On the south-eastern plains of Reim, long past the tall cool grey teeth of Sasan's mountains onto grassy plains leading into the hills of Reim. There were plenty of forests there and in between but an open field was where the crown prince of Sasan would rest. He was a cruel man, but there were some conventions of war that weren't to be respected. That was the right of challenge, ambushes could happen but often that was when one broke the code of honor. It was a silly thought to have honor in war, but he hoped he wouldn't be attacked while his troops rested within their tents.
In all honesty, most of these games were a ploy, however. He wasn't there to challenge anyone, he was there to set a presence to spread fear amongst the populace. Goal one was to spread voices amongst the masses, put converts amongst the powerful tribes and smaller groups leading to Reim. He was sheltered, but he wasn't stupid. They had learned from their mistakes of trying to tackle and change the giants of the worlds' mightiest nations. Sasan had to be more subtle, this was going to be a cultural war, of inspiring fanatics. It seemed that method was working for one of their prolific knights it was only right that they try to take advantage of the strategy as well.
He had to keep moving however, he had to hit two other nations with their goals in mind. It would start with creating groups and then uplifting them through conflict, after that they would leave and spread to the next nation. If they could get a coalition they could bolster the lost knights. Really though it wasn't about the land, it was about the greatest victory, to win someone's heart and soul.
He would think to himself in his drab tent, he couldn't do much more as most things had lost their joy since he took his current form. He didn't wish to sin and divulge in food and drink either, so amidst the plain tent with a bedroll, chests for weapons and armor, and books in which he no longer felt joy the prince would sit. Despite his plans and the success he hoped for in his mission, he still hoped for someone to instill fear into.
He was sure his wish would come true at some point. Knowing from what his scouts have said Reim wasn't too happy about him approaching some of their nearby border towns. They were one of the quickest to respond to Sasan, naturally with their proximity but it was becoming a different nation. Despite these turbulent thoughts the troubled gasps of a messenger would breakthrough into his quarters.
Leon would turn his horrific head towards the young boy who had rushed in. The lad was about the age of 13, he was on the smaller side for his age but he could run rather quickly. His burgundy hair was roughly cut and the turban on his head was loose from the mad dash he had made.
"Sir, Sir I have urgent news!" the young boy would belt out. His voice was dry and cracked, but he would manage to say "It seems as if someone is approaching the camp!"
Leon didn't wish to address the boy much, but he would say to himself "So dreams do come true." His voice scratched like clanging metal layered with a deep scream.
Parting the tent his blackened metal skin would glare with the sunset myriad glow. The painted sky of pink, magenta, lavender, orange, and auburn would dance upon his wicked glare. It would be a little bit of a walkout however he wouldn't mind that not one bit, it would grant him some time to ponder his visitor. He could only hope, they would follow the rules of engagement for he intended to have a solo match.
Dm Notes:
In all honesty, most of these games were a ploy, however. He wasn't there to challenge anyone, he was there to set a presence to spread fear amongst the populace. Goal one was to spread voices amongst the masses, put converts amongst the powerful tribes and smaller groups leading to Reim. He was sheltered, but he wasn't stupid. They had learned from their mistakes of trying to tackle and change the giants of the worlds' mightiest nations. Sasan had to be more subtle, this was going to be a cultural war, of inspiring fanatics. It seemed that method was working for one of their prolific knights it was only right that they try to take advantage of the strategy as well.
He had to keep moving however, he had to hit two other nations with their goals in mind. It would start with creating groups and then uplifting them through conflict, after that they would leave and spread to the next nation. If they could get a coalition they could bolster the lost knights. Really though it wasn't about the land, it was about the greatest victory, to win someone's heart and soul.
He would think to himself in his drab tent, he couldn't do much more as most things had lost their joy since he took his current form. He didn't wish to sin and divulge in food and drink either, so amidst the plain tent with a bedroll, chests for weapons and armor, and books in which he no longer felt joy the prince would sit. Despite his plans and the success he hoped for in his mission, he still hoped for someone to instill fear into.
He was sure his wish would come true at some point. Knowing from what his scouts have said Reim wasn't too happy about him approaching some of their nearby border towns. They were one of the quickest to respond to Sasan, naturally with their proximity but it was becoming a different nation. Despite these turbulent thoughts the troubled gasps of a messenger would breakthrough into his quarters.
Leon would turn his horrific head towards the young boy who had rushed in. The lad was about the age of 13, he was on the smaller side for his age but he could run rather quickly. His burgundy hair was roughly cut and the turban on his head was loose from the mad dash he had made.
"Sir, Sir I have urgent news!" the young boy would belt out. His voice was dry and cracked, but he would manage to say "It seems as if someone is approaching the camp!"
Leon didn't wish to address the boy much, but he would say to himself "So dreams do come true." His voice scratched like clanging metal layered with a deep scream.
Parting the tent his blackened metal skin would glare with the sunset myriad glow. The painted sky of pink, magenta, lavender, orange, and auburn would dance upon his wicked glare. It would be a little bit of a walkout however he wouldn't mind that not one bit, it would grant him some time to ponder his visitor. He could only hope, they would follow the rules of engagement for he intended to have a solo match.
Dm Notes:
- Leon:
- Name: Leon Uriens, The Walking Knightmare
Tier: A-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: A-tier
Description: The Future King of Sasan, the Crown Prince and deformed Warrior Leon Uriens. Now one with a magic weapon he appears as an armored hybrid of man and bird. With the magic having him taken the shape of what he believes to be nightmarish he carries with him a voice like a bursting flame, and anger that cannot be calmed. From his encounter with the warrior Sesshomaru, he carries intense hate for dungeon beasts and those who dare to challenge Sasan.
Weapons: ]- Spoiler:
- Name: Nyx
Tier: A-tier
Type: Lance
Material: Steel
Appearance: A long cone-shaped lance with an abysmal black-steel tint to it. The overall weapon is about 30cm wide at the base coming up to a fine point with the overall weapon being 1.8m long with the handle itself only being 34cm of that length.
Name: The Greatblade of Fear
Tier: A-tier
Type: Magic Greatsword
Magic Type: Nightmare [Light + Strength + Clairvoyance]
Appearance: A massive 2m long 12cm wide pitch black blade with a curving wobble. The handle is 52cm of the weapon, with a simple leather wrap and crow-wing shaped guard adorned with a ruby on both sides.
Function:- Passive: A Crows Eye into Fear- Each ability used with the weapon spreads out a nightmare aura up to 10m after 3 abilities 1m per hit, this aura makes the user look like their worst nightmare for 4 posts.
- [i]A Flying Knightmare: By fuelling the magic item with magoi the user is covered in armor of nightmare magic in the form of a crow knight. This crow knight gives the user the ability to fly with the construct’s wings, flying like with blurring speeds. Lasts 4 posts The Construct is A-tier in durability.
- Spoiler:
- Trait Name: Herculean Endurance
Trait Tier: A-tier
Trait Requirement: Intense training, years of enduring physical pain.
Trait Description: The Major Knights of Sasan through years and dedication of strength, and endurance training have gained resilience to the finest degree. Being able to fight until their very last breath.
Trait Effect: Upon taking A-tier this character can perform one last action as long as they are no decapitated or completely obliterated (Along with other reasonable cases) upon taking the required damage to defeat.
Trait Name: Peak Physique
Trait Tier:[b] A-tier
[b]Trait Requirement: Lifetime of training, good genes
Trait Description:From spending their life from childhood till now in training, in order to achieve their peak in power and speed this user has managed to reach this goal through dedication and good genetics.
Trait Effect: The user with this trait is capable of running with the speed comparable to a cheetah in full spring and capable of doing B-tier damage with their physical strength, and capable of lifting large boulders.
Trait Name: Iron Body
Trait Tier: A-tier
Trait Requirement: Intense Training/Biology
Trait Description: Through years of training the person with this trait has insanely dense muscle and flesh tissue. Giving them a natural layer of protection they take damage better than the average person
Trait Name: Living Knightmare
Trait Tier: Omega
Trait Requirement: SOI, Fusion with the fearblade
Trait Description: Having his body encased in metals from his fear blade, bolted and fused to his flesh to support his body the magic from the shard and the object has enhanced Leon's body to make him a living construct of nightmare magic.
Trait Effect:- 10 Magoi to activate Can Summon the Fearblade Magic Weapon as the shape of a construct with all its benefits and abilities.
- 5 Magoi a turn automatically | Does A-tier ability damage with their basic strikes applying the nightmare magic passive, applies to the sword as well.
Abilities:- Ravens Dance- The user stabs once with their lance and once with their sword each attack doing B-tier in damage. They perform this as two quick jabs,
- Murder Song- The user swings their sword, generating a swarm of nightmare magic in the form of crows. The swarm is 15m in diameter and can fly up to 70m away towards a target to inflict them with nightmares for 4 posts causing them to be distracted with a vision of their fears.
- Feather Fall- The user rains a burst of feathers in a 5m diameter and 1m length from their body, made from nightmare magic they hit targets up to 40m away causing them to impact and deal B-tier damage and pinning three limbs down for 3 posts.
- Raven’s Stand- The user creates nightmare magic wings 4m in length and 2m in width, they wrap around the user protecting them from A-tier damage.
- Phobetor Corvus Tempastas- With all of his might, and filling his sword with magoi Leon sends forth a rippling blade of nightmare magic 20m tall 1m wide, upon making contact it explodes forth into a cloud of shifting ravens, crows and magpies. The entire cloud is 20m in diameter, putting everyone inside except the user in an intense nightmare dealing A-tier psychological damage. This damage puts those afflicted into a vegetated state, surviving would scar someone with nightmares even while awake,.
- 10 Magoi to activate Can Summon the Fearblade Magic Weapon as the shape of a construct with all its benefits and abilities.