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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 11:16 pm
This is what I just put together for Avery so I'm putting it here so I don't lose it. 4laugh Jenannen Vilhelmina You should give me some refs of him! >w<  I don't have any yet.
I haven't even managed to capture him in an avatar edit yet. sweatdrop
I still haven't gotten a good look at his face though, which frustrates me. I think part of the problem is that when I pull back from this scene I see Sentelle standing there resting against a tree watching him. I seem to have only managed to get a glimpse of him through her eyes. And thus far the only view of him she has given me is perfection through tear-stained memories. *sigh*
There was something in your "Son of a Duke" picture that reminded me of Avery. I think the jawline and the lips... and the hair acros the face. Something about your "Ice" picture too... though on that one I have a harder time saying what. Possibly the warm brown eyes.
Eyes and hair are bown, skin light, but torwards browns rather than pinks if that makes any sense. Sen only ever saw the gentle Avery, or at least only remembers the gentle warm avery. He was a rogue by D&D classing.
Sentelle started out as a D&D character I had to give a past to. Avery was part of that past Now I RP with Sen here on Gaia, though not recently.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 12:14 am
A post in my quest thread:
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:36 pm
OOC2 Entry Form: Entry by Jenannen  Avery Ne'Havareruil (nay-HA-var-ee-rool)
Last name roughly translated means “path of the wild rose”Age: approximately 165 (young adult with the typical ageless appearance of elves)Sex: MaleRace: Elf Class: Rogue World Setting: Fantasy. All of my recent OCs have their roots in D&D, though Avery started as a background character in a different character’s history.Strengths: Agility, Diplomacy, Knowledge of History, Loyalty (once it’s earned), skilled swordsmanWeaknesses: Sentelle, Rare artifacts, Curiosity, Doing things just to see if he can (though he has no weakness for dares)About AveryAvery is the second son and third child of house Ne'Havareruil (ruling royalty). His mother, a wizard, has a penchant for research which she has passed on to Avery. His passion, however, is not magic but rather history and artifacts. He’ll all too gladly share his knowledge with anyone willing to listen, but he has no gift for recital and to his disappointment others often quickly lose interest.
It is his passion for artifacts that lured him to learn such skills as picking locks, trap finding, and disabling traps. It was his teacher’s encouragement coupled with his own fondness of pushing his limits that brought about his skill in picking pockets. He never was comfortable taking from those less fortunate, so those whose purses he lifted would be compensated with a new animal or object worth no less than twice what he had taken. This take and give has become a game to Avery; though he won’t admit it as such.
Aeth’eeru (ayth-AY-roo) “Gilded Thorn” is the nickname given to him by his lifelong friend Eelaqacias (el-uh-KAY-shus) and it has stuck with him in the form of his rogue name. To those not fluent in Elven he is happy to be known simply as Thorn.
His royal lineage has marked him with a magical tattoo that even his ring of disguise cannot alter. A wild rose that winds its way up his arm in response to magic, with the ability to absorb magic at a cost to him.DeathThe sensation of thorns piercing flesh was agonizing. Avery had never before absorbed such a powerful spell. The impression of branches constrictively winding their way up his arm pressing the thorns deeper was enough to steal his attention from the battle he was already tiring from.
The impact of the dragon’s claw was enough to send Avery flying across the room. He hit the wall with a thud and dropped like a rag doll to the ground. Eelaqacias roared in anger as adrenaline fueled his ability to reach his friend and prince. Scooping Avery up he sounded the retreat.
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“I’m sorry my lady.” Eelaqacias said as he placed a hand on Sentelle’s shoulder. “I’m quite certain I am not allowed to speak to you of this, but I’m even more certain that Avery would wish for you to know the truth of his death. Intelligence discovered that Ka’mahre had obtained an orb of dragonkind. Avery was charged with the retrieval of this orb. It pained him greatly to leave you so close to your potential birthing date, but honor would not allow him to neglect his responsibilities to his family and people.
“To our shock and dismay Ka’mahre not only had the Grand Orb of Dragonkind but an ancient gold dragon and a phylactery. The phylactery has been destroyed, but the orb remains in his possession.”
Sentelle managed a soft “So...?” as she kept her back coldly erect.
“We think he intended to create a dracolich,” Eelaqacias elaborated.FateDeath in mortality was Avery’s fate; however it was not his end. Avery becomes Sentelle’s Guardian Angel.Sentelle RP Excerpt: As Letalus pounded on the door Avery set a holy barrier in place. For all it mattered Letalus could pound the door in, yet entrance to this room would be barred. When Sentelle woke in the morning he would have to leave and the barrier would dissipate, but for this night he would insure her safety and secure her a good night's rest.
As Avery lifted Sentelle gently off the ground it saddened him to think that while he could touch her she would never feel him, no matter how firm or delicate his touch. He thought over the years he'd spent, in life, teaching her to react to his lightest touch, but that was then. Now she would never react to his touch again; those were the terms of his being allowed to guard her.
He laid her gently down on the bed and softly tucked her under the covers. He took comfort in his ability to keep her safe. To carry her though the times when, he feared, she felt most alone. He sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair from her face before bending over and softly kissing her on the cheek. Part of him yearned for the next time she would need him. Part of him wished for her to be able to move on in life and leave him behind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 12:16 am
  My newest art. *squee*
Sharm and I dind't have time to get to all the details of his clothing, but I'm so excited about what I do have now!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:32 am
pwned by Jenannen Sticking this here for now.
I don't even know what to put him in for sure, he's been driving me nuts.
He has a full-arm cloth glove to cover up the tattoo on his left arm.
The kind that loops around the middle finger and covers the hand in a kind of V-shape.
Layered above that is some kind of leather armor.
Also over the loop of the glove is where he wears his ring of disguise, just a simple metal band.
He's got a chainmaille shirt and some more leather armor.
Armor would be elven make and probably nature-themed.
This would be his rogue attire and not his noble attire...
See, I'm so helpful. /sarcasm
Oi, I need to figure out colors too...
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:47 am
A candid conversation with his creator
OOC2 Round one entry: Entry by Jenannen “Avery,” I called.
“Yes, my lady,” he replied graciously.
“I’ve more questions for you, these more personal than the last and more difficult for us both. I’ve pondered many ways for you to answer these questions, but it seems a personal conversation between you and your creator will yield the best results.”
“It seems, my lady,” he said with his characteristic half grin, “that not unlike yourself you have created within me difficulties in opening up completely even to those I most love and trust.”
I smiled sadly and nodded. “It appears there are parallels in our character, yes.”
“What is your deepest fear?”
Amidst my thoughts his reply echoed. “I do yet fear that Sentelle will discover that our betrothal was real and not merely a ruse for a speedy wedding. I was old enough at its arrangement to understand the implications of a political marriage; my only request was that I be allowed to court her without that obligation overshadowing our relationship.”
“Then that is what you most fear?”
“No my lady, it does not seem so, merely a fear that is deep-set.” He bowed his head in thought for a moment, before speaking again, “I fear that I will not be there for a loved one when I am needed.”
“Then that is your deepest fear?” I asked.
Silence preceded a hesitant: “Self-sacrifice is easy.”
“So it is having to sacrifice one you love which you most fear?”
With a tightness in my chest Avery nodded.
“What is your greatest regret?”
“I do not dwell on the past, as you have allowed Sentelle to do, my lady, but that does not free me from regret.”
“No it does not.” I agreed. No more of an answer was readily forthcoming. I prodded; “Do you regret letting Nayadin live?”
Brash anger did not flood his senses as it had when he first discovered Nayadin’s rape of Sentelle, but the topic clearly made him uncomfortable. “I do not,” he finally replied quietly, “Killing Nayadin would not have undone the pain he caused Sentelle, it would not have changed the resultant pregnancy...” he trailed off before looking up at me sadly, “And I believe it would have pained Sentelle for me to have taken Nayadin’s life.”
“Then what is your greatest regret?”
“Sehira,” he stated reverently. “She’s the reason I became a rogue you know? Having read about, and studied it, I set forth to recover [artifact]. I put together an adventuring party, standard fare: Sehira, the rogue; [Wizard], the wizard; [Fighter], the fighter; and [Another]. I had skill with my sword, but no other qualification to be an adventurer yet I insisted on accompanying the party—folly of youth and curiosity. A request indulged because of this,” he said distastefully displaying his wild rose tattoo, “proof of my royal lineage. Sehira was working on disarming a particularly difficult trap when I...”
“Yes?” I urged.
“You haven’t written that story yet.”
“Still, you’re usually the one who gives me those answers.”
“Well then, perhaps we’ve more to discuss than you’d intended,” He chuckled. “I remember her name, and the name of all those who’ve died in my service,” he replied sadly, “Even when you haven’t given them,” he emphasized my responsibility.
“I apologize.”
“What is your biggest unrealized dream or goal?”
“Sex.” Avery answered simply and eagerly. “That’s the easiest, and yet most complicated question for you isn’t it?” He replied mocking me.
“Yes Avery, it is.” I agreed. “As I have separated my view of you, from that of Sentelle’s view of you, that is one thing that you have made abundantly clear!” I laughed. “While Sentelle and I have romanticized your respect for her you have let me know of the... uhm... difficulties which have arisen in your efforts to show her such respect.” It was my turn to mock now.
Avery glared at me unamused.
“Testosterone aside Avery, it seems to me that it is not merely the lack of an intimate physical relationship which plagues you, I believe it goes deeper than that. I think it’s the holes in your relationship, the things that are lacking or incomplete. You’ve already ceded a fear of Sentelle finding out about the betrothal.” I said pointedly. “I think it is that your relationship with her is not what you would like for it to be.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s just sex, and you’re trying to make it too complicated.”
I glared at him.
“This stays between us!” he said threateningly, “but yes, it is about more than just sex.”
“What is your place in society?”
“Second son and third child of house Ne'Havareruil.” Avery answered as if that explained it all.
“And how your subjects feel about you is my domain?”
Avery nodded.
“In general you are beloved and well respected. You know why?”
With a twinkle in his eye Avery offered me his charming half grin, as he made a show of examining his hands, “I’ve never been afraid to get my hands dirty,” he laughed. More seriously he added, “I like working with my people, not that I’ve any skill in most of their trades,” he smiled.
He continued on, “I’ve never let my title define me. Additionally, I view leadership as a responsibility, not as a privilege; thankfully a view my family shares. Though my brother chides me for my desire to please everyone; ‘The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,’ he says.”
“And what of Aeth’eeru, what is his place in society?”
Avery laughed heartily, “Do we really have to go there?”
I nodded.
“Aeth’eeru’s good enough at what he does to keep himself out of trouble with the local guild. His ability to find out about, and retrieve, treasures keeps him from being questioned too closely. There are those who whisper he’s too “soft,” but he’s not the only member who prefers intrigue to brutality, and his talents in that area are recognized as formidable.” Avery shrugged.
“What is your moral standard?”
“Chaotic Good,” Avery smirked.
“Meaning?” I asked glancing at him with mock sternness.
“Meaning laws fall into a hazy gray area when they conflict with what I view to be good and right,” he laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m generally a law-abiding citizen because I see the good in the laws of my people, but I don’t obey them simply because they are the laws. Furthermore, I’ve never liked being told what to do, and growing up that got me into trouble more than once, ask Eelaqacias,” he chuckled.
“You asked me earlier about Nayadin,” Avery sighed briefly before continuing, “beyond, or perhaps at the core of, the reasons I’ve already given I didn’t kill him because inherently I believe that murder is an act of evil.”
“So how do you reconcile that with killing kobolds, goblins, lycanthropes, vampires... I could go on you know?”
“That’s a necessary evil,” he joked.
“What is your greatest triumph?”
A smile warmed Avery’s countenance as he basked in a memory.Sentelle turned on her heels and glared at Avery as she held her hand out palm up, "Give me back my necklace."
Avery grinned and dropped the chain to dangle in front of her."You see, I told you you could do it."
Shock washed over Sentelle's face as she realized what she had just done. Excitement quickly replaced shock and she threw her arms around Avery's neck. "I did it." She exclaimed with a giggle.
"Yes, you did." Avery replied returning her embrace. After turning her in a circle he set her back down and held her at arm’s length, his expression grew serious, "Though you did not notice in time to prevent me from taking your necklace that you noticed I had is wonderful!” his expression returned to affectionate approval.“It took years of practice for my touch to be so light, and my fingers so nimble. Yet that triumph was not so great as sharing in Sen’s triumph,” he mused. “It took years of lifting her things, of brushing her skin with an almost not there touch...” he cooed, trailing off lost in the memories.
“How do you view yourself?”
Avery rolled his eyes at this question “Is this where I tell you I think I’m too tall at 6’2” and I don’t like my rectangular eyes?” he asked in his best falsetto.
“Yeah, something like that,” I laughed.
“I’m comfortable with who I am,” he replied casually. “My life is worth, comparatively to any other, no more for being born royal, nor is it worth less for following a rogue’s path. I love that I love my people, and that they in turn love me. I love that I respect Sentelle enough to give her the space that she needs, but I hate that it’s intolerably frustrating at the same time. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not perfect, and I’m glad my little venture to Serendipity is helping you to see that too.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:57 pm
Round Two Entry.
My final draft pre-review/feedback.
It's been submitted. Entry by Jenannen Begining
Amidst the numerous tokens that the temple had collected was a golden ring; two stems entwined forming a band below five open petals of a wild rose in full bloom. Avery’s ties to Leyerril each represented in this one token. The circular band of Sentelle’s wedding ring eternal as his love for her. The wild rose; crest of his family, and reminder of his obligation to his people. His love for them both evidenced in the betrothal he had accepted at Sentelle’s birth; the wedding he had accepted before he discovered it was the only one he wanted.
What he had been told of Eclipseon had Avery highly excited; an opportunity to test his limits (possibly to the breaking point) intoxicated and enthralled him. He struggled between a desire to exhaustively research the matter and an urge to rush to the temple immediately and test his limits while acquiring first-hand knowledge. He guessed that much like when he had retrieved artifacts back home, he would need help. He was lacking in meaningful magical abilities, he found a wizard. Armor slowed his movements, so he needed someone who could take the hits and hopefully hold the attention of the enemy allowing him to make opportune attacks; he persuaded a fighter to join his efforts. A task this dangerous surely required a healer as well; she too was won over to his cause. The group felt incomplete without Eelaqacias though, and in a way so did Avery. For the first time Avery realized how much he relied on Eelaqacias. The friend he trusted absolutely with his life, the man who forced Avery to stop and think about things, the one person Avery was sure knew him better than he knew himself.
Authentic information about Eclipseon and the tower was hard to come by, though Avery was unable to satiate his curiosity he did succeed in gathering a reasonable amount of information, in varying degrees of reliability, while searching out suitable companions to accompany him on this adventure. He had learned to read people and was usually a good judge of character; he hoped he had chosen his companions well. His genuine warmth and caring made winning others to his cause easy, less often seen was his icy temper.
Avery had no idea what his token looked like but he would find it. Skeptically hopeful of the token’s rumored ability to restore him to Sentelle, his family, and his people Avery would test his mettle as he worked his way through the temple in its pursuit.
Avery checked the door to the temple for traps; carefully disabling the trap and picking the lock without much difficulty he opened the door. Before entering the temple he offered a prayer to C'Vesia, Sentelle’s God. He was not a devout follower, or much of a follower for that matter, but faith meant a great deal to Sentelle so he had learned to observe her religion to an extent. Besides, it certainly couldn’t hurt.
Middle
Avery fought his way through the temple much as he would any other dungeon; killing monsters and collecting treasure. It seemed that he had been wise in his choice of companions, and thankfully they worked together well with each other as well as with him.
Chance’s cold smile stopped him in his tracks. A chill ran down his spine. The memory of iron chaffing his wrists and a cold stone wall at his back washed over him. He was thankful, not for the first time, that much of what had been visited upon him between those reprieves had been lost to his conscious mind.
Chance had been his friend and guide to the world of traps and locks until he had discovered that “Leaf” was Avery Ne'Havareruil. Second prince of Leyerril. Avery had been too easy to “break” for Chance to accept the truth of the answers that Avery would have offered up to Chance (not the guild) without torture, so his suffering had been prolonged. Yes, he was Avery Ne’Havareruil, second prince of Layerril. He had hidden this from Chance because he had understood, to a lesser degree than he did now, the dangers of this coming to light within the guild. Yes he would keep the guild’s secrets up until the point that the guild may put his people in danger. No he wasn’t a spy, nor an informant...
Chance had finally either accepted these answer or given up, Avery wasn’t certain which when he had been released to Briell’s care. It was thanks to this cleric’s great faith and careful attendance that Avery had no scars, nor lingering disfigurements from this ordeal.
While Avery certainly didn’t relish the prospect of reliving that time in his life he had learned and grown from the experience and motioned for his team to hold while he approached Chance. To Avery’s bewilderment Chance extended his hand, and uncurling his fingers revealed a Key.
Avery placed the key in a pocket inside his leather armor as he thought about the last time that he had seen Chance. After Briell had released him from her care he had looked for Chance to no avail and had returned home to Leyerril, questions unanswered. Several years later Chance found him.
“This one claims he knows you personally Highness,” the guard said with a respectful incline of his head.
Avery recognized Chance despite the years having been unkind to the human rogue he had once trusted. The interim had softened his hard feelings but done nothing to answer his questions. “I know no man such as this.” Avery stated authoritatively. “What is his crime?” he asked in the same air.
“Caught him attempting to break into the palace,” the second guard offered up.
“Manacles and a secure cell, if he was attempting to break in, no doubt he’ll attempt to break out,” he planted the thought and dismissed the guards.
Avery could never have imagined that fate would place Chance at his mercy in this manner. Denying his knowledge of Chance had brought him no pleasure, but he understood, ironically in part thanks to Chance, that Avery must not be seen as a rogue or visa-versa. Part of him wanted to leave Chance to his punishment, part of him wanted answers, the part of him that had wanted payback had been short-lived and was not present now.
That night Aeth’eeru (his rogue identity with his local guild) made his way easily to Chance’s cell via Avery’s extensive knowledge of the palace. The lock on the door was no challenge thanks to the time he’d spent secretly practicing on palace locks.
As Chance opened his mouth to speak, Avery responded with a gesture for silence. Chance nodded. Avery worked the lock on the manacles quickly and took Chance’s wrist to guide him out. Chance balked. Avery pulled, but Chance did not follow. Chance pointed to himself, made a round gesture over his abdomen and pointed to the floor. Avery sighed. He couldn’t relate to chance, but he understood what had brought him here. He nodded and tugged once more, this time Chance followed.
His memory shifted to reality as Avery followed Chance to a cell. Instead of Chance’s pregnant Æoni he found his second key. Chance was gone.
Lyril ran forward and grabbed the key. With a spell she was gone. Avery cursed.
So what did he do now? Continue on without a mage he guessed. There was one more key to find after all. Another battle and another victory revealed a female satyr wounded near death. Avery lifted his sword to finish her; in his world satyrs were treacherous creatures who would spin you a sad tale to lure you into helping them then betray that help at the first opportunity. As he moved to finish her she lifted her arm in a gesture of defense. Perhaps she’s not like those from my world, that moment of doubt stopped his blade from piercing the flesh it now pressed against. Had it been his world he would have ended her with a coup de grace.
“Speak,” he instructed, blade at her throat.
She spoke of a man who had approached her with information about Eclipseon. She had come to find a way back to her husband and family. She hadn’t yet gained any keys. The way she spoke of her husband had moved Avery, and withdrawing his blade, he instructed Gwenn to heal the satyr enough to accompany them, but not to restore her to full health. Gwenn looked at Avery crossly and he could see that she too had been moved by the yarn this satyr had spun. He shook his head and she complied, so far Avery had given her no reason to doubt his decisions.
The moment of betrayal that Avery had kept in his mind as a keen possibility came. In that moment he showed no hesitation in ending the satyr. He was also not surprised to find two keys among her belongings.
End
Avery was surprised to find a small object floating in the middle of the room; the information he had been given said that the token would be extremely difficult to find. Cautiously he approached. The small object appeared to be his wedding band. In shock he checked his finger, his ring was still there. . Then the token is just that, a token, he thought.
Taking hold of this token Avery was assaulted by a series of incidents playing out in rapid succession; his mother’s face buried in his father’s shoulder, and wrapped in his arms, as her body shook with sorrow, his brother at the head of an army marching on Ka’mahre’s estate, his sister comforting her crying twins. Eelaqacias stood respectfully aloof, though clearly disheartened, as Sentelle cradled his cold dead body to hers; he could feel her wet cheek pressed to his as she whispered; “Now I see the roses.” Her words ripped his heart from his chest; in his proposal he had promised to show her the roses where she had been shown only thorns.
Avery clenched his fist around the ring, forcing the scene to focus on Sentelle. As painful as it was for him to see any he loved suffering his death it was Sentelle’s grief which most deeply wounded him. He wanted desperately to enfold her in the warmth of his embrace and promise her that everything would be well. He wanted to end her pain and do as he had promised; show her the roses. He wanted to go adventuring with her, then listen to her recount the tale of how they had succeeded together. He wanted to kiss her softly and have her freely and wholly return his affection with her own passionate kiss. He wanted to raise a family with her.
It would be impossible for him to sacrifice either his dream or his reality with Sentelle. He would never give up on that which he most desired and loved! He gripped the ring willing himself to return to his world only to find himself standing in front of the mocking token of his wedding ring.
“Did you really think it would be so easy?” a cloaked figured scoffed.
Avery turned to face the figure, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny. “Who are you?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” the figure stated neutrally.
Something didn’t sit well with Avery about this figure and he wanted nothing to do with it. “Step aside,” he stated calmly.
The figure obliged with a bow.
Avery could see no door for his keys anywhere. He had not come this far to turn away now, yet he wondered... was this too part of the test? He’d heard of such things; giving up what you sought to gain it. There was also the possibility that he had chased a false rumor, or that he had been beaten to the treasure; wouldn’t be the first time on either account. While it appeared that something along those lines had occurred he still had the satisfaction of having made it this far. Playing along in hopes of coaxing out the answer he asked noncommittally, “What is it you want?”
“A partnership,” the figure replied. “What you were not told is that to gain your token it also requires the aid of a planesborn. I am one such,” The figure paused to let the words sink in. “However I am in need of an outsider to represent my cause in the senate.”
Avery was aware of the factions and their need of an outsider each. His desire to remain unengaged in foreign politics had not changed since his conversation with Variable, yet he found himself asking, “Which cause is that?” While it was true that there was good and ill to be found in each faction’s proposition there were those which he would personally find easier to argue for the good.
“That answer I am not at liberty to supply you with.” Avery couldn’t see the figure’s face but he had a feeling that it was smirking at him.
Politics and diplomacy he’d been raised into, he had no concern for his ability in either, but he was uncertain at how well he could champion a cause not his own; especially if it were one that he was morally opposed to. Perhaps this would grant him an opportunity to present his thoughts to the Lady and the council. Was it worth it? He guessed he’d find out. “Very well,” he accepted. : (500 words for section) o - What is your character's Eclipseon token? How does it relate to your character? Does your character even really care about this token or gaining it? Why or why not? o - How would your character go about preparing for Eclipseon - (whether or not they chose to go)? Imagine they have all of their usual resources available but in a strange location (yes, this includes resources from their history - up to and including an army, god, etc). o - What skills does your character draw on most to survive and succeed? What are their weaknesses? Fighting skills, magic, logic, etc. Middle: (1000 words for section) o - Choose three of the following scenarios (Prince's Challenges) and describe how your character deals with them: ** - Meet an old enemy along the way - Do they join forces, fight, run, etc?
** - Have a chance to tip the balance of an opponent's challenge to pass or die. Tipping for a fail will allow your character to gain the key from their test.
** - Faced with reliving their worst ordeal in order to move on.
** - Come upon another competitor who has been wounded to the point of death. Your character is already running very slow and far behind.
** - Your character's first challenge in Eclipseon is an obstacle that exploits their worst weakness. What is this obstacle? How would they deal with it?
** - One of your character's keys was stolen by another opponent - what does your character do about this? yeah this one was mentioned, but it didn't really lead to anything for Avery, but it moved the story along...
** - Your character was backstabbed and left for dead by another opponent. However they survived. Now, the tables are turned, the backstabber is left at the character's mercy in the labyrinthe. What would your character do?
** - Your character encounters another competitor with all three keys at the end? What do they do? Eliminate them? Ignore them? Help them? Join up? End: (750words for section) o - Your character has reached the Eclipseon Chamber of Worlds and has learned that it is impossible to enter the chamber - they now have three worthless keys and no idea of what to do with them. How do they deal with this defeat? o - After dealing with defeat, your character finally comes to grips with the situation just as a shadowy unidentified member of the Planesborn appears promising their help in return for your word that you will represent their cause in the Senate. What would your character do? o - Your character learns from the Planesborn that they must make the ultimate personal sacrifice to enter the Eclipseon World Chamber? What would that be? Would they be able to do it? Imagine that it can be anything - giving up their belief in good by murdering, becoming ugly for the rest of their existence, destroying some random world, allowing their enemy to have power over them for eternity. Round Two Entry Info HereAdditional Round Two Entry Info Here
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