age. Children are considered adults after making their first kill and the average lifespan for Drows is 200 years.
They also believe that, if it ever comes to it, the Drow can find a way to repopulate without men. As a result, women are held in much higher esteem and they're ruled by a queendom and her female relatives. Men- and sex in general- are regarded as a... consolation to the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth, but ultimately unnecessary.
As masters of using negative energy to manipulate the mind and the heart, and coupled with their frightening appearance, they are commonly mistrusted and unwelcome in many places. While plenty are not as ruthless and cunning as their kin, such rumors are hard to shake off and many live their lives without ever seeing the sun. If they ever do choose to surface, they will require time to acclimate their eyes to the light.
Driven by the belief that the sun will one day fail and plunge the world into darkness, the Drow opt to live in preparation for what they refer to as "Pandemonium", a post-apocalyptic time in which people will fend for themselves and scarcity will rule the world. To increase the chances of survival, their kind are forced to learn to fight at a young age. Children are considered adults after making their first kill and the average lifespan for Drows is 200 years.
They also believe that, if it ever comes to it, the Drow can find a way to repopulate without men. As a result, women are held in much higher esteem and they're ruled by a queendom and her female relatives. Men- and sex in general- are regarded as a... consolation to the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth, but ultimately unnecessary.
While a character of mixed blood will not live the centuries long expected lifespan of an elf, they will still live longer and will be more resistant to standard illnesses. We can explore more specifics on a case-by-case basis if you'd like.
I have no overarching plot in mind, so I will now open the floor to anyone who read this far.
We could do slice-of-life meeting of cast of characters. Would love to explore the longevity of the elves (exes 80 years separated, rekindling a flame would be funny. or other situations)
We could do some court intrigue if you want to set the roleplay in the High Elven Court or the Drow's queendom.
We can do some sort of adventure-geared roleplay. I did not give much thought to any mythical creatures, but am open to suggestions.
In terms of content allowance, I'm willing to follow majority rules. If the group wants to allow explicit, I will allow it and we'll make the group thread in The Dark Alley. If we want nods to it here and there, we can roleplay in the Starlit Garden. But please keep in mind that my experience with explicit content is not much so my participation will suck at best.
Aaand, I think that's it?