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This is just stuff that I come up with, but doesn't seem to fit anywhere. Maybe it'll come in handy later though, so I'm posting it just in case.
Anshathièph - The Bearers - Race
Verilee Fights-Like-Lion - Character
Blade Staff - Description
Von Drachenburg Academy for Magical Beings - Description
Georg Von Drachenburg – Dragon Slayer – Short Story
Anshathièph - The Bearers - Race
The Bearers are an eerie race thriving in places of lasting darkness – the deepest forests and shadiest caves are their home. They exist out of nothing but shadows themselves, appearing as slender clouds of smoke with a human silhouette. Their name comes not from a disease they carry as many assume – it comes from the pair of solid silver horns that grow out of their heads and are, as a matter of fact, the only tangible part of their body. Ansh-Ath-Ièph, their name in their native tongue, literally means “Bearer Of Horns.” They can slightly change the form of their arms into claws or even blades – these natural weapons are remarkably solid. Their legs taper off into nothing as they float rather than walk.
Though not generally hostile, The Bearers are very cautious not to show themselves. Their unique form makes them next to invincible to physical weapons, but any means of magic deal great harm to them. Adding to that is that their horns are said to have magical properties.
Though not generally hostile, The Bearers are very cautious not to show themselves. Their unique form makes them next to invincible to physical weapons, but any means of magic deal great harm to them. Adding to that is that their horns are said to have magical properties.
Verilee Fights-Like-Lion - Character
Verilee (or Lion, as she prefers to be called) stems from a relatively unknown subspecies of the Elven race – the Veldt Elves. This tribal, nomadic race inhabits the wide open prairies of southern countries and lives off the plants and animals that they encounter. It's rare for Veldt Elves to leave their habitat, Verilee being the exception to the norm.
Like most Veldt Elves, Verilee's skin is of a rich chocolate brown, and her pointed ears are not much bigger than a human's. Her eyes are slightly angled and have a startling amber colour. Lion's lips are full, complimenting her soft face, and her nose broadens somewhat towards the nostrils. Her hair is kept short except for a single braid that runs from the top of her skull down towards her right side and falls down onto her shoulder. This hair style is called a “Braid of Soul” in Veldt Elven culture and is never shaven off.
Though women often grow up to be Shamans in her culture, Verilee took the path of a warrior and proved herself on hunts and the defence of her tribe against both beasts and monsters. Secretly though Verilee craved more – she wanted to become of the adventurers that the old women tell stories about in the evening. When the tribe encountered a caravan of traders, she took the chance and ventured north with them to find adventure, honor and glory. The only thing she took with her is her trusted hunting spear, decorated with claws and teeth of the beasts she has slain.
Like most Veldt Elves, Verilee's skin is of a rich chocolate brown, and her pointed ears are not much bigger than a human's. Her eyes are slightly angled and have a startling amber colour. Lion's lips are full, complimenting her soft face, and her nose broadens somewhat towards the nostrils. Her hair is kept short except for a single braid that runs from the top of her skull down towards her right side and falls down onto her shoulder. This hair style is called a “Braid of Soul” in Veldt Elven culture and is never shaven off.
Though women often grow up to be Shamans in her culture, Verilee took the path of a warrior and proved herself on hunts and the defence of her tribe against both beasts and monsters. Secretly though Verilee craved more – she wanted to become of the adventurers that the old women tell stories about in the evening. When the tribe encountered a caravan of traders, she took the chance and ventured north with them to find adventure, honor and glory. The only thing she took with her is her trusted hunting spear, decorated with claws and teeth of the beasts she has slain.
Blade Staff - Description
A blade staff is a battle mage's ultimate weapon. While one end classically holds a focus of some kind – a jewel or a crystal ball, for example – the other end features a pointed blade, about a foot long. This allows the mage to cast a spell at one moment and impale an enemy at an other. A resourceful battle mage may find even more creative uses for the blade staff. For example, he could impale an enemy and then launch his body like an enormous projectile with a well-directed telepathy spell.
Von Drachenburg Academy for Magical Beings - Description
The Academy, as it's simply called by its students and teachers alike, is one of the most respected schools in the magical world. It lies hidden in the German Alps near the Swiss border, protected by powerful Illusion spells to keep the nonmagics out. They see and feel the solid rock of an almost impossible to climb mountain. A magical being, however, is treated to one of the most impressive feats of magical architecture.
At first sight it's impossible to tell where the mountain ends and the Academy begins. At second sight one finds out that neither is the case. The gothic, castle-like school is carved directly out of the rock, including all the courtyards, the intricate rose windows and the partly demonic, partly humorous gargoyles. The summit of the mountain, which the residents call "Hexerkliff" or "Witcher's Cliff" in English, has been incorporated into the monumental central belfry, quite literally towering over the entire school grounds. It houses, among other things, the Headmaster's Domicile and the Storage for Dangerous Creatures.
The bell cage itself contains an enormous variety of bells out of every material one can imagine. The smallest one is a glass bell for a very high, crystal clear sound, while the largest one is a leviathan of a bronze bell, and its chime is akin to the roll of thunder. However, it's only ringing to announce a great danger, and seemingly does so on it's own accord. Among students the bell is known as the "Golden Granny", and polishing it is sometimes used as a punishment.
The stone that the Academy is made of is not of one solid color. Layers of iron, sand stone and limestone add an interesting coloration to the granite that forms the main part of the castle. Deeper into the mountain (and as such closer to the belfry), an unusual high number of crystals can be found. One of the past Headmasters, Professor Donovan Flint, has transformed the inner courtyard surrounding the tower into a monument in itself - the Crystal Garden. With strong geomancy he managed to grow the predominantly white or colorless crystals into the form of trees, bushes and flowers. At full moon they emit a glow of their own, a sight considered quite romantic by the older students.
At first sight it's impossible to tell where the mountain ends and the Academy begins. At second sight one finds out that neither is the case. The gothic, castle-like school is carved directly out of the rock, including all the courtyards, the intricate rose windows and the partly demonic, partly humorous gargoyles. The summit of the mountain, which the residents call "Hexerkliff" or "Witcher's Cliff" in English, has been incorporated into the monumental central belfry, quite literally towering over the entire school grounds. It houses, among other things, the Headmaster's Domicile and the Storage for Dangerous Creatures.
The bell cage itself contains an enormous variety of bells out of every material one can imagine. The smallest one is a glass bell for a very high, crystal clear sound, while the largest one is a leviathan of a bronze bell, and its chime is akin to the roll of thunder. However, it's only ringing to announce a great danger, and seemingly does so on it's own accord. Among students the bell is known as the "Golden Granny", and polishing it is sometimes used as a punishment.
The stone that the Academy is made of is not of one solid color. Layers of iron, sand stone and limestone add an interesting coloration to the granite that forms the main part of the castle. Deeper into the mountain (and as such closer to the belfry), an unusual high number of crystals can be found. One of the past Headmasters, Professor Donovan Flint, has transformed the inner courtyard surrounding the tower into a monument in itself - the Crystal Garden. With strong geomancy he managed to grow the predominantly white or colorless crystals into the form of trees, bushes and flowers. At full moon they emit a glow of their own, a sight considered quite romantic by the older students.
Georg Von Drachenburg – Dragon Slayer – Short Story
The Von Drachenburgs have always been both respected and feared far beyond the borders of their barony for their strong and skilled men and women. The legend behind their family is that one of their ancestors once defended the village below their castle from a fierce dragon. The beast was as tall as a house and so long it could wrap around one, with wings so wide the creature darkened the sky as it descended down upon the village. But the ancestor, Georg von Drachenburg was his name, showed no fear nor doubt as he charged at the beast with the sword in his hand, shield at his side and a warcry in his throat, mighty enough to match the wyvern's roar. And as they clashed, the earth shook under the strikes the knight and the beast exchanged.
Back and forth the mighty foes battled, never quite able to gain the advantage - until the beast used dark powers to distract him, only to smash sword, shield and armor of the warrior with one brutal swipe. It's claws tore open Georg's body and threw him to the ground... but the beast did not notice the wounds that the knight's sword have cut into it's hard skin. It's green blood dropped to the ground and covered the man lying in the soil - and it mingled with Georg's blood. Now nobody knows how the dragon's magic works, but none the less Georg's wounds healed up before the raging beast's eyes, and the knight stood - changed horribly, but he stood.
His once black hair has turned white under the influence of the beast's gore, and his skin looked sickly pale. His green eyes have taken on a slightly yellow hue, and the wounds on his body and face have left behind reddish scars, stigmas that blemished the warrior's skin. And as Georg opened his mouth to scream out his righteous anger, a sound so gruesome left his lips that every bird, every wolf and every bear fled the near forest and did not return for weeks. And the dragon answered in the same way as it charged at this brave warrior.
And although this dragon was as wise at it was evil, it did not know about the wonders it's blood would cause to happen. Georg did not flinch, did not pull back, he did not even move as this towering beast charged at him. The knight dodged it's first strike, it's second, it's third - and then grabbed one of it's sharp claws and ripped it out of the socket. The dragon screamed out in pain, and Georg charged, charged for one last time... and rammed the claw into the wyvern's chest. Green blood poured, no, bursted forth from the enormous impact. The beast roared for what seemed like hours, it writhed and scraped the earth and at last raised itself up into the air, sending a pillar of fire into the sky; but all for naught, as it's own claw has pierced it's heart, and the fierce dragon fell back to the ground, defeated at last. It has learned what many other beasts - wether in animal or human form - have learned from that day on: The Von Drachenburgs live to fight them.
Georg himself stood above his foe and tore out the claw that has slain it, he rose it high into the air and proclaimed:
"This is but the first trophy my family will take from the likes of you, beast! I will make swords out of your claws, daggers out of your teeth and an armor out of your hide... and then I will venture out and hunt you down, all of your kind that terrorize the cities, all of your kind that devour the young, all of your kind that set the land aflame - they all will fall to the sword... of GEORG VON DRACHENBURG!"
And so he did. But before he went out to fulfill his destiny, he fathered a son to make sure his legacy may live on. And this son of a maid, conceived in the dark and the hay, was born with green eyes - and pale scars. Up to this day the male Von Drachenburgs carry what has come to be known as The Dragon's Mark.
Back and forth the mighty foes battled, never quite able to gain the advantage - until the beast used dark powers to distract him, only to smash sword, shield and armor of the warrior with one brutal swipe. It's claws tore open Georg's body and threw him to the ground... but the beast did not notice the wounds that the knight's sword have cut into it's hard skin. It's green blood dropped to the ground and covered the man lying in the soil - and it mingled with Georg's blood. Now nobody knows how the dragon's magic works, but none the less Georg's wounds healed up before the raging beast's eyes, and the knight stood - changed horribly, but he stood.
His once black hair has turned white under the influence of the beast's gore, and his skin looked sickly pale. His green eyes have taken on a slightly yellow hue, and the wounds on his body and face have left behind reddish scars, stigmas that blemished the warrior's skin. And as Georg opened his mouth to scream out his righteous anger, a sound so gruesome left his lips that every bird, every wolf and every bear fled the near forest and did not return for weeks. And the dragon answered in the same way as it charged at this brave warrior.
And although this dragon was as wise at it was evil, it did not know about the wonders it's blood would cause to happen. Georg did not flinch, did not pull back, he did not even move as this towering beast charged at him. The knight dodged it's first strike, it's second, it's third - and then grabbed one of it's sharp claws and ripped it out of the socket. The dragon screamed out in pain, and Georg charged, charged for one last time... and rammed the claw into the wyvern's chest. Green blood poured, no, bursted forth from the enormous impact. The beast roared for what seemed like hours, it writhed and scraped the earth and at last raised itself up into the air, sending a pillar of fire into the sky; but all for naught, as it's own claw has pierced it's heart, and the fierce dragon fell back to the ground, defeated at last. It has learned what many other beasts - wether in animal or human form - have learned from that day on: The Von Drachenburgs live to fight them.
Georg himself stood above his foe and tore out the claw that has slain it, he rose it high into the air and proclaimed:
"This is but the first trophy my family will take from the likes of you, beast! I will make swords out of your claws, daggers out of your teeth and an armor out of your hide... and then I will venture out and hunt you down, all of your kind that terrorize the cities, all of your kind that devour the young, all of your kind that set the land aflame - they all will fall to the sword... of GEORG VON DRACHENBURG!"
And so he did. But before he went out to fulfill his destiny, he fathered a son to make sure his legacy may live on. And this son of a maid, conceived in the dark and the hay, was born with green eyes - and pale scars. Up to this day the male Von Drachenburgs carry what has come to be known as The Dragon's Mark.