Kurotsune

The character is fine as he's wielding only basic steel magic (i.e. lengthening the blade; It won't be as resistant as an actual sword would, for example, but it'll do) And as he learns Steel magic, much like Leonis, he'll be able to shape it to take different forms. It's a solid profile overall, you're approved.

Maybe it'll taste better as a boggart sandwich.

Matthew chuckles. "Well, now I know what makes you tick. And why you're so powerful. Goddess of the wind, huh?" Matthew wondered for a moment if there was such a thing as the goddess of the ocean. Maybe that's why he was the way he was. Maybe not. It didn't matter. He tests his arm momentarily, deeming the pain dulled enough to continue. "Are we still fighting, or have you seen enough?"

Yes to both. You can join Mithra whenever, though we may need to hold your character back until a moment where they can be better introduced. That depends on the profile and when you join, though. Regardless of when, I'll try to thing of something.

Creature Compendium: Important Characters: Mithra Elven Empire

Interest check Signups In-Character " Through it all, the city of Mithra stood proud. Even as the elves destroyed our capitals. Even as orcs, no matter the color of their blood, hammered on our gates. Even as trolls and ogres rampaged through our villages; Mithra stood proud. It's Knights undefeated. It's kingdom undaunted. The last light of hope for mankind against all odds. Even as our very civilization turned to dust in front of our eyes, as the fae and their draconic gods descended upon us, we continued. Our faith in the Mender unmoving. Our faith in our Knights unfaltering. And then they came. Clad in blinding light and wielding thunder as blades, the Knights of Mithra uncovered within themselves a power in mankind that up to that point had been exclusive to the fae: Magic. That was the turning point of the war. In our hands, we wielded supremacy. And in their eyes, shone only the light of despair. " ~ The Great War in prose, 5 MA, Alenak Morthwill. " The war was won. The humans fell to our blades and our magic, centuries in preparation. The fae united under the great elven empire and decided to put an end to the mortal races once and for all: Humans, dwarves, gnomes, all descendants of Thyrm would fall before the alliance. Only Mithra stood tall, an irritating excrescence on the face of the land. But that would soon be remediated... Or so we thought. They appeared in the night, the blasphemers. Yielding travesty given form and calling it magic, they sought not to harmonize in nature as we had - But to warp it. Their spells did not respect nature, but rather subjugated it. Mortals are volatile creatures, and thus their magic is volatile as a result. They came wielding it, their "holy" Knights, servants of a fallen God, their twisted mixture of magic and steel in hand, and cut us down. The treachery caused by the five betrayers was not forgotten, and never will be forgiven. For we will outlast mankind. And even as they forget, we still remember." ~ The Five Betrayers, 1500 ZO, Orthundil Aleeksar The Kingdom of Mithra The Elvish Empire Even now, three hundred years after a war, these kingdoms remain blind to the true threat to their planet; Because of this, the world needs new heroes. Take the role of any mortal or fae race you'd like - Human, Dwarf, Gnome, Troll, Ogre, Orc, even creatures of myth as fairies or goblins* - and play through a story that tells the legend of the heroes of the second Great War. As either a mortal or a freshly-reborn fae, your character will experience one of two different origin paths leading them to their eventual destiny. If you are a fae, learn to master the ancient spells of your kind, discovering secrets lost to even the timeless immortals. If you are mortal, master the school of your choosing and potentially reach the rank of an elite few, becoming a Royal Knight, or specialize in your school further to develop it's secrets. Don't like magic? Feel free to roll a swordsman, archer, berserker and rest assured that you won't fall behind in the power scale - Although Mithra is a kingdom ruled by mages, the elitist oft forget that true magic lies not in spells, but in the potential awakened within. Chronicles of Mithra will play much like a classic D&D campaign: Instead of a single goal or focus in storyline, there will be several different chapters with their own objectives, with an overarching plot eventually making itself known. As your characters grow in power and strength, you'll have the opportunity to interact and learn more about each race and their culture before making the ultimate decision on which side to assist when the next Great War begins, ultimately deciding the fate of the land itself. However, you must be careful, hero. Ancient evils long-forgotten threaten to awaken again, and to engulf the world in chaos anew. * The host retains the right to veto some racial choices Mechanics: Profile: Cultural information: Mortals: Fae Player-made stuff: Silver wyvern Culture, by King Murdoc:

The man paced the empty, decrepit halls in a hurry. The sounds of footsteps scurrying about those long-forgotten stones echoed with every step he took, marching towards the center of the room. He couldn't afford to be late. He'd never be able to live this down if he was late. He finally reached the correct chamber, as he could tell by hearing the labored breathing from within. To use the ferm "infant" to describe what lived inside was travesty at best; That malformed thing, a mass of would-be limbs stretching from all sides, that one single eye who glared down his very soul every time they met. That abomination, byproduct of what should never have been. But it was a child. His child. And that mattered. It had to matter. Gizmo Horom "Wake up, child!" Horace, Gizmo's father, calls out. He hurries up the stairs leading from the workshop to their home, hoping to meet his son awake inside. "Come now! You have correspondence! You've been summoned by His Majesty!" The tone of importance in the man's voice was evident. "Wake up, and wash yourself! And then go! Come now!" The man clapped his hands to accentuate his point, and the sound that followed was one he knew well. Thousands of clocks that adorned their home started chirping in chorus, announcing his Father's patience had grown short. Time to move. Leonis Klaw The day had begun early in the Steel guild as usual. The sun had barely risen, and breakfast had already been serve - Fail to wake up, and you don't get to eat. Those were the rules, and Leonis had already grown accustomed to them. Because of this, he was well awake when the imperial messenger arrived. “Leonis Klaw! I seek Leonis Klaw! Your Majesty Augustus the Second commands to have you in his presence! Leonis Klaw! Present yourself at once! Seyr The humans went about their business as usual, unaware of the figure walking amongst them. “Seyr!” A high-pitched voice cried out. It was Marienne, a young child who had become good friends with the wyvern. “Seyr, we made you a new batch of bread!” The child chirped happily, presenting the mal-formed concoctions to her friend, in hopes of gaining his approval. Yet from the corner of his eye, he spotted something else. A boggart. A type of fae usually employed by others as slaves or messengers. They had a penchant for eating children. The creature eyed Marienne with a clear hunger in it’s eyes. Seyr could also see an unnatural restraint in this creature, evidence that it was not wild, but someone’s servant. It locked eyes with the man, and beckoned him close. Jewel You know it’s a good day when it starts with trouble. Jewel didn’t know why, but for some reason, she woke up in a bottle. Furthermore, she was being carried away by a group of elves, And any of her attempts to understand what was going on were silenced by the men. The only reason she hadn’t given them the beating they deserved yet was because she recognized the uniform. They were royal soldiers, like she thought she once was. Finally one of the men spoke. “We’re approaching the palace. The imperatrix will explain things to you shortly.”

An interesting side effect of his forced-removal from his enhanced state was the dulling of his senses. As the backlash of One with the Ocean - as Matthew became to call it, after learning how to enter this state by observing the way the ocean moved - was that it also diminished his sensitivity to pain; Not nearly enough to make his arm being covered in flames not hurt like hell, but adding to that the pain he just felt there by comparison, it was almost refreshing. You know, if it wasn't excruciating. Matthew refused to lose his composure however, tensing his arm against the flames. His eyes remained locked in Snow's helmet, and the man glared down at the armor, occasionally releasing snarls through gritted teeth. After the searing was done, he took a skin from his coat - Noticeably different than the one he took out during the member selection. He uncorked it, and it smelled faintly of sweet spices. The man first took a large swig of it, before dumping the contents over his arm. His face visibly grimaced as the alcohol bit into his burns, but it returned to it's neutral expression soon after. He offered Zagi a small nod of content after he was done closing his wound. "I do hope we have healers available? I'd hate to lose the fight because I became a cripple during training." Matthew remarks in a tone of mock-aggression towards Snow; The sarcasm was easy to pick up, but his tone wasn't malicious. It was obvious there'd be some way to heal themselves, else she'd be jeopardizing their chances of winning, and that'd be stupid. She didn't look the type. In fact... "...You've a reason to win this, too, don't you? Your tone changed when you mentioned the judges. Is this some sort of penance to you too? I'm not a mage. Neither am I well-versed in this art, so mayhaps you or my companion will correct me..." Matthew gestured to the mage at his side and then the previously-filled skin laying on the ground. "But I understand vice. Food, drink, sex, the body isn't the only thing that needs. The mind needs. It aches. I know yours. Your vice is like mine. You like puzzles. And you found a good way to apply that by outsmarting people on a battlefield. It took you far. Me, not so much." He shrugs. "But even then, your body still aches for something else. Your mind must still have the impression of biological need, even if your body doesn't. That armor must be torture. I can't understand anyone volunteering to this fate, so I assume you didn't. Or perhaps... You know that it's better than the alternative." Most importantly, would she fight alongside them? He couldn't ask her that yet; Given her personality, she'd probably take that as a sign of him wanting to give her all their work. Instead, getting information that could explain her interest in this fight would feed him what he needed.

Inb4 Matthew becomes the one person Snow actually respects

In Matthew's enhanced state, all sensation was magnified. Matthew's senses sharpened, and he angled his right arm so that the sword would have to go through it before it hit his shoulder. By hitting the side of the blade with his elbow, Matthew managed to angle it out of the way so that it wouldn't severely damage his arm, however, the weapon slid through leaving him with a large open gash in his right hand, from elbow to shoulder. The magnified sensitivity of his skin displayed in the unnatural howl the man released as he was struck, the steel so cold against his skin it felt like a furnace. ((One with the ocean - OFF)) He forcibly recoils from the blow as the swordsman reaches his side. "Don't worry about me until I'm dead. Again." He changes hands, seemingly undeterred by using his left hand to wield his blade. "...But I'm certainly not going to be able to fight her in melee for now." He stares Snow down. "You're a animus, then? Armor enchanted with a soul. I see." They couldn't win. Against an opponent like that, they'd need some way to stop her, even for a second, and separate the pieces of the armor. There was only one other alternative, and that was to entertain her long enough; Probably until whoever remained of their team was there. And he couldn't afford to faint due to blood-loss before that. "...Spellsword, cauterize my wound." There was the slightest quiver of fear in Matthew's voice, yet it's commanding tone remained. "Do so now, and without hesitation. I doubt she'll wait." He turned to Debronee and continued. "You have to keep her off of us until that's done." Lastly, he turned back to Snow. "What happens if we die here?"

Not if I have my way... *cackles*

As the attack comes towards him, Matthew's eyes close. They reopen but a second later, and seem to almost shine with an eerie light; His features relax and almost instantly tense up again, yet the man's breathing stays even. (( One with the Sea - ON )) He immediately lunges past the elf, sword in hand, muttering "left flank" as he does so; Matthew moves towards the offensive, quickly smashing one of the swords away with the hilt of his blade and locking with the other. He angles his sword immediately so the tip of the sword would be pointing the woman's eyes, and smashes the bottom of it as he yells; "FIREBALL!" With this, the woman would hear the faintest sound of glass shattering as the sword flew in her direction. Not a second later, a spurt of a clear green liquid would shoot from the tip of the sword towards her eyes (( Viper's Kiss - Spent )) and Matthew would immediately change the angle on his blade, aiming to hit downwards in the opening between her neck and her torso. Assuming the other two followed up as instructed, she'd have to be superhuman to leave this unscatched.

Added silver wyvern culture to the main post, courtesy of King Murdoc

Just so you know, currently the amount of people wanting the ruppees far outnumbers the ones wanting the pokémon. At least based on what I've seen on showdown.

I'm kind of curious why this attack is unescapable. It sounds to me like Matthew could just dodge to the side she isn't in.

Well, from my interpretation, he was referring to Matthew disregarding both of them as he came into the room. His character interprets that as Matthew disregarding him completely, and that's fine. If he's straight-up saying Matthew did that, then no. ((In fact, Matthew wouldn't have; He'd observe both, though he'd pay more attention to Snow.))

Matthew quickly moves out of the way, this time having ample time before the blade reaches him. He shouts across the room "If you want to win thi- No. If you want to survive this, you'd best listen to me! Get over here!" he peers at Snow for a moment. "I highly doubt you'll mind if we're non-secretive about our tactics, do you? After all, you've the full confidence that, no matter what I can cook up, you'll defeat us, no?" Matthew stays in his neutral stance, waiting to see if the swordsman will listen to him and approach.

Nothing, we're adding a requested feature. The rest of the game will have to be enough; We've no intention of turning Pokémon Reborn into a competitive haven.

Matthew side-stepped the blade as it came towards him, hearing the ice crash against the tower's walls behind them. He turns to face the swordsman. "If you want to be useful, begin by controlling your magic so that it stops being redirected." At the ludicrous suggestion of a pincer attack, Matthew visibly scoffs in an unnatural display of emotion; "Don't be stupid; She has two weapons, and clearly better dexterity. A pincer attack won't work. Not to mention odds are she'd redirect your fireball into me, which would be more than enough to distract me, and then impale you with her swords." Upon being ignored, Matthew simply stands and stares at him while the foolhardy man executes his plan, completely disregarding what he said. "Well, then." Matthew stands still, watching the two clash. He'd wait patiently, his position neutral. As soon as it seemed like the woman was preparing to reflect the spellsword's attack, the pirate would swiftly pull out a concealed pistol from his inner coat pocket, shooting it towards the woman. The gun malfunctions; It shoots, but it explodes and splinters in Matthew's hand making a loud "bang!" noise, becoming useless. Typical, Matthew figures. Damn things never were trustworthy; But this could be good. A bullet, a loud sound, an attack; Even an experienced warrior would have issues managing all this sensory information at once. It's very unlikely they'd be able to hurt her, but this might definitely improve their chances of landing a hit.

Matthew frowned. In a swift motion, the man withdraws his rapier. While making no intentions to dodge the attack, he quickly thrusts his sword towards the center of the flames, piercing through the sphere and twisting his hand at it's center. The motion destabilizes the fireball, making it turn from a concrete blast of fire into a spray of flames. Matthew reaches with his other arm to prevent the flames from hitting his face, and they instead sear the thick leather coat he wears, charring his shirt and sleeves. Under parts of the shirt, one could see red marks as blood and lighter burns appear, but Matthew doesn't show any outward signs of pain. "I was perfectly content with just watching." With a nonchalant sigh, the man stands up and stares down the armored lady. "If you've any desire to fight, then I will fight you one-on-one. Whether I lose or die is irrelevant. All I care about is whether or not you're good enough to make me win." Now fully standing, the man clenches his sword in his right hand, this time clearly fully on guard. "But I do wonder what's your strategy coming here. Are you simply so arrogant that you'd immediately believe five heroes are not enough to take you down? I can't imagine the paragon of the mind to be so dense, so I must imagine you're trying to either break us by asserting dominance, or this is a test. Until I'm sure which it is - Idiot, arrogant, cunning or neither - I'd rather have sat this one out."

I'm sorry for my sporadic appearances, I've been reading the posts but I've barely been replying. I don't see Matthew as the action-man as much as he is the one who quietly observes, so you can simply pretend that he's in some corner somewhere watching the others. 90% of the time that'll be the case. I'll try to make it a point to check this out at least once per day, though.

Matthew simply slid quietly into the Ivory Tower, finding a nice place to seat himself. Resting his face on his right hand - Which, in turn, was nestled atop his right knee - the pirate watched the fight calmly, clearly paying more attention to the woman than to the man. A mentor? Well she'd have to prove herself worthy of that title first, for sure, and fighting a buffoon was hardly proof enough. With luck, though, others would soon join in, and at the very least... Make this entertaining.

I'll add that to the main post. Thanks, Hilda!

When you reach save 101, save 1 gets deleted. So on and so forth.

I'll be delaying the start to next saturday since I'd ideally like at least two more people to join.