#tera roleplay

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INDEPENDENT   ,  SELECTIVE  TERA:  THE  EXILED  REALM  OF  ARBOREA  HEROINE.   CRAFTED  WITH  CARE  BY  XANDRA.   MULTI-VERSE  FRIENDLY  AND  OPEN  TO  OTHER  ORIGNAL  CHARACTERS.  ESTABLISHED  THE  27TH  OF  JANUARY.

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          Don’t Judge A

                                      ＢＡＤ ＢＯＹ                                   

                                                           By His ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ, Mate

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Drabble; In the Absence of Light

     Life had never been kind to Edowado Eruwikku, not since the very moment he was born. He wasn’t supposed to be a Castanic. He wasn’t supposed to be a true child of the long-forgotten Dragon God. He wasn’t supposed to exist at all, in fact... His twin’s true nature was disguised by a spell, but this child, this surprise who wasn’t meant to be... He resisted it.

     If anyone knew who he was, what he was, the illusion would be ruined forever. The hidden God could afford no questions, not in a world where the old deities were supposed to be gone forever. Upon discovering the newborn’s telltale horns, there was only one choice.

     The boy was claimed to be a stillborn, and then discreetly sent away, left on the doorstep of a distant friend in the grim, grungy city of Castanica... Someone who would not be so quick to ask questions and pass judgment. Left in a basket marked ‘Edowado Eruwikku,’ with naught but a blanket and a sorcerer’s ring like a curled dragon, nothing could determine the child’s true identity.

     It was there, in the heart of his people’s homeland, far from the pristine towers of Allemantheia where he was born, that he would come to find a purpose in this cold, cruel, unforgiving world. A reason to fight, even if it was not the reason that anyone would ever hope for in a young demigod.

     In the absence of light, only  d a r k n e s s  remains.

     Even among other Castanics, Eru was different. To his race, an individual’s worth was measured by physical strength, and by a brutal willingness to do whatever it took to survive. Eru had no desire to fight, and saw no strength in a creature without intelligence. He did not use his fists, but magic. The sorcerer’s ring, his only birthright, became a symbol of his growing power. As his wisdom of magic and its applications grew, he became a strong sorcerer, though no one would know what for until many years later.

     ... By the nights, a voice began to whisper... A voice knit from shadows and hate. It taunted him, wondering to what purpose he would devote himself. It promised him great things... Terrible things. It promised that, together, they would find the ones who had abandoned him in this dreary place. They would learn the truth. They would uncover his real identity... Together, nothing would stand in their way.

     All he had to do... Was finish what the Lokians had started.

     The dark god would rise again... And Eru would have anything that he desired. If he wanted to see the world burn, it would be done.

     And so, the crafty Castanic sought his opening... He joined the Lokians, but the Federation as well. He climbed ranks in both, a double-agent for both sides... But whose side was he really on? Where did his loyalties lie?

     There was only one side to which Eru held loyalty, and that was his own.

     If that meant both the Federation and the Lokians would fall...

     ... So be it.

     As the years progressed, a dark plan began to take shape, a plan most befitting of a son of the lost Dragon God... But it was not until the discovery of a most powerful artifact that he would finally have his key.

     The Lance of Gidd, sealed countless ages ago... The power of a dead god still burned within its sacred blade... The strength to steal the power of an immortal and destroy them forever. Entrusted to Eru by the Lokians, the weapon intended to revive their savior would become their bane.

     Eru made his choice, a choice that would change the world forever.

     He would use its lingering energy to resurrect the dark god, Lok...

     Then, with a decisive strike, wipe him from the world forever.

     He would claim this power for his own... And have all that he desired in this world. Nothing would stand in his way. All the world would know what he could do, what he truly was. He would find the ones who left him behind in a land without hope... And they would know true despair just as he had.

      That was the plan, at least.

      But it didn’t happen that way, of course it didn’t.

      His brother was still out there, and he had problems of his own. To light or darkness, the world would fall. Which power would crack first? The forgotten heir to their father’s power, or the child whose desperation had wrought destruction upon the city of their birth? Which would be the herald of this world’s future?

     For every great light that burns, a deep darkness waits to snuff it out...

[masksbeardsandbricks-blog]

TRUTH: What really happened between Tirin and Lucia? There have been lots of hints, but I suspect Tirin has been talking around some of the meat. Or a lot of the meat.

Yes, she has been talking around a lot of the meat. Be warned that this is going to put a considerable chunk of Tirin’s backstory on the open, so…yeah, be warned!

First, let’s start with a bit of context for clarity:

There were three Lucias in our RP. One was killed by Twinsoul on the very first scene she was introduced to. We will call this one “Mookcia” and forget about her completely in a moment. She was recruited to replace the previous one: we we call that one Meiru (because that’s her actual name). That is the one Tirin was romantically involved with. 

What happened was this: Lucia illegaly entered the Academy and failed to steal what she had gone there to steal. In part, because both her and Tirin found each other. Tirin failed to recognize her and, unlike Lucia, she did not pull out her punches. The fight ended when Tirin severed her leg off with a spell. It was then she recognized who she was. She helped her escape, bringing her to Goroth who arranged to have her properly healed. 

That didn’t end there, though. Meiru resented Tirin heavily and using the woman’s guilt against her, convinced her not only to steal from the Academy but also to become the next Lucia. 

And that’s the third Lucia. Tirin. You probably thought was a typo up there.

The reasoning, or the main one, was that someone, somewhere, would put two and two together and realize the Elin who had lost her leg the same day Lucia had vanished was, in fact, Lucia. Thus, Tirin ‘became’ Lucia for an arbitrary number of tasks given by Meiru. The situation lasted quite a while but, despite never finding a proper replacement, Tirin walked off with Goroth’s help.

And that’s what happened between them. I hope I didn’t put too much useless information.

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Tera role play with Kalas, Aeacunra and Eleneril