11-01-2015, 06:07 AM
Character name: Rubick, son of Aghanim
Character source: Dota
Brief Description:
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Rubick is a human being of average height, about 5'9". He possesses a build that could be described as outwardly thin and weak. However, through combat, he has become stronger than he seems. He moves in a bird-like manner in many respects, often twitchy and even somewhat inhuman to those who haven't met him, due to a mixture of the arcane energies that flood him, and the unending curiosity that drives him. He can move normally, but to him, it's natural. His proclivity to sandals reveals that his skin tone is also a strange grey, also due to the sheer amount of kinds of magic that flows through him.
As for his face, no one has ever seen it, as he keeps his warmask on whenever in public. His speech, of a rather high-class timbre, is therefore warped by this mask.
This link should provide an excellent idea of what he sounds like.
Character history: This Rubick is Dota 2's version. He'll be entering the Omniverse after he has attained the rank of Grand Magus, more than a few successful defenses of both Radiant and Dire Ancient shards, and a fateful meeting which is expounded upon in the Prologue.
From the day he was born, Rubick seemed destined for greatness, being the only son of the intrepid mage Aghanim. However, few would surmise he would become nearly as powerful, and nearly as peculiar as he is today.
Under the tutelage of numerous mages, wizards, warlocks, and witches since he could read, a young Rubick became accustomed to all sorts of energies associated with magic. Whereas most apprentice magicians are bathed in the energies of a singular master, the future-Grand Magus became unconsciously aware of magic’s many forms and sources by experiencing more than a few first-hand. From fire to ice, light to dark, physical to incorporeal, more and more forms of knowledge and power became known to Rubick as he continued his studies. Some might call this education unfortunate: in Rubick’s world, a simple wizard often knows but a few spells at the most, and specialization is practically a necessity in order to maximize their effectiveness. However, it proved advantageous to the young mage: it sparked within him an undying curiosity to learn and become more; and it would pave the way for him to become the most powerful Magus yet to pass the judgement of the Hidden Council.
As Rubick grew in strength and ability, becoming a renowned duelist and warrior of magic, he continued to experience ever more of magic’s intricacies. But the charm soon wore off. The rest of the world was practically drowning in magic, his planet becoming more and more of a battleground for great nations and gods with every passing year. His restless spirit grew tired of merely feeling these swirling eddies of ethereal power around him, watching them fizzle into nothingness. He wished to further understand them, perhaps, to use them for his own. It was a daunting task, unattempted by any mage before him, but he was more than up to it.
Around the time he was recognized as a full-fledged member of the Arcane Society of the Hidden Council, his world’s most prestigious magical institution and a place outwardly free of the turmoil that surrounded it, he began to use the resources now available to him to conduct numerous experiments in regards to semi-artificially replicating different forms of magical energies. Stubborn as a dog despite his many failures (laced with the cheerful relaxation of a friendly magical spar now and again...and the dispatching the would-be assassins that were commissioned to take his life from mages who feared Rubick's potential), the budding Magus eventually discovered the complex mental formulae that would allow him to take on literally any spell or power he desired.
But Rubick was ill-contented with simply possessing such invaluable arcane knowledge. It was worthless unless he found an extraordinarily interesting way to use it. After all, being a simple Magus of the Society was growing rather boring; the same mages to duel, the same duties to perform, the same spells and daggers meant to stop his heart tossed casually his way, made Rubick a rather dull boy.
One day, in a rather sudden turn of events, Rubick publicly declared his intentions to kill a Magus. This sparked an understandable outrage among the Society. Practically since the day it was founded, it had been plunged into the subtleties of political intrigue and secret ambitions, magi of all kinds and abilities following their own ways to control. It was not dissimilar to a king's corrupt court, filled with nobles desperate for recognition, wealth, and power. Despite the outward serenity that the Society put on for the general public that looked up to them and commissioned their services, it was in truth a den of vicious animals, ready to cannibalize one another for the sake of advancement. But now, the entire hushed, savage atmosphere of the Hidden Council’s order was broken with a singular announcement from an upstart charlatan whose studies were supposedly fruitless (seeing as Rubick had "neglected" to report his findings). Naturally, a great number of the Society bore down on Rubick, seeking to teach the young fool a lesson with the combined magical force of an entire army.
Unbeknownst to them, Rubick was well-prepared and had expected such a response. Through his own knowledge of the Society's true nature and his cleverness, he got the magi to play straight into his hands. As he entered the Tower of the Society on the fateful day of his ascension, a veritable maelstrom of magical energy of all sorts descended upon him. Curses, hexes, and incantations of all sorts set out to poison, freeze, incinerate, electrocute, and generally displace the atoms in the so-called fool’s body to occupy the space of the entire entrance hall. Unfortunately, these illustrious mages had absolutely no idea what was about to befall them.
Rubick’s natural understanding of and resilience to multiple magical energies, combined with carefully crafted protection charms and spells set in place in advance, barely shielded him from the initial onslaught. Already he felt exhausted as he simply fell to the ground, feigning death. But as his plan fell into place, he knew that he wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.
Suddenly from within the group of magi facing Rubick, a cry of anguish pierced the eerie silence that followed the calculated assault. Stricken with a hex of barbed chains gripping his body tightly, the first of many magi fell, choking and spasming as his life bled from his body, his longevity enchantment expiring as the rest of his body withered to ash. Knowing the spell to be of the current Inquisitor Magus, wands and staves were turned in his direction as everyone present immediately claimed treachery. But soon, another mage was stricken with a mighty gust of wind, knocking him backwards into a column. Another was bitten by a deathly, chilling frost, nearly frozen solid, yet another yelped in surprise as his silken robes caught fire spontaneously. With only a few simple uses of stolen spells, panic set in amongst the normally collected group, and soon these makeshift allies revealed their true colors as the bitter enemies they were inside. The greatest battle the Society had ever faced was upon them, and it was against themselves no less. The air was rife with crackling energies, power flooding the entrance hall, stifling every breath the magi took as they fought for what seemed like hours, none suspecting that the seemingly dead Rubick had something to do with it.
That is until the crafty devil himself, his garb glowing an unnatural green in response to the residual energies surrounding him, leapt to his feet, sandals clacking on the bloody, ash-stained marble floor as he passed the corpses of the fallen and the half-dead magi still standing. Too tired to continue the fight with their true enemy as the realization dawned on those not yet dead, they simply let him pass, a Scroll of Petition in his hand as he came before the presence of the Hidden Council at the very top of the Tower. Seeing his cleverness and arcane ability, the Insubstantial Eleven that composed the Council soon unanimously declared the outwardly overly curious, inept, twitchy Rubick as the Grand Magus. His place in the history of magic had been firmly cemented. And even then, Rubick’s thirst for knowledge and the power that lay with it would not be quenched. New position in hand, his scepter in the other, he led the great Society he had bested to a new age of progress and influence.
However, after many years of successfully fulfilling his new duties, considered by many to be the greatest Grand Magus in the history of the Society, he soon found himself bored again, ever desperate for new challenges that his managerial position did not often provide. Though he often participated in wars alongside the magi he commanded, whether his skills were commissioned by great kingdoms or by a shard of the Ancients that said kingdoms protected, they were soon becoming mere trifles, easily-resolved interruptions to his otherwise simple life. Even knowledge of the world itself, it seemed, was beginning to run out as he acquired tomes and grimoires of nearly every known magical discipline on his planet. He had gained further insight into magic, the meaning behind the Ancients that seemed to spur unending war in his world, the Titans and Fundamentals that created and composed his Universe, and even the philosophy and order behind life itself, than nearly all of his contemporaries. Even the simple joy of friendship and camraderie at his level of importance and knowledgeability was difficult to come by. Alas, his position didn't seem as Grand as when he had first taken the reins. He craved something new to mend the growing emptiness rending through his life, desperately.
Little did he know that his need would soon be met. In the near future awaited for him the ultimate test of his abilities...though the Grand Magus had faced many a foe, he would soon face a great deal more, powers the likes of which he had never envisaged before. His true calling would soon become apparent.
It was time to prove once again to a new audience that he was truly the Grandest Magus of all.
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Prologue
[spoiler]A weary Rubick entered the study he had called home for the past ten years of his life. With a simple snap of his fingers, the darkened room was suddenly aglow with candle-flame as the door he had entered by shut, revealing its cozy, relaxed nature. The walls were covered with bookcases, in turn filled to the brim with new writings and ancient tomes alike, “organized” in a such a haphazard way only its master could interpret. What was still visible of the walls was a dark brown wood, warmly reflecting the light from the numerous candelabras that littered the room, leftover wax from the candles they held slowly dripping its way down to the lush, carpeted ground below. The room was also furnished generously, silken lounge chairs and expertly-crafted reading tables in every corner, all well-used, making the space seem somewhat smaller than it actually was. A half-finished game of Claddish Chess remained on the table next to the window that governed the western side of the study, at the moment tightly shut and hidden by heavy, embroidered drapery, allowing no extraneous light within.
However, Rubick was moving towards the centerpiece of the room, a wide, powerful desk of ebony, and the velvet-lined, comfortable chair that lay slightly askew behind it. The Grand Magus plopped into the chair without ceremony, leaning his sore body into the plush fabric as he exuded a long sigh, sounding otherworldly as it filtered through his war mask. “Hah…” he muttered as he loosened his cowl and hung it over the back of his seat, feeling feverishly hot from exertion. But while his body was tuckered out, his mind hadn’t even broken a sweat; in the moment it may have been satisfying, but in retrospect, it had been easy. Just as every war had been. The emptiness that filled him grew slightly larger.
But as bored and unstimulated as his mind was, there was yet more to do. His responsibility as the Grand Magus demanded it. With a simple flick of his hand, he telekinetically sifted through the scrolls and papers on his desk, his other summoning a quill from its inkwell, a trail of black ink left on the desk in its wake. He rubbed his head as he grew frustrated searching through the chaos until finally finding a blank sheet of parchment. Without ceremony, he began writing a letter to King Ostarion, Lord of the Wraith Kingdom in the south.
He hummed to himself tiredly as he got through the first paragraph, drawing upon every blessing and honor he knew. Word had told him that Ostarion refused to even look at personal letters if they didn’t contain the necessary praise of his wraithly, undead glory, and with how dire the current situation was, he couldn’t be afford to be ignored. He felt like he was practically kowtowing in his presence already...how humble the Grand Magus of all people had to be at times...
But it was necessary, and Rubick was never one to remain in a state of inaction. Truth be told, while his mind in the present was utterly bored with the current proceedings of his life, his mind in the future was exceedingly worried. He had faced the Undying in combat but a few days ago, battling once again for the Ancients that had called their aid. Normally, he was a tough combatant. He didn’t possess the title Undying for nothing, after all. But in this particular bout he was undoubtedly stronger. Rubick’s abilities to sense energies were second to none, and the sheer power emanating from that hunk of unliving flesh was choking. It could only mean one thing; The Dead God’s powers were rising once again. His acolytes had already wiped out many a town or village with alarming speed, but if his champion was so strong, he could barely imagine how quickly they might desecrate an entire nation. It was mere speculation, of course, but something had to be done pre-emptively to halt this assured advance. If Ostarion would be willing to rally his own undead kingdom forth against this threat, surely others would follow suit. And while he could tell that the four other heroes he had fought with that day could sense Undying’s growing power, out of all of them, Rubick held the most sway politically. He had to make the first move.
“Your...kingdom...naught but...dust…” the Magus muttered as he thought back to that terrifying sight, still scrawling upon the parchment at an almost frenzied pace. Undying was truly larger than life itself that day; in the sense that it looked and felt like it could swallow life whole. If it were any other hero with such skill and strength, Rubick would have never felt more alive in battle. But in its presence...he never felt more dead.
“Oh, Rubick?”
Startled from his thoughts, the Magus dropped his quill to look up at the unexpected visitor.
“Wh-who….you!?” yelped Rubick as he jolted up from his seat, reaching for his staff reflexively. But his mind must have been even more tired than he had thought, seeing as he had left the bloody thing in the study’s antechamber.
“Oh I knew you’d forget it...why else would I come now of all times?”
Rubick sputtered for a moment until he surmised that he was in no immediate danger, as he slunk back into his chair. “I should’ve known...your abilities as an Oracle must have surmised the same conclusion as I...at any rate, h-how did you get in here?”
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The Oracle chuckled, his metallic, golden-blue robes rustling as he floated in place, looking like some sort of ethereal spectre just barely clinging to the physical realm. His inhuman lips curled into a imperturbable grin, both malicious and benevolent. “You should know not to ask, “how,” in my presence...and I’m afraid, I’m not here over something so, mundane.”
“Hmmph...I’d ask you to have a seat but you seem rather comfortable as you are…” he sighed. “Knowing your abilities this goes against my better judgement...but my curiosity is piqued. What do you speak of? I certainly hope you’re not here to set your dog Mordred upon me like last time.”
“Fate is a fickle mistress, Magus,” whispered the Oracle, averting his gaze to some indefinite point in the middle distance. “After all, it was you who tried to end me first, was it, not? Surely, some self-defense was...necessitated.”
Rubick smiled under his war mask as his initial shock began to subside. “Indeed. Couldn’t be helped considering the circumstances.” He drummed the fingers of his gloved hands on his desk as he tilted his head to one side. “But I imagine you’re here to take vengeance upon me with prophecy now?”
“Mmmm, well,” the Oracle melodically hummed, “much like any, interpretation of the future, it all depends on, how you see it.” With a twitch of his thumbs, he idly spun the orb floating between his hands that shone an otherworldly light into the study. “Why not indulge me and find out?”
The Magus bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment, in thought. But it didn’t take long for the curiosity that defined him to answer for him. “Very well,” he replied.
The Oracle turned his bulbous eyes to the sorcerer and bowed his head in return. “Then I shall waste no time standing on ceremony.” He drew closer as he turned his head to the orb in his hands, directing its movements as he began to descry his prophecy through it. “I came because unlike any I have met, your future is a most singularly interesting one...one that you yourself have been uninformed of until now. You have reached the peak of what this world can offer...but another beckons you...sends you an invitation…” He once again smiled his inscrutable grin as he looked at the Magus “that you cannot refuse.”
Rubick gripped the desk tightly as he considered the words; one conclusion above all leapt to his mind. “Death comes for me, doesn’t it.”
At this the Oracle burst out in inhuman laughter. “I expected more of you Magus...typical of humanity to always dread that which comes inevitably...I already told you that your future was singularly interesting. What’s so singularly interesting, about death?”
Rubick once again got up from his seat, leaning towards the Oracle as he gripped his desk ever-tighter “But...what else is there? I must know, I must be prepared...and this responsibility, the Dead God must be-”
The Oracle waved his hand to silence him as he spoke again. “I have told you all that my prophecy can provide...you will learn the rest soon enough. And as I recall...I thought this position had already left you dead within? Huhu…this is not where you belong, Rubick, however suited for the job you are...”
At this, all Rubick could do was remain silent, staring away from the incorporeal figure before him as he sat down, in deep rumination.
With a final smile, the Oracle turned towards the door of his study. “I’ll see myself out, shall I?”
“Hm-hm…” he muttered as he drifted through the doorframe, shutting it behind him to leave the Magus with his thoughts. As he phased out of his existence in one of the many possible realities of Rubick’s quarters in the Tower of the Society, he looked once again into the spinning, discerning orb that had divined the Magus’s future.
“So it goes…”
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(pertinent how and when here)
Rubick eventually looked up from his stupor about twenty minutes after the Oracle left, not surprised to see that the specter had vanished. He attempted to shrug off the mysterious prophecy he had just been given as he looked down at the letter he was supposed to be writing, still left unfinished. He grasped his quill pen tightly, a chunk of feather crumpling in his vice-like grip. He continued to write, more slowly and deliberately; but how could he? He had been given far too much to think about within these past few minutes. His mind still dwelled upon the future, and his normally haphazard script was suffering as a result. With a sigh, he dropped his pen and held his head in his hands. This was impossible in his state of mind.
He eventually got up and walked to the window, displacing the drapes as a shaft of raw moonlight filtered in through the glass, which doubled as a door to the outside balcony. Without delay he threw open these doors open, letting the cool, night wind permeate his vestments. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind.
But as his head twitched, turning his head from the starry skies to the view of the grounds of the tower before him, his mind felt once again clouded. These were his to protect. Even the mages within it, most of whom had attempted to kill the Magus more than once, were still like sons and daughters to him. Immature children that required his leadership and presence to direct their untapped potential. But this prophecy changed all of that; whether in a few years, months, or hours, he could most undoubtedly be gone. The Society would be defenseless. His vast stores of knowledge, everything he and his unending curiosity had sought to work for in this life, would become ash upon the wind. And if the Dead God was growing as powerful as he had hypothesized, even the Society would fall without effective guidance. Meanwhile, the Insubstantial Eleven were just that: insubstantial, incorporeal. They barely had one foot in reality, the other firmly lodged in a higher plane of existence. All they were to the Society could be summed up as being a mere collection of dictionaries and grimoires. What could they possibly do!?
Once again, he held his head in one hand, slamming the banister with another. Fear and worry surged into his being again. So much so that he didn't notice the light of the moon seem to grow substantially brighter. He looked up, seeing it fall upon him without warning. All Rubick could make out with his shock-widened eyes was a singular, strange form from within. Before his brain could even process it, the light had consumed him.
Then all was black.[/spoiler]
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Semi-fitting Theme Song (seeing as this glorious bastard doesn't already have one of his own)
Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 1
TEC: 4
Starting Proficiencies:
Starting Powers:
Basic Telekinesis (400 OM)
Starting Moves:
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
I do indeed
Where did you find us?
I found yinz when I was sort of bored and I wanted to get involved in RP again. Came from your spot on TopRPSites. The appeal came from just being something i haven't really experienced before, being a stat-based RP as well as a crossover; it seems like this is gonna be a lot of fun, can't wait to meet you guys.
Character source: Dota
Brief Description:
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[/spoiler]Rubick is a human being of average height, about 5'9". He possesses a build that could be described as outwardly thin and weak. However, through combat, he has become stronger than he seems. He moves in a bird-like manner in many respects, often twitchy and even somewhat inhuman to those who haven't met him, due to a mixture of the arcane energies that flood him, and the unending curiosity that drives him. He can move normally, but to him, it's natural. His proclivity to sandals reveals that his skin tone is also a strange grey, also due to the sheer amount of kinds of magic that flows through him.
As for his face, no one has ever seen it, as he keeps his warmask on whenever in public. His speech, of a rather high-class timbre, is therefore warped by this mask.
This link should provide an excellent idea of what he sounds like.
Character history: This Rubick is Dota 2's version. He'll be entering the Omniverse after he has attained the rank of Grand Magus, more than a few successful defenses of both Radiant and Dire Ancient shards, and a fateful meeting which is expounded upon in the Prologue.
From the day he was born, Rubick seemed destined for greatness, being the only son of the intrepid mage Aghanim. However, few would surmise he would become nearly as powerful, and nearly as peculiar as he is today.
Under the tutelage of numerous mages, wizards, warlocks, and witches since he could read, a young Rubick became accustomed to all sorts of energies associated with magic. Whereas most apprentice magicians are bathed in the energies of a singular master, the future-Grand Magus became unconsciously aware of magic’s many forms and sources by experiencing more than a few first-hand. From fire to ice, light to dark, physical to incorporeal, more and more forms of knowledge and power became known to Rubick as he continued his studies. Some might call this education unfortunate: in Rubick’s world, a simple wizard often knows but a few spells at the most, and specialization is practically a necessity in order to maximize their effectiveness. However, it proved advantageous to the young mage: it sparked within him an undying curiosity to learn and become more; and it would pave the way for him to become the most powerful Magus yet to pass the judgement of the Hidden Council.
As Rubick grew in strength and ability, becoming a renowned duelist and warrior of magic, he continued to experience ever more of magic’s intricacies. But the charm soon wore off. The rest of the world was practically drowning in magic, his planet becoming more and more of a battleground for great nations and gods with every passing year. His restless spirit grew tired of merely feeling these swirling eddies of ethereal power around him, watching them fizzle into nothingness. He wished to further understand them, perhaps, to use them for his own. It was a daunting task, unattempted by any mage before him, but he was more than up to it.
Around the time he was recognized as a full-fledged member of the Arcane Society of the Hidden Council, his world’s most prestigious magical institution and a place outwardly free of the turmoil that surrounded it, he began to use the resources now available to him to conduct numerous experiments in regards to semi-artificially replicating different forms of magical energies. Stubborn as a dog despite his many failures (laced with the cheerful relaxation of a friendly magical spar now and again...and the dispatching the would-be assassins that were commissioned to take his life from mages who feared Rubick's potential), the budding Magus eventually discovered the complex mental formulae that would allow him to take on literally any spell or power he desired.
But Rubick was ill-contented with simply possessing such invaluable arcane knowledge. It was worthless unless he found an extraordinarily interesting way to use it. After all, being a simple Magus of the Society was growing rather boring; the same mages to duel, the same duties to perform, the same spells and daggers meant to stop his heart tossed casually his way, made Rubick a rather dull boy.
One day, in a rather sudden turn of events, Rubick publicly declared his intentions to kill a Magus. This sparked an understandable outrage among the Society. Practically since the day it was founded, it had been plunged into the subtleties of political intrigue and secret ambitions, magi of all kinds and abilities following their own ways to control. It was not dissimilar to a king's corrupt court, filled with nobles desperate for recognition, wealth, and power. Despite the outward serenity that the Society put on for the general public that looked up to them and commissioned their services, it was in truth a den of vicious animals, ready to cannibalize one another for the sake of advancement. But now, the entire hushed, savage atmosphere of the Hidden Council’s order was broken with a singular announcement from an upstart charlatan whose studies were supposedly fruitless (seeing as Rubick had "neglected" to report his findings). Naturally, a great number of the Society bore down on Rubick, seeking to teach the young fool a lesson with the combined magical force of an entire army.
Unbeknownst to them, Rubick was well-prepared and had expected such a response. Through his own knowledge of the Society's true nature and his cleverness, he got the magi to play straight into his hands. As he entered the Tower of the Society on the fateful day of his ascension, a veritable maelstrom of magical energy of all sorts descended upon him. Curses, hexes, and incantations of all sorts set out to poison, freeze, incinerate, electrocute, and generally displace the atoms in the so-called fool’s body to occupy the space of the entire entrance hall. Unfortunately, these illustrious mages had absolutely no idea what was about to befall them.
Rubick’s natural understanding of and resilience to multiple magical energies, combined with carefully crafted protection charms and spells set in place in advance, barely shielded him from the initial onslaught. Already he felt exhausted as he simply fell to the ground, feigning death. But as his plan fell into place, he knew that he wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.
Suddenly from within the group of magi facing Rubick, a cry of anguish pierced the eerie silence that followed the calculated assault. Stricken with a hex of barbed chains gripping his body tightly, the first of many magi fell, choking and spasming as his life bled from his body, his longevity enchantment expiring as the rest of his body withered to ash. Knowing the spell to be of the current Inquisitor Magus, wands and staves were turned in his direction as everyone present immediately claimed treachery. But soon, another mage was stricken with a mighty gust of wind, knocking him backwards into a column. Another was bitten by a deathly, chilling frost, nearly frozen solid, yet another yelped in surprise as his silken robes caught fire spontaneously. With only a few simple uses of stolen spells, panic set in amongst the normally collected group, and soon these makeshift allies revealed their true colors as the bitter enemies they were inside. The greatest battle the Society had ever faced was upon them, and it was against themselves no less. The air was rife with crackling energies, power flooding the entrance hall, stifling every breath the magi took as they fought for what seemed like hours, none suspecting that the seemingly dead Rubick had something to do with it.
That is until the crafty devil himself, his garb glowing an unnatural green in response to the residual energies surrounding him, leapt to his feet, sandals clacking on the bloody, ash-stained marble floor as he passed the corpses of the fallen and the half-dead magi still standing. Too tired to continue the fight with their true enemy as the realization dawned on those not yet dead, they simply let him pass, a Scroll of Petition in his hand as he came before the presence of the Hidden Council at the very top of the Tower. Seeing his cleverness and arcane ability, the Insubstantial Eleven that composed the Council soon unanimously declared the outwardly overly curious, inept, twitchy Rubick as the Grand Magus. His place in the history of magic had been firmly cemented. And even then, Rubick’s thirst for knowledge and the power that lay with it would not be quenched. New position in hand, his scepter in the other, he led the great Society he had bested to a new age of progress and influence.
However, after many years of successfully fulfilling his new duties, considered by many to be the greatest Grand Magus in the history of the Society, he soon found himself bored again, ever desperate for new challenges that his managerial position did not often provide. Though he often participated in wars alongside the magi he commanded, whether his skills were commissioned by great kingdoms or by a shard of the Ancients that said kingdoms protected, they were soon becoming mere trifles, easily-resolved interruptions to his otherwise simple life. Even knowledge of the world itself, it seemed, was beginning to run out as he acquired tomes and grimoires of nearly every known magical discipline on his planet. He had gained further insight into magic, the meaning behind the Ancients that seemed to spur unending war in his world, the Titans and Fundamentals that created and composed his Universe, and even the philosophy and order behind life itself, than nearly all of his contemporaries. Even the simple joy of friendship and camraderie at his level of importance and knowledgeability was difficult to come by. Alas, his position didn't seem as Grand as when he had first taken the reins. He craved something new to mend the growing emptiness rending through his life, desperately.
Little did he know that his need would soon be met. In the near future awaited for him the ultimate test of his abilities...though the Grand Magus had faced many a foe, he would soon face a great deal more, powers the likes of which he had never envisaged before. His true calling would soon become apparent.
It was time to prove once again to a new audience that he was truly the Grandest Magus of all.
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Prologue
[spoiler]A weary Rubick entered the study he had called home for the past ten years of his life. With a simple snap of his fingers, the darkened room was suddenly aglow with candle-flame as the door he had entered by shut, revealing its cozy, relaxed nature. The walls were covered with bookcases, in turn filled to the brim with new writings and ancient tomes alike, “organized” in a such a haphazard way only its master could interpret. What was still visible of the walls was a dark brown wood, warmly reflecting the light from the numerous candelabras that littered the room, leftover wax from the candles they held slowly dripping its way down to the lush, carpeted ground below. The room was also furnished generously, silken lounge chairs and expertly-crafted reading tables in every corner, all well-used, making the space seem somewhat smaller than it actually was. A half-finished game of Claddish Chess remained on the table next to the window that governed the western side of the study, at the moment tightly shut and hidden by heavy, embroidered drapery, allowing no extraneous light within.
However, Rubick was moving towards the centerpiece of the room, a wide, powerful desk of ebony, and the velvet-lined, comfortable chair that lay slightly askew behind it. The Grand Magus plopped into the chair without ceremony, leaning his sore body into the plush fabric as he exuded a long sigh, sounding otherworldly as it filtered through his war mask. “Hah…” he muttered as he loosened his cowl and hung it over the back of his seat, feeling feverishly hot from exertion. But while his body was tuckered out, his mind hadn’t even broken a sweat; in the moment it may have been satisfying, but in retrospect, it had been easy. Just as every war had been. The emptiness that filled him grew slightly larger.
But as bored and unstimulated as his mind was, there was yet more to do. His responsibility as the Grand Magus demanded it. With a simple flick of his hand, he telekinetically sifted through the scrolls and papers on his desk, his other summoning a quill from its inkwell, a trail of black ink left on the desk in its wake. He rubbed his head as he grew frustrated searching through the chaos until finally finding a blank sheet of parchment. Without ceremony, he began writing a letter to King Ostarion, Lord of the Wraith Kingdom in the south.
He hummed to himself tiredly as he got through the first paragraph, drawing upon every blessing and honor he knew. Word had told him that Ostarion refused to even look at personal letters if they didn’t contain the necessary praise of his wraithly, undead glory, and with how dire the current situation was, he couldn’t be afford to be ignored. He felt like he was practically kowtowing in his presence already...how humble the Grand Magus of all people had to be at times...
But it was necessary, and Rubick was never one to remain in a state of inaction. Truth be told, while his mind in the present was utterly bored with the current proceedings of his life, his mind in the future was exceedingly worried. He had faced the Undying in combat but a few days ago, battling once again for the Ancients that had called their aid. Normally, he was a tough combatant. He didn’t possess the title Undying for nothing, after all. But in this particular bout he was undoubtedly stronger. Rubick’s abilities to sense energies were second to none, and the sheer power emanating from that hunk of unliving flesh was choking. It could only mean one thing; The Dead God’s powers were rising once again. His acolytes had already wiped out many a town or village with alarming speed, but if his champion was so strong, he could barely imagine how quickly they might desecrate an entire nation. It was mere speculation, of course, but something had to be done pre-emptively to halt this assured advance. If Ostarion would be willing to rally his own undead kingdom forth against this threat, surely others would follow suit. And while he could tell that the four other heroes he had fought with that day could sense Undying’s growing power, out of all of them, Rubick held the most sway politically. He had to make the first move.
“Your...kingdom...naught but...dust…” the Magus muttered as he thought back to that terrifying sight, still scrawling upon the parchment at an almost frenzied pace. Undying was truly larger than life itself that day; in the sense that it looked and felt like it could swallow life whole. If it were any other hero with such skill and strength, Rubick would have never felt more alive in battle. But in its presence...he never felt more dead.
“Oh, Rubick?”
Startled from his thoughts, the Magus dropped his quill to look up at the unexpected visitor.
“Wh-who….you!?” yelped Rubick as he jolted up from his seat, reaching for his staff reflexively. But his mind must have been even more tired than he had thought, seeing as he had left the bloody thing in the study’s antechamber.
“Oh I knew you’d forget it...why else would I come now of all times?”
Rubick sputtered for a moment until he surmised that he was in no immediate danger, as he slunk back into his chair. “I should’ve known...your abilities as an Oracle must have surmised the same conclusion as I...at any rate, h-how did you get in here?”
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The Oracle chuckled, his metallic, golden-blue robes rustling as he floated in place, looking like some sort of ethereal spectre just barely clinging to the physical realm. His inhuman lips curled into a imperturbable grin, both malicious and benevolent. “You should know not to ask, “how,” in my presence...and I’m afraid, I’m not here over something so, mundane.”
“Hmmph...I’d ask you to have a seat but you seem rather comfortable as you are…” he sighed. “Knowing your abilities this goes against my better judgement...but my curiosity is piqued. What do you speak of? I certainly hope you’re not here to set your dog Mordred upon me like last time.”
“Fate is a fickle mistress, Magus,” whispered the Oracle, averting his gaze to some indefinite point in the middle distance. “After all, it was you who tried to end me first, was it, not? Surely, some self-defense was...necessitated.”
Rubick smiled under his war mask as his initial shock began to subside. “Indeed. Couldn’t be helped considering the circumstances.” He drummed the fingers of his gloved hands on his desk as he tilted his head to one side. “But I imagine you’re here to take vengeance upon me with prophecy now?”
“Mmmm, well,” the Oracle melodically hummed, “much like any, interpretation of the future, it all depends on, how you see it.” With a twitch of his thumbs, he idly spun the orb floating between his hands that shone an otherworldly light into the study. “Why not indulge me and find out?”
The Magus bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment, in thought. But it didn’t take long for the curiosity that defined him to answer for him. “Very well,” he replied.
The Oracle turned his bulbous eyes to the sorcerer and bowed his head in return. “Then I shall waste no time standing on ceremony.” He drew closer as he turned his head to the orb in his hands, directing its movements as he began to descry his prophecy through it. “I came because unlike any I have met, your future is a most singularly interesting one...one that you yourself have been uninformed of until now. You have reached the peak of what this world can offer...but another beckons you...sends you an invitation…” He once again smiled his inscrutable grin as he looked at the Magus “that you cannot refuse.”
Rubick gripped the desk tightly as he considered the words; one conclusion above all leapt to his mind. “Death comes for me, doesn’t it.”
At this the Oracle burst out in inhuman laughter. “I expected more of you Magus...typical of humanity to always dread that which comes inevitably...I already told you that your future was singularly interesting. What’s so singularly interesting, about death?”
Rubick once again got up from his seat, leaning towards the Oracle as he gripped his desk ever-tighter “But...what else is there? I must know, I must be prepared...and this responsibility, the Dead God must be-”
The Oracle waved his hand to silence him as he spoke again. “I have told you all that my prophecy can provide...you will learn the rest soon enough. And as I recall...I thought this position had already left you dead within? Huhu…this is not where you belong, Rubick, however suited for the job you are...”
At this, all Rubick could do was remain silent, staring away from the incorporeal figure before him as he sat down, in deep rumination.
With a final smile, the Oracle turned towards the door of his study. “I’ll see myself out, shall I?”
“Hm-hm…” he muttered as he drifted through the doorframe, shutting it behind him to leave the Magus with his thoughts. As he phased out of his existence in one of the many possible realities of Rubick’s quarters in the Tower of the Society, he looked once again into the spinning, discerning orb that had divined the Magus’s future.
“So it goes…”
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(pertinent how and when here)
Rubick eventually looked up from his stupor about twenty minutes after the Oracle left, not surprised to see that the specter had vanished. He attempted to shrug off the mysterious prophecy he had just been given as he looked down at the letter he was supposed to be writing, still left unfinished. He grasped his quill pen tightly, a chunk of feather crumpling in his vice-like grip. He continued to write, more slowly and deliberately; but how could he? He had been given far too much to think about within these past few minutes. His mind still dwelled upon the future, and his normally haphazard script was suffering as a result. With a sigh, he dropped his pen and held his head in his hands. This was impossible in his state of mind.
He eventually got up and walked to the window, displacing the drapes as a shaft of raw moonlight filtered in through the glass, which doubled as a door to the outside balcony. Without delay he threw open these doors open, letting the cool, night wind permeate his vestments. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind.
But as his head twitched, turning his head from the starry skies to the view of the grounds of the tower before him, his mind felt once again clouded. These were his to protect. Even the mages within it, most of whom had attempted to kill the Magus more than once, were still like sons and daughters to him. Immature children that required his leadership and presence to direct their untapped potential. But this prophecy changed all of that; whether in a few years, months, or hours, he could most undoubtedly be gone. The Society would be defenseless. His vast stores of knowledge, everything he and his unending curiosity had sought to work for in this life, would become ash upon the wind. And if the Dead God was growing as powerful as he had hypothesized, even the Society would fall without effective guidance. Meanwhile, the Insubstantial Eleven were just that: insubstantial, incorporeal. They barely had one foot in reality, the other firmly lodged in a higher plane of existence. All they were to the Society could be summed up as being a mere collection of dictionaries and grimoires. What could they possibly do!?
Once again, he held his head in one hand, slamming the banister with another. Fear and worry surged into his being again. So much so that he didn't notice the light of the moon seem to grow substantially brighter. He looked up, seeing it fall upon him without warning. All Rubick could make out with his shock-widened eyes was a singular, strange form from within. Before his brain could even process it, the light had consumed him.
Then all was black.[/spoiler]
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Semi-fitting Theme Song (seeing as this glorious bastard doesn't already have one of his own)
Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 1
TEC: 4
Starting Proficiencies:
- Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)
- Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600 OM)
- Remote Control Proficiency (600 OM)
- Physical Strength (1000 OM)
Starting Powers:
Basic Telekinesis (400 OM)
Starting Moves:
- Staff of the Magus (300 OM; Physical Strength)
- Rubick's staff, with an outer layer of a black, hard, metallic wood called ebonthe, possesses a cylindrical core that contains the raw essence of Rubick's magical power. It stands at about five feet tall, with a thickness such as that a human being can comfortably grasp it in one or both hands. A green substance somewhere between that of a liquid and a solid is suspended within the interior, pooling at the top of the staff in a fashion similar to that of candle wax, a byproduct of the many incantations he uses intermingled with his own signature form of arcane energy. While it may look outwardly fragile, ebonthe is by nature a tough wood, and its structure has been enhanced by a number of different charms and incantations. After a particularly unfortunate duel that nearly cost him his life early on in his training, Rubick came to realize that having his staff break in the middle of combat was a very real possibility, whether through a stray bolt of energy or a sudden attack with a blade. He therefore not only reinforced his staff in this manner, but also learned how to wield it as a melee weapon. When used as such, the staff can be used to block and/or deflect blades and fists. It can also be used to inflict blunt force trauma when swung hard enough, or knock the wind out of someone with a good thrust to the stomach, but usually the most it does is cause bruising.
- Arcane Bolt (600 OM, Ranged Proficiency)
- Being a Magus of the highest calibre, Rubick's staff is of course not merely used for bashing the heads of would-be assailants. It also provides a source of power for his main attack. This attack can be cast instantaneously as a bolt of neon green, scouring energy. It can also be charged for up to ten seconds, the volume and attack strength of the energy bolt increasing, speed slightly decreasing, as it gains power within his staff. Being struck with a bolt such as this inflicts a burning sensation, and, depending on the size of the bolt, can feel like getting hit with a quick a jab at its weakest, or a freight train at its most powerful. This bolt can be cast instantaneously without the use of the staff, however the charged version of any amount of time beyond one second of the bolt requires the staff to use properly. However, there are limits to this power: successive casts of weaker versions of the bolt will leave Rubick fatigued, and a fully charged Arcane Bolt will leave him utterly exhausted, meaning he must take time to regain his strength.
- Telekinetic Repulse (300 OM, Telekinesis, Ranged Proficiency, Remote Control Proficiency, Ranged Materialize Proficiency)
- A simple exercise in Rubick's telekinetic power, this ability allows the Magus to take a single target, Prime or otherwise, and fling it away from him. This move is invisible to all, except Primes with enhanced senses or a TEC stat greater than half of Rubick's; otherwise, the attack will appear to be a fast-moving wave of green energy, and will feel like being slammed with a wall of water, sans the wetness. The strength of this slam depends on the distance the target is from Rubick: at maximum range (30 meters), this ability will feel like a light slap felt on the target's abdomen, barely noticeable. At 20 meters, this ability can become effectively disruptive, enough to knock the target off his/her feet. At 10 meters, the target will be genuinely pushed back, and all but the most stable or nimble will find their footing completely dismantled. At point blank, this ability is a devastating concussive force, enough to cause bruising or internal injury to those without strong DEF compared to Rubick's ATK. In addition, the target will be unerringly sent flying away from the Magus regardless of the target's DEF, unless the target can somehow create distance between him/herself and Rubick before the cast time ends. The flight will take the target at least 10 meters away from him before the momentum provided by the telekinetic attack ceases. When combined with a wall, large rock, etc, close enough to Rubick, this attack can be even more damaging.
This attack requires for Rubick to set aside a second of concentration in order to charge the Repulse's power with his mind. Any less, and the attack will simply fizzle out. It also requires a gesture with his hand to direct his mental energies (an outwards-facing palm, usually), meaning if his arms are bound or otherwise incapacitated, he cannot perform the attack.
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