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| | | image = Atavian-luminary.png | ||
| | | caption = An [[Atavian]] [[Luminary]]. | ||
| | | desc = Chickens?! | ||
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The [[Atavian|Atavians]] are a humanoid race, with lightweight bones and magnificent, feathered wings, descended from an ancient, bird-like people known as the [[Atav]]. They are visually very similar to [[Human|humans]], coming in all shapes and sizes, and their wings are seen in a wide range of hues, with the most traditional coloration being ivory or brilliant white. The racial home of the Atavians is the [[Aerie]], a remote village tucked away in the [[Vashnar Mountains|Vashnar mountain]] range. | |||
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With their powerful feathery-white wings, the race of Atavians lift themselves high into the sky. The freedom of this avian race is unmatched in the Midnight age, as is their talent for flight. They stand otherwise nearly identical to their Human cousins, though they view them with some measure of disdain. | With their powerful feathery-white wings, the race of Atavians lift themselves high into the sky. The freedom of this avian race is unmatched in the Midnight age, as is their talent for flight. They stand otherwise nearly identical to their Human cousins, though they view them with some measure of disdain. | ||
==Racial skills== | ==Racial skills== | ||
{{raceskills | |||
| name1 = Flight | |||
| desc1 = | |||
<li> The player has the power of flight. | |||
| name2 = Hover | |||
| desc2 = | |||
<li> Hovering provides a similar defense to the levitation buff. | |||
| name3 = Air Stability | |||
| desc3 = | |||
<li> This is a passive skill that keeps the player from being blown around while flying. | |||
| name4 = Blood Regen | |||
| desc4 = | |||
<li> This is a passive skill that increases the rate at which the player recovers blood. | |||
| name5 = Traverse | |||
| desc5 = | |||
<li> While flying, you can {{cmd|TRAVERSE <target>}} to travel to anybody in the same area outdoors as you. | |||
}} | |||
==Roleplay== | ==Roleplay== | ||
Atavian have a diverse range of roleplay choices, with players able to highlight their racial feature of wings and flight in many ways, such as through emotes emphasizing the movement of their wings, or through stories about their love of flying. Atavian are amalgamated very heavily into modern Aetolian society, opening the door to virtually any backstory you may desire, although some players enjoy emphasizing their connection to the race's home in Aerie. | Atavian have a diverse range of roleplay choices, with players able to highlight their racial feature of wings and flight in many ways, such as through emotes emphasizing the movement of their wings, or through stories about their love of flying. Atavian are amalgamated very heavily into modern Aetolian society, opening the door to virtually any backstory you may desire, although some players enjoy emphasizing their connection to the race's home in Aerie. | ||
== | ==Origins== | ||
As told by Orechnai: | As told by Orechnai: | ||
In the time of ignorance and of harsh lessons we did not think, but to know | In the time of ignorance and of harsh lessons we did not think, but to know our bodies and our world better, imitated the world around us. Like animals did we live, and like animals did we die. In our ten thousand imitations, there was one that changed history forever. | ||
our bodies and our world better, imitated the world around us. Like animals | |||
did we live, and like animals did we die. In our ten thousand imitations, | They saw the blue of the sky and could not comprehend it, but could see the feathered creatures that wheeled, dark against the sun and moon. Together, five sat upon the cliffs, well-fed and well-rested yet dissatisfied. They watched the birds of dawn flit and flutter among the clouds, and a longing filled them that they could not understand. Without knowing what he did, one among them walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down the leagues. | ||
there was one that changed history forever. | |||
The most learned of the five came to him and indicated his position was precarious, that there was hidden danger in the empty air beyond the cliff. She tugged at him, urging him wordlessly to return to safety with the others. Yet still he stared, entranced by the sky-wandering birds. | |||
As he gazed, forlorn without knowing truly the nature of his longing, a Divine-borne breeze stirred his hair. He felt the winds, soft and cool, and saw it play upon the birds he watched. Without thought or hesitation, he moved his arms as if they were wings and leapt daringly from the top of the cliff in imitation. The four he had left on the cliff-face were puzzled, but they heard the laughter of their companion, rising from where he had fallen. | |||
We cannot know why the wisest of the five leapt after him, then. She followed the sound of his laughter, though she knew it would mean her death. Being the creatures of imitation we were then, the final three of the five followed. All of the companions threw themselves from the cliff, finding laughter as they fell. | |||
they | |||
To them all whispered a Divine Voice in the winds. "You have loved Me and My creatures, and so too shall I reward you. You may dart among the clouds and sing upon the breezes forevermore, for you are the children of the winds. You are the flock." | |||
the | |||
Painless was the transformation, or so they say. With the grace and splendour of a sunrise did they gain plumage and hard, curved beaks, and wings with which to soar. The five flew together as one, diving and gliding upon the currents and inseparable from them. | |||
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Revision as of 09:22, 18 August 2016
| Atavian | |
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 An Atavian Luminary. | |
| Chickens?! |
The Atavians are a humanoid race, with lightweight bones and magnificent, feathered wings, descended from an ancient, bird-like people known as the Atav. They are visually very similar to humans, coming in all shapes and sizes, and their wings are seen in a wide range of hues, with the most traditional coloration being ivory or brilliant white. The racial home of the Atavians is the Aerie, a remote village tucked away in the Vashnar mountain range.
With their powerful feathery-white wings, the race of Atavians lift themselves high into the sky. The freedom of this avian race is unmatched in the Midnight age, as is their talent for flight. They stand otherwise nearly identical to their Human cousins, though they view them with some measure of disdain.
Racial skills
Upon reaching certain levels, this race gains the following skills.
| Level | Name | Description |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Flight |
|
| 25 | Hover |
|
| 50 | Air Stability |
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| 75 | Blood Regen |
|
| 100 | Traverse |
|
Roleplay
Atavian have a diverse range of roleplay choices, with players able to highlight their racial feature of wings and flight in many ways, such as through emotes emphasizing the movement of their wings, or through stories about their love of flying. Atavian are amalgamated very heavily into modern Aetolian society, opening the door to virtually any backstory you may desire, although some players enjoy emphasizing their connection to the race's home in Aerie.
Origins
As told by Orechnai:
In the time of ignorance and of harsh lessons we did not think, but to know our bodies and our world better, imitated the world around us. Like animals did we live, and like animals did we die. In our ten thousand imitations, there was one that changed history forever.
They saw the blue of the sky and could not comprehend it, but could see the feathered creatures that wheeled, dark against the sun and moon. Together, five sat upon the cliffs, well-fed and well-rested yet dissatisfied. They watched the birds of dawn flit and flutter among the clouds, and a longing filled them that they could not understand. Without knowing what he did, one among them walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down the leagues.
The most learned of the five came to him and indicated his position was precarious, that there was hidden danger in the empty air beyond the cliff. She tugged at him, urging him wordlessly to return to safety with the others. Yet still he stared, entranced by the sky-wandering birds.
As he gazed, forlorn without knowing truly the nature of his longing, a Divine-borne breeze stirred his hair. He felt the winds, soft and cool, and saw it play upon the birds he watched. Without thought or hesitation, he moved his arms as if they were wings and leapt daringly from the top of the cliff in imitation. The four he had left on the cliff-face were puzzled, but they heard the laughter of their companion, rising from where he had fallen.
We cannot know why the wisest of the five leapt after him, then. She followed the sound of his laughter, though she knew it would mean her death. Being the creatures of imitation we were then, the final three of the five followed. All of the companions threw themselves from the cliff, finding laughter as they fell.
To them all whispered a Divine Voice in the winds. "You have loved Me and My creatures, and so too shall I reward you. You may dart among the clouds and sing upon the breezes forevermore, for you are the children of the winds. You are the flock."
Painless was the transformation, or so they say. With the grace and splendour of a sunrise did they gain plumage and hard, curved beaks, and wings with which to soar. The five flew together as one, diving and gliding upon the currents and inseparable from them.
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