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Post The Lorian Chronicles [Public Demo Phase]
"It is time, Ortza, we must now free those set to be reborn. It has been... too long. Truthfully, I hadn't expected that we'd be this far flung into the future. I've already scouted the area out. The world hasn't changed much since our time, and yet, to me, these people seem happier.

... We are sorry, for we did not think it would ever occur. Your world is no longer prosperous. No matter, those who chose to be reborn, will, and others, the legacies of their ancestors will be realized.

Come, it is time to complete the rebirth cycle. It is time for them to meet the world of Lorias. It is time for a new tale to be told."


The Lorian Chronicles

Welcome, one and all, to the public demo of The Lorian Chronicles. Being that this is a public demo, it is still in a test phase. Further, you will each be able to download a text-only copy of the core rule book, though the final release will include supplementary rule books as well, such as monster manuals, the book of religions, and so on.

All progress made in the public demo will be carried over to the official release. Do note that some systems may be altered slightly in that time, and it is best that you check back.

Furthermore, while we have two artists working on it, any others who are willing to contribute their artwork will be credited and potentially paid depending on what is negotiated.

Thank you for your participation, your encouragement, and your time. Please enjoy the public demo of The Lorian Chronicles.



Fixes List from Public Demo
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    -Fixed difference between some skill descriptions and skill entries.
    -Clarified some leveled skill details.
    -Punctuation and typo fixes.
    -Allowed one extra skill point in vocations when a racial knowledge overlaps a vocational knowledge. This skill point can only be used on a skill that has a +1 bonus or is traded for.
    -Added missing facilities.
    -Added missing info on stamina. Stamina is an optional system that techniques and physical tasks use in place of will. It is up to the GM to decide if their campaign uses it.
    -Added explanation of defense.
    -Added full stat descriptors.
    -Added citizen types.
    -Added warning and idea text boxes to help players.

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Post Re: The Lorian Chronicles [Public Demo Phase]
"You are not a Meridian. You are not a follower of our faith. You have never once considered the validity of our order..."

The girl remained kneeling in the audience chambers, her shoulder-length hair shadowing her pearly skin and blue eyes.

"... Yet we have heard of your exploits, and we sympathize with what has happened to you and your family. Perhaps... Something within yourself has brought you to us. Or, maybe it was fate that brought you here."

"Fate?" The girl's deep tone questioned, "There is no fate in this world, only consequence."

"No matter, your training will begin tomorrow. Best get some sleep."

The words of Misha's mentors echoed through her mind. They were only eight years ago yet they were still as fresh as the dew that greets the morning. In those years she trained among the Mer of Avonia, high in the mountains, protected from beast and drake alike by sheer cliffs, high winds, and a fleet of people born to slay dragons. Misha had lived as a monk from a young age, training her body and mind to heal the world and find her place. Though from Vel-Da-Ir, her training would be cut short.

Despite the setbacks she faced, she was finally ready. She had been keen to follow her studies, to set forth on a journey to right the wrongs of those who would do wrong to the world, and to hopefully bring peace to herself.

When she was called, she stepped up to the master, accepting a scroll from the young head monk in white robes. He smiled at Misha and gave her a few words before she stepped back, "I look forward to one day hearing of your exploits, Miss Misha."

"I hope to one day have exploits worth hearing." She replied.

She turned and knelt back at her pillow alongside the other monk graduates of Avonia's Mer Temple, a massive structure formed from elegantly refined marble, granite, and gold. They sat in the chamber of kings, were two statues stood, each depicting the key gods of the Merfolk; Mik-Ka-El and Phi-Le-Na. Misha couldn't help but marvel every time she was near the statues, and remembered in her youth how she'd vow to surpass him. Perhaps she would.

When the graduation ceremony concluded, Misha packed up her belongings; A small sum of 500 Legeniums, her various undergarments and cosmetics, a mess kit, and a water bottle, her black belt, substituting it for her favourite hand-made pink belt to match her tunic and leggings, and of course, her sakkat and tonfa. She made the bed and took one last look at her living quarters before closing the door and turning in her key. From this point on, she had one goal; Become as strong as she could, and the strongest fighter in all of Lorias.

Upon exiting Avonia proper and then the lower walls, she asked the Meridian Seraphs posted outside for directions to Vel-Da-Ir. Due east. Though, the only bridge was south, and so she would go southwards first, and then north-east through the eastern portion of the Meridian Grasslands. No roads guided her, only intuition and gut. If she had to be honest, it was quite exciting, unlike when she first set out. She spotted the bridge in question and made her way across. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't making the best of time. By this time it was already noon.

"I guess it's true, roads do make it easier to travel." She thought to herself before taking a drink. Even crossing the bridge was less than ideal since the wood felt like it was just about ready to give out beneath her feet. She hoisted her backpack up again and continued. She had the option of trying to climb over the mountains, but that would likely take days to deal with, not to mention the greater threats lurking in said mountains. Instead, she opted to travel down the forest. What could a few bats and wild animals do anyways? Besides, if she chose to avoid nests, they wouldn't be a bother. Fairly solid logic in her mind.

What she never accounted for were non-animal dangers. Namely, bandits.

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Post Re: The Lorian Chronicles [Public Demo Phase]
Crast awoke from his slumber in the forest among his lackeys. They were a lot that had ditched the notions of society and made their own group of bandits. Drinking, gaming, eating, sleeping. If they happened on a caravan, maybe looting.

"Maybe." He repeated to himself.

"Hasn't been a caravan in days, and we're all out."

At least, those were his dreams. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for anyone who crossed his path, while he hadn't succeeded in traditional society, he didn't succeed as a bandit either. If it wasn't a branch that broke at just the wrong moment, it was someone tripping and tumbling down a hill, someone losing sight of the target, or worse yet, they themselves losing their valuables to the caravan.

"It has to stop though!" He exclaimed with an angry expression, "I'm sick of losing! I want to win, damn it!"

Footsteps rushed to them, and a third lackey appeared.

"Someone's coming! Alone, too! We can take her easily!"

Crast's brown eyes widened with excitement as he grabbed his twin machetes. The other goons following him readied their weapons and jumped into the trees, prepared to start an ambush. He himself would take point on the road, donning a helmet he happened across one day in his previous bandit gang.

"Man, don't people know how to travel these days?" He pondered to himself a moment before heading to the bend in the road.

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Misha was approaching the bend in the road when she saw the man, standing well close to six feet tall holding a palm out with his hand on his blade.

"Halt! Road's closed. Drop everything you have and you can pass." The man with slicked back beige hair announced. Misha looked him over and laughed a little to herself.

"Really? You must be kidding. Look bud, I don't know who taught you to fight, but that's no way to handle your gear."

"excuse me?" Crast questioned, puzzled at the girl's statement.

"Look, if you want to rob people, you gotta be prepared..." Misha began. Before stating anything further, she was already at Crast's neck with her tonfa drawn. He desperately tried reaching over his shoulder to draw at least one of his machetes, but his blades were attached far too low for him to reach. Added to that was the pressure on his neck from the blade which pressured him even more to concede.

"See? You should spend less time daydreaming about Legeniums and actually take some lessons."

"B-Bah! I don't need lessons from some chick!" He shouted reaching for Misha's lower body.

That was when Crast realized the even bigger error he made.

"... Wait a minute..."

"Yeah. You don't need to be a master of anatomy to understand the error of that statement." Misha confirmed, "Oh, and you should tell your friends to back off too, otherwise this blade's going to cut you a bit too deep for your personal well-being."

"Urk...!" Crast grunted, "F-Fine! You win... We'll give you passage this once."

"Ah ah ah, that's not all now. For being a sexual predator, I'm going to have to have some money and food."

"W-We have none!" Crast admitted, now crying slightly.

"None? Well... How about information. Any idea of, say... Treasures or rumours about the area? Or on the way to Vel-Da-Ir?" Misha prodded, both figuratively with words and literally with her blade.

"W-Well... There's a witch trial going on..."

"Witch trial? Isn't Vel-Da-Ir under rule of the Velians? I thought the Lumbraic Order was cast out of that town thousands of years ago."

"It's true... But the Lumbraic Order called for an inquisition! All the priests of Velian Orthodoxy and even the grand shogun Hiroko is being put to the cross!"

Misha's heart dropped and her face went pale in that instant. Even though she was cast out, and even though her parents suffered at the hands of the unjust ideals of the people, she felt a deep responsibility grow inside her to do the right thing. She couldn't just let the Lumbraic Inquisition kill innocents, and for what? For the use of magic? For being but partially human? For being something outside the norm and one who grows against the grain?

"What's your name?" Misha asked, demandingly.

"Crast..." The bandit meekly responded.

"You're no bandit. You're a damn hero now. Come with me to Vel-Da-Ir. If you help me, we'll fill your stomach and coin pouch. Theirs too, because you're bringing your friends."

"Y-Yes ma'am." Crast said with discouragement.

"Hey! Pick up the attitude. I'm not screwing around. We're saving that town." Misha demanded, "How long until we can make it there?"

"Probably a day... With a good night's rest and preparation." He responded.

"Not good enough. We're going there now. Pick up whatever you all can carry and we'll head over right now."

Misha did not listen to any objections in that moment. Crast shrugged when she began picking up what few goods they all had set around the area and began to help out. It looked like Crast would have to put his unsuccessful bandit career on hold until further notice. He figured anyways that it would be best to see what Misha had in mind, and maybe they'd all have full bellies for once. Maybe then he'd no longer be so unlucky, maybe he would have that house he had dreamed of in the countryside.

"Maybe." He uttered to himself.

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Post Re: The Lorian Chronicles [Public Demo Phase]
As the voices faded from the forest clearing the smalltime thugs had used as a temporary hideout, the soil near some retchweed shifted and a single reedflower shifted against the soil, the wind humming almost silently across the gap. As the last of their footsteps faded, the ground shifted and a man in a dirt-colored cape stood up. His eyes were blindfolded, and a length of reeflower stem dangled from his mouth. His face was lined with age, but his stance was that of a veteran warrior as he silently stood up, letting his skin serve as his ears - sensing the vibration of the others fading. A whitebug scurried away from his face as he smiled.

Vel-Da-Ir. He had heard the skilled fighter say it clearly, and the fumbling thief agree to show her the way. This far from home, even his careful maps prepared at home were more confusing squiggles and landmark references than showing a real direction. To hear that he was close to his objective made him glad he had trusted his instincts.

He quickly clambered up a tree, and into the branches - where the foliage gave him some cover from possible enemies. Listening to the birdsong from here, he managed to get a general handle of where the fighter and her cohort were headed. He wouldn't follow too closely, and instead chose to quietly leap from tree to tree just as he had practiced back home, listening to the changing tune of the birds in the forest as they alerted their fellows to the passage of humans and using it as a guide. He would go ahead once visual contact was established with the city proper, but for now - he recalled his sensei's teachings.

"Always assume the target you're tracking is aware of your pursuit. Stay downwind, and use traces of their passage to track them. The flowers, herbs, birds, the insects and the beasts of the world will serve as your guides. Avoid visual contact - assume that they are aware that you're on their tail."

For now, he would remain far behind - letting the grousing bandit wannabe and his cohorts light literal signal flares for him. If he was forced into combat, he could silence the thieves, but there was something about that fighter - if push came to shove, he'd be in for a hard fight, and with his guides slain, he'd be back to square one - having to rely on his own senses to find Vel Da Ir.

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"Are you sure you're fine with going alone?" the shaman asked him as they walked past the boundary of the village. "I know you've mastered survival, but what if-"

"Trust me, obaasan." he replied back. "If too many warriors go with me, it'll make for slower traveling - and an enemy might be able to trace us back to this hidden village. You said that the Blighted Light attacked Vel Da Ir, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then, there is no time to lose. The maps I have should be a sufficient guide."

"The world may have changed much since you chose to rest, however..."

"I'll find a way, obaasan."

"Ah, if only the Keeper of Secrets could transport you safely..." the shaman shook her head. "But even now he recovers from his terrible injuries. I think, if you make haste - you can manage to aid them as they aided us. And when you do..."

"Hm?"

"Send my warmest regards to Hiroko, won't you?"

"Hiroko? As in... Hajima Hiroko?"

"Indeed, that's her." the shaman smiled, her face folding into wrinkles at the memory. "Her special gift... has allowed her to survive for longer than you have lived - last I met her a hundred score years ago, though."

-

He recalled how the klutz thief mentioned that Hiroko was to be put to the cross by a 'witch trial'. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. He gritted his teeth in annoyance as he began to carefully move, mimicking that of a chameleon as he made his way carefully through the canopy layer - he had to get to this so-called trial, and put his defense attorney skills to the test once again.

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