Talk:Hollevania 2: Cacophony of the Night

Characters

Mitsy, the Necromancer

Player: BM A fluffy necromancer of old, woken from her nap by that damn castle. Wants to kill Dracula so she can go back to 'sleep'. Sometimes mistaken for a grumpy sheep.

Tactical: 2

Strategic: 4

Communication: 12

Integrity: 12

Skill: Necromancy (animate a corpse or suitable object to fight for you)

Special: Commanding Undead

Secret: Transform self into Lich form (granting self undead powers)

Sir Jerome Derocles of the Temple Knights of the Obsidian Lantern

Sir Jerome

Sir Jerome Derocles should’ve died at Oradea. He felt the hellaxe hammer into the seam where plate became chain, felt his blood gush from his throat and strength fade from his limbs even as he avenged himself on his would-be slayer. Worst of all he watched his lantern fall from slackening fingers, the holy light that heralded evil’s end dimming with every second his lifeblood poured into the crack of desecrated stone. Then nothing.

It should have been nothing.

Jerome Derocles woke in a fortress-city populated with corpses, his brothers-in-arms slain, and his holy lantern, sacred emblem of his order, shattered underfoot. To wake after your death was rare enough, but to feel your heart beating? The wake to the warmth of your body and the sting of cold air enter lungs that yet needed them? This wasn’t the mockery of life exemplified by the necromancer’s art, but true life granted to mortals by the Illuminated Pantheon. Stranger yet was his waking dream, simultaneously distant yet entrancing beyond all words, drawing in even a heart that burned with faith. Of a silver sword whose blade was haloed by moonsilver. Of a field of white epiphyllum, a song for his ears only interwoven with flower petals that shone in soft, gentle light. It drew him far field, deeper into the heart of the darkness that threatened to take over the world. The draw of moonlight, his faith in the benevolence of the divine, his fervent wish to make the sacrifice of his comrades mean something, all drew him onward. Until he was at the foot of Dracula's castle, a blade pointed at evil's heart where he could end it once and for all.

Tactical: 15

Strategic: 3

Communication: 4

Integrity: 12

Skill - Crusader: Increases Tactical by a portion of Integrity. The justice of your action is measured by the strength of your conviction.

Gear - [LOCKED] T̶h̶e̶ f̶a̶m̶e̶d̶ O̶b̶s̶i̶d̶i̶a̶n̶ L̶a̶n̶t̶e̶r̶n̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶s̶ o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶,̶ e̶a̶c̶h̶ a̶ h̶o̶l̶y̶ a̶r̶t̶e̶f̶a̶c̶t̶ w̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ i̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ b̶a̶n̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶v̶i̶l̶. Its moonlit song beckons to him constantly, its voice a whisper of grace.

Trump - [LOCKED] Since his second breath, his dreams have been filled with nothing but that field of white epiphyllum, a sword haloed in moonsilver resting at its heart with a monarch’s gravitas.

Rosemarie Bathory

A heroine from half remembered distant fiefdom, lol lmao even.

Never fear tasty serfs, the blood moon heroine has arrived!

Tactical: 18

Strategic: 1

Communication: 5

Integrity: 6

Skill - Vampire princess, blood heals and empowers her

Gear - Teleportation attacks

Trump - Crimson Apotheosis - A vampire bite that outright diableries the weak and steals powers and essence of the strong.

Lady Reina of Treebond

A heroic female paladin who has journeyed a long way to slay Dracula. Extremely blonde, wears blue and silver armour.

Tactical 8

Strategic 7

Communications: 8

integrity 7

Skills Paladin: Can heal, is immune to various supernatural evils

Gear Holy sword: her attacks do extra damage to creatures of evil

Trump Celestial Smite. The holy fire of god will destroy anything.