The Kingdom of Algria: Representing the last major monarchy in the world, Algria once ruled over most of the nations of the world directly or via blood-oaths to each country's ruling aristocracy or theocracy. As the decades pass however fewer and fewer royal families remain in power outside it's domain. Despite this, Algria maintains it's stranglehold as an industrial powerhouse of the world. If you own an airship, electric appliance or perhaps even firearm, there is a very strong chance it came from the Monarchy.

The free states of Jaku: These former provinces of Algria (laying to it's west and south-west across the World's Spine Mountains) represent the very edge of the known worlds. While more sparsely populated due to the difficult of caravans and trade-ships reaching these colonies compared to the sprawling cities of Algria, Jaku still has a number of notable cities where airships can dock in preparation for exploring "The great void" to the west. The Free States as they prefer to be called take great joy in harassing and/or inconveniencing their parent kingdom of Algria.

The Holy state of Troikus: Renowned for stunningly beautiful and well-kept cities and incredibly devout citizens, the people of Troikus are unquestionably devoted in service to the 4-faced lord Troia. Beneath the surface of all this piety and unwavering fealty to their many-faced god however, lays the may of the most dangerous places within the "Under-road". These thousands of miles of uncharted tunnels, caverns and underground cities were once home to the greatest of Dangh'vah (Dwarf) communities. Many an adventurer has made their claim in such perilous places, where the god's grace does not rest. Indeed, some of the most illustrious noble families can tie their beginnings back to recovering priceless artifacts from the Under-road's darkest corners.

The Great Halls of Golgath: Representing the last remaining cities and settlements within the Under Roads. Golgath is an absolutely gargantuan fortress carved out of the World's Spine mountains. Whilst technically resting within the borders of Algria, there isn't a fool alive whom would dare test Dangh'vah rights to autonomy. While constantly under siege from Ornok war bands, there hasn't been a single falling in many years now. This monstrous city, guarded from the outside by hundreds (if not genuinely THOUSANDS) of cannon batteries from airship and ground attacks has withstood the test of time. Many jokingly consider the world will burn before Golgath finally falls.

The Great Void: Otherwise known as "Terra Incognita", where the explored world ends, The Great Void begins. Stories tell of great nations and cities made of gold and silver somewhere out beyond the never-ending stretches of forests, desert and eventually Ocean. Those that go out however rarely ever come back. Indeed, there are curious reports of ships flying right back into the mountain side from the Void, with all the crew absent. Its as though they just up and vanished as the vessels flew themselves 'back to where they belong'

Sky Lands: These gargantuan floating cities were founded when the Mage Orland Undvir (half Dangh'Vah) first erected the floating college of magic above the Algrian capital of San Velais. Numerous nobles and common folk would ask him why he would do such a thing. To which he would always, clearly amused by the question, respond "Why? Why not?". Despite dwelling within the territories of the nations of Algria, Troikus and many other minor kingdoms, these Sky Lands are considered their own nations. Each with it's own council of elders whom pass laws and judgement on criminals.

Dangh'Vah *Pronounced Dawn-gee-vawn* (Dwarf): The Great lords of the Under Roads, Dwarf-folk the oldest folk to exist across the world. Once the most powerful race to roam the earth, Dwarf-folk are still not someone you should cross lightly. Masters of gunpowder (indeed, it's very inventors) and warfare as a whole, it is good rule of thumb to consider any one Dangh'Vah equal to 4 humans (or even 10 humans in the case of Oathsworn) in both martial and physical prowess alike. Whilst average lifespan of a Dwarf is 800 years old, it is not unheard of for some incredibly rare warriors to reach as old as 1,500 years of age. A Dwarf whom has met great failure in a task of great importance may seek to redeem themselves by becoming an Oathsworn, warriors and craftsman whom dedicate their lives solely to the cause of reclaiming the Under-Roads.

Humans: This relatively young race has only existed approximately 6000 years, only 3,000 of which has genuine written records. Believed to have been evolved from the pestilent and repugnant Ornok, humans are staggeringly innovative in comparison to their vile kin. While not as hardy as their predecessors, nor as strong as Dangh'Vah, this infant species has established in millennia what even proud Dwarf-folk could not accomplish. They have pushed out their invasive kin, and established thriving cities (some of which even rest among the clouds). While humans are short-lived (With even the eldest only reaching 80 years), even Dangh'Vah admit a begrudging respect for those these folk whom have mastered the earth so readily.

Aivas: *pronounced Eye-vass* This offshoot of humans has evolved over the thousand years of mankind's climb to the skies. While such individuals are still rare, they are becomingly slowly more common in "Sky-lands", human-based cities lifted into the skies via magical and technological forces. While more frail than even humans, Aivas are known to bear avian (some say even angelic) wings. Such individuals are particularly rare in Troikus, as such, their sightings are typically viewed as a good fortune by the many-faced god. They are often pampered and well cared for and protected fiercely, viewed as being messengers of his will.

Ornoks: *Prounounced Oar-Knock* Ornoks are the second oldest species in existence. One could easily hesitate to call an Ornok a person and more a monster by their appearance alone. They are often grey or dark-green scaled (much like a snake) normally. While they lack ears or nostrils, these reptilian creatures do have slits where such organs would be. While they rarely live beyond the age of 40, Ornoks exist seemingly solely for the purpose of committing acts of violence and creating clones of themselves. Ornoks are hermaphroditic reptiles by nature, laying as many as 15 eggs in a single breeding season. Estimates suggest 7 to 10 of these will be eaten before hatching or murdered before maturing to become fully grown Ornoks. Rare is the individual of this species that doesn't desire anything but murdering anything and everything that stands in it's way. Despite this, it is theorized that Humans (and thereby Aivas) evolved from Ornoks. These creatures inhabit much of the Under-Roads abandoned by Dangh'Vah. Sightings of Ornoks above ground are incredibly rare, and such individuals are (understandably) met with extreme suspicion. It is typical that if someone is murdered or a great crime is committed shortly after an Ornok's arrival in the city, they are guilty by default.

Shae'Hallam *Prounced Shade-Hall-alm* These particular individuals are extremely rare. While the rapid use of magic as a whole is nearly impossible save for only the most powerful mages, Shae'Hallam are unique. Their powers allow them to raise the dead (or pull souls from beyond) for several minutes at a time. Most view them by being touched by the veil-faced goddess Dakkus, the goddess of death and despair. Shae'Hallam aren't any one race, but rather are unique individuals, they can easily identified as all are albino in appearance (pale white skin and hair when present, usually red or pink eyes). While Shae'Hallam can indeed raise the dead, those whom lack proper training struggle to control their undead charges, and may even summon them reflexively in moments of great stress. While this tends to breed a certain stigma towards such individuals, they have been known to be called upon to bring back the souls of recently deceased if their death was suspicious. Such individuals are often marked as "Jakal Oath" or "Soul Judges" among the Dangh'Vah.

The world as we know it is bound by very primal words of power. The ability to conjure fire or create a mountain of stone or iron is bound by runes of power. Such things cannot be quickly inscribed, and even then, require an equal exchange of power. One can easily create a small fire with the proper runes and a few sparks to ignite the rune, but to conjure fireballs to be flung at a moment's notice is unheard of outside of the few incredibly powerful mages of the world. With the proper runes of power however, one can easily lift mountains into the sky (Given enough months) or change the weather with the right materials and runes....Such knowledge, however, is carefully guarded by the ever-jealous colleges of Magicks across Algria and Troikus. To even violate such basic laws of the world requires intense training and understanding of these runes.

The only exception to this are the Shae'Hallam, "The Veil Touched". Born capable of raising the dead and pulling souls from worlds beyond our own. Their powers are, however, incredibly taxing. On top of this, until such individuals are properly trained to control their 'gift', they are almost entirely incapable of controlling their undead charges. As such, these individuals are typically viewed with wary skepticism. Those whom learn to control their powers however are known to be quietly respected members of their community, called upon by courts of law to hear the final words of the deceased. They may also be called upon to offer closure to families, giving them one last moment to speak with their dearly beloved.

TL;DR If you plan on making a mage, you're almost definitely going to be limited to party tricks and distractions unless you have months or even years of time to prepare. Shae'Hallam are naturally focused in one school of magic, but it's use is painful (potentially lethal even) and exhausting, it's nature also tends to make them shunned by communities upon their arrival.

The 4: Gives praise to the 4-faced god Troia, otherwise known as "The great facade" by non-believers. Troia is typically depicted as a tall, powerful humanoid who's head is divided between 4 faces. Each represents Troia's moods: Anger, Joyful, Loving and saddened. It is said that the 4 seasons are a reflection of his appearances. Major events in the world are often said to be reflections of his mood. While not openly the world's creator, he is viewed as it's caretaker. Believed to have been one of (if not THE) first man whom has since ascended to god-hood. Those of the 4 tend to be compassionate and charitable, fearing reprisal from Troia. It is worth noting that followers of The 4 view Aivas as his messengers. Whom are guarded fiercely upon their arrival.
Predominant followers: People of Troikus, minor following in Algria.

The Great Hall: Part religion, part philosophy, The Great Hall doesn't worship gods, so much as venerate past great members of Dangh'Vah and Human culture. There are approximately 120 such individuals, particularly notable kings, craftsmen and warriors. Such individuals are viewed as examples to follow. Those that follow such teachings tend to be incredibly patient, as well as particularly devoted to their craft.
Predominant followers: Dangh'Vah, Algrian craftsmen and soldiers.

The Pantheon: These 5 gods: The King; The Smith; The Nurse; The Sentinel and The Sage are all believed to have created the world and watch over it, but do not intervene in all but the most dire times. While this faith has slowly begun to decline out of favor (originally created in the early days of man), It still has a notable following in Algrian society as well as Jaku as well as other minor nations.
The King Rules over fairness and honesty in all things, favors kings and nobles.
The Smith Rules over creation, particularly favors craftsmen and laborers
The Nurse Rules over life and death, favors doctors and alchemists.
The Sentinel Rules over strength and courage, often works in sync with The King, favors guards and soldiers
The Sage Rules over knowledge and magic, often favored by wielders of the arcane and scholars.
Predominant followers: Algrians, Jaku

The Veiled Mistress: Also known as Dakkus, while her following is relatively minor compared to others provided here, Dakkus' faithful are quite devout in her praise. Predominantly favored by Shae'Hallam communities (at least the few that exist). She is the judge of souls, determining their afterlife before they are to be born back into the world, ignorant of their past lives. Shae'Hallam are, under the teachings of the Mistress, those she has deemed worthy to be the instruments of her will. Her followers tend to be profoundly knowledgeable in the occult, capable of raising the dead and bringing the souls of the deceased from beyond our world (provided they have only departed within the last 48 hours).

So you're likely wondering "How do floating cities work" or "How do airships" work for that matter. The answer is quite simply a careful balance between magic and technology for one, and almost exclusively magic for another.Larger airships operate via magic runes inscribed at various (mostly random) locations across the ship. It is the crew's (and captain's) duty to know where these words of power are inscribed and protect them respectively. These runes lighten the ship's overall weight, while the balloon above helps provide lift for the (considerably) lighter load. Such locations are often guarded with metal plating (inscribed as well), which offers increased protection to the ship, as well as ensuring heavier loads can be managed.

"Sky lands" (airborne cities) on the other hand are often absolutely saturated with runes, and are kept afloat almost exclusively by such devices. While there ARE alternatives in an emergency (engines have slowly been fitted into place on certain Sky Lands's bottoms and sides), they exist solely to keep the city from crashing to back to the ground for the weeks or month's time it would take to re-inscribe the runes that keep it afloat.

The meat 'n potatoes, the stuff everyone really wants to see. Melee weapons are, while still notably common in rural/untamed lands, fading out of use in most modern cities. With the growing popularity of repeating firearms and cannons, the age of the castle has pretty much ended as well. The go-to weapons for up-close 'n personal work are often daggers, broadswords and rapiers along with the occasional club or hand-axe (The last 2 of which are especially popular when boarding another airship, rare as it may be)

Human firearms tend to be revolvers and lever action rifles or shotguns...Dangh'Vah firearms on the other hand tend to be less about single-shot weapons and more about throwing as much red-hot metal down range as possible.

This is made extremely obvious by the infamous "Deck-Gun", a monstrous 8-gauge quad-barreled shotgun that can easily fill an entire room with whatever shards of scrap iron, coins or other metal stuffed into each shell. This is in fact it's very purpose! It is generally advised however (indeed typically inscribed into such weapons) that your average human not attempt to operate one of these firearms if they enjoy having functioning arms.

They are also particularly fond of hand-cranked "Machine Guns". These massive weapons which, while require a carriage to use properly, can demolish small buildings in just under a minute if used properly. Such weapons are becoming incredibly popular to mount along the decks of airships.

More primitive communities favor straps of numerous single-shot pistols or an accurate single shot rifle. The former captain of the "Bastard's Bastion", Matthew Stanton, was known for having no less than 12 such pistols on his person at any given time, even as he slept.

Armor is also rare due to the growing use of firearms which can easily punch through steel. Despite this, some still wear the occasional metal cuirass or leather armor to turn a blade and keep light on their feet. Nobles have a tendency to wear exquisitely engraved armors for special occasions.

??? (estimated 9400 years before AD): The first Dangh'Vah fortress, now known as "Gundvir", is established. No official records remain of this supposed birthplace of their kind. It is believed to be a myth by all but a few madmen today.

1 AD (Age of Dangh'Vah): Farthest records indicate the founding of Gavak'Tahl and Gavak'Grun, oldest known Dwarf settlements to date.

1721 AD: Almost a quarter of the Under-roads as charts/records show today are established, over a dozen more settlements have slowly started around dense veins of Iron, Gold and precious gems.

2950 AD: First Dwarf communities officially established entirely above ground of Amgevik and Ulric's Throne, comprised primarily of outcasts and criminals exiled.

4234 AD: Suspected first sightings of Ornoks, roughly 40% of the Under-road as recorded is established.

4187 AD: Gunpowder is invented by Madman Grunvir Ulric. His experiments nearly destroy half of Gavak'Tahl.

4195 AD: The first Ornok invasions occur, marking the first Falling. The ensuing conflict destroys 4 Dangh'vah settlements.

6296 AD: Despite centuries of holding the line fervantly, the second Falling occurs, several more Dwarf cities and fortresses fall. Refugees swarm in droves to the settlements surrounding the last great hold of Golgath.

6300 AD: The siege of Golgath and surrounding settlements begins.

6301 AD: Dangh'Vah resistance to the near endless tide of monsters almost fails. The outcast settlements of Amgevik and Ulric's Throne arrive, having destroyed their homes in a mad rush to melt and weaponize everything they owned to save their dying kin. The combined adult population of both settlements, 64,000 total, are decimated. Only 200 Dangh'vah are left from both settlements when the assaults finally ended.

6302 AD: The remaining settlers are accepted into Golgath, which begins to breach the surface and build above ground. The Oathsworn are officially established, founded in honor of the sacrifice of criminals whom gave their lives to save those whom banished them.

6304 AD: The first Oathsworn assaults retake surrounding settlements and thus leads to the current borders today. This marks the end of the Age of Dangh'Vah.

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
-Oh that I had wings

Airships are one of mankind's greatest inventions (second only, of course, to the Skylands). It is in this humble author's opinion however that even such creations may have had less impact in comparison to such vehicles. The Airship has given us the means to not only ferry goods far more swiftly than by carriage or foot, but the means to travel with far more comfort. With these wondrous machines we explore new territory in greater safety and destroy threats with far more ferocity than ever before.

Despite this, such vessels have also become tools of crime and violence. Nowhere is this more realized than in the, if you will pardon my language, "Bastard's Bastion". This 5-deck beast of an airship was once destined to be the Dangh'Vah Flagship "Dahkral's Wrath" named after the king of the mythical first Dwarf settlement Gundvir. It has in the years since it's theft, been overhauled even more to become an almost literal floating fortress. Indeed, the only reason it's captain and crew were captured was due to their being heavily intoxicated while the 'ship was landed for resupply!

Whilst engaged with the Algrian Navy not far from San Velais, this lone vessel managed to repel no less than 6 different attackers! Engineers and alchemists from all across the world have come to study this vessel to try and reveal the secrets that allow it's wood and steel hull from repelling all but the most the most vicious of assaults. At it's peak, the vessel itself housed no less than 40-some weapons, stationed along gun-ports on either flank and on the top deck itself. Ranging from Dangh'Vah "Machine Guns" to artillery and even several flamethrowers, woe be unto any fool whom would dare cross such a foul machine...

Character Name: Gottrik Faust

Sex|gender: Male

Race: Dangh'Vah

Appearance:


Gottrik in his prime as an up and coming engineer in the fortress-city of Golgath, though he's become a lot more daper since he left the city to make his own fortune.

Distinguishing features: His bright orange but neatly trimmed beard and mohawk, as well as his bushy eyebrows.

Age: 354

Occupation: Golgath Engineer, Gunsmith and Mercenary

Crimes: Sabotage (False), Accomplice to Murder (False), Theft (True), Falsification of Credentials (False), Desertion (True), Fraud (False), Destruction of Property (False), Murder of an Officer of the Courts x 12 (He contests 5 of those counts as false, and contests the validity of the other 7 as self-defence)

Starting Equipment: A Dagden Double-barrel shotgun with a handful of shells, a set of simple mechanic's tools, and an officer's flintlock pistol. He's wearing his prison civvies.

Personal Items: His Engineer badge which he wears around his neck as a necklace. Though he's no longer officially a member of Golgath's garrison and therefore the badge no longer holds much authority in the city, it is still something he holds dear as a mark of his skills and accomplishments.

Personality: A pragmatic and innovative mind, Gottrik considers himself to be a fairly versatile person, quite in contrast to a lot of Dangh'Vah who are steeped in tradition and cling to their old ways and beliefs for sustenance. He keeps his own interests first and foremost, and has no qualms with taking more severe measures to get jobs done, but he treats friends, comrades, and associates with respect so long as they show him the same. It was this mind that benefited him tremendously in becoming one of the many esteemed engineers along the walls of Golgath, but it is also what made he realize how the situation in the old city was not likely to change and that he had to leave while he still could.

Character Quest: Gottrik seeks to make a life of his own far and away from Golgath and traditional Dangh'Vah society, whatever it may be. His whole reason for leaving the city and deserting his duties as one of the garrison's many engineers was because he saw no future there, and he'll be damned if he's thrown into the martyrdom units of the Oathsworn or spend his life and that of any of his descendants married to the walls of the formidable but constantly assailed city. He believes the Dangh'Vah have to move on, and for starters find a place where they're not constantly harassed or assaulted by enemies who want to kill them every couple years. To this end, he's travelled around trying to find a place he likes, and trying to obtain a substantial amount of capital.

Bio: Born into a traditional Dangh'Vah family of lesser noble heritage in the city of Golgath, Gottrik was raised to hold a position of distinction within Golgath society that would bring honour to his ancestors and his descendants. To this end, he was enrolled in the renowned military sciences academy in Golgath, earning his certification as an Engineer after 30 years of education and training at the age of 50. He was immediately assigned to the Golgath city garrison and assigned a section of its walls to oversee and maintain.

For the next 120 years Gottrik refined his education with experience, overseeing wall repairs, maintenance and repair of the massive cannons and guns along the walls, and ensuring his crew's equipment was in peak condition. He gained defence and siegecraft experience as he held his section of the walls against warbands of Ornoks over the years. He also gained some experience in command, for although Engineers were not strictly officers or commanded the same authority as higher noble-blooded Lords or Princes, most of those higher commanders were often off leading charges beyond the walls, overseeing the immense administration of the Golgath military, or were often having to jump between various wall sections, often leaving the Engineers to coordinate troops since they were of noble blood and had immense knowledge themselves of how to properly coordinate personnel and material.

Eventually though, Gottrik became more and more irritated with the Golgath military administration. He more and more viewed the constant meat-grinder that were the walls of Golgath as a tedious and ultimately meaningless endeavour since they were never any closer to actually solving the problem: the sources of the Ornok warbands themselves. Even with the creation of the Oathsworn, Gottrik was not impressed. He saw it mostly as a means for the higher noble families to not have to spill their own blood and risk their own precious lineage when they could have an army of criminals eager to redeem themselves and their lineages sacrifice themselves in what was essentially Martyrdom. Though he admired the pragmatism in letting criminals fight in this way, he didn't approve of how comparatively little risk the majority of nobles in Golgath were willing to take upon themselves to help move towards the ultimate goal of trying to reclaim their empire of lost tunnels and holds from the monsters that not infested them. He thought that the formidable walls of Golgath having grown ever more greater and impressive over the centuries had made the administration extremely complacent to the point of stagnation. Though he was prudent enough not to voice these thoughts openly, as insulting the courage the noble could have dire consequences for one in Golgath, but nonetheless those thoughts grew in his mind.

Until eventually, at 188 years old, after realizing in his own mind that the Golgath military administration was as likely to move in their mindset as the mountains Golgath was built upon, Gottrik decided to leave Golgath to seek his own fortune. A highly risky and dangerous move for himself to make, as not only were personnel in the Golgath city garrison required to serve until they died or were otherwise unfit for service, but effectively deserting his post would essentially make him a pariah among most respectable parts of the city society. But he saw no alternative, as he knew that his superiors would never accept his reasons for discharge, and that he knew that outside of Golgath, most other races were unlikely to give a shit what his people thought of him given the fact that he was of a profession in high demand all over the known world. So, informing nobody of his reasons, not even his own family or friends, Gottrik simply packed up his gear, tools, and his couple of choice Dangh'Vah firearms as he rode off out one of the many gates of the city on Mountain-Goat, cloaked and covered in coal dust to make himself look like a miner as he headed in the direction of Algria lands. He has never returned to the city since.

For the next 166 years, Gottrik has wandered the Kingdom of Algria, often hoping from town to town, taking whatever jobs he can find to earn some money, and even doing some pro bono work on ocassion from people grateful to have a Dangh'Vah engineer do work for them, though in those cases it was often to avoid the law. For Golgath does not take kindly to deserters, especially not Engineers, and after a short amount of time, the The Iron Gavel of Golgath, the title given to the head Judge of the city's military tribunal had issued a warrant for Gottrik's arrest on charges of Theft and Desertion, with a reward starting at 5,000 pieces of silver to whoever brought him back for justice. In Algria, many hunters tried to apprehend Gottrik, and were often the cause of him having to leave one town to another, with those official or impromptu officers of the law depending on their origin he couldn't elude winding up dead as he murdered some in order to escape.

His luck ran out in the town of Oldenford, an Algrian settlement several miles from the Algrian/Jaku border. Gottrik had been on his way to Jaku Territory to see if his luck would fair much better there, but had decided to stick around in Oldenford in order to do one or two jobs to get enough Marks to set himself up pretty nicely when he made it across the border. He didn't necessarily like Oldenford, it was a town of people who were distrustful of outsiders and foreigners due to the misfortunes of being a border down near Jaku lands, and conflicts between Algria and Jaku having led to the sacking of the town more than once. This also meant however that they weren't adverse to having a Dangh'Vah engineer do some work for them so that they might stand a better chance the next time, so they paid him to build them better guns and cannons out of tons of scavenged parts, and to give their paltry defences a once-over.

As he was working though, news reached some of his Bounty Hunters that the Iron Gavel had raised the bounty of the warrant on Gottrik's capture to a substantial five tons of pure silver. The reward had raised slightly over the decades, but the frustration at Gottrik's continued evasiveness which essentially made a mockery of Golgath's administration and courts finally drove them to drastically increase the incentive. To this end, many Bounty Hunters started gathering in force to track him down and bring him back to Golgath, and the Algrian Constabulary started to take an even greater interest in organizing their own bands.

Thankfully and unthankfully, Oldenford's relative remoteness and reputation for disliking outsider ensured that this news was unlikely to reach Gottrik, or the townsfolk quickly. Though that didn't mean that some bigots didn't already had a bone to pick with the Dangh'Vah. Believing that the Dangh'Vah would simply go across to The Free States, inform some Reavers there of the great prize he had made Oldenford into and then scalp them of even more of their wealth for his own greedy machinations, a gang of Townsfolk conspired a plot to ruin Gottrik. After being given some of their newly made weapons and cannons, the conspirators sabotaged the guns themselves to misfire in secret and blew up one of the new cannons, causing a fire and killing a couple people accidentally. Though that was not the original plan, it only served to rile the townsfolk further when the conspirators accused Gottrik of purposely sabotaging the equipment to do just these very things. With the local constabulary and a mob at their backs, they had Gottrik arrest and charged for a panapoly of charges and having him sent back towards Algria proper for trial long before they even found out that Golgath wanted him for other crimes.

This presented a problem for Algria, as they had Gottrik on trial for more crimes associated with their own territory than Golgath had for theirs, though Golgath desperately wanted Gottrik back for trial themselves. So Algria made a deal, they would still charge Gottrik for his crimes in Algria for which the penalty would be a hanging, but they would send his body back to Golgath for the Iron Gavel to decide what he wanted with it for half the price in silver. The Iron Gavel begrudingly agreed to these terms, believing that a dead Gottrik to showcase as an example would be as acceptable as a live one for a show trial and for half the price in silver.

Thus, that is how Gottrik found himself to be hanged for Algrian and Golgath crimes, most of them false charges, but some true. His gear confiscated and sent back to Golgath along with all of his money, he was condemned to die by the magistrates. Though the noose would not claim Gottrik then, as he found himself caught up in the mass prisoner escape, and beating up a couple of his captors alongside his fellow inmates and stealing a couple of human-made guns off of them, he would follow them to the Bastard's Bastion and a whole new world in the sky for him to escape to.

Theme Song: "Pirate Metal - Carpe Diem" by Adrian Von Ziegler: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhlhVc2Nbog

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Character Name: Elizabeth Pedulla

Sex|gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:
Her Height is 5'2 and she weight 42 kg
Distinguishing features: A small tattoo on her side shoulder and ear rings

Age: 20

Occupation: A student to a blacksmith back home

Crime: stealing non famous blades (true) and stealing a very famous sword (false)

Starting Equipment: (What gear did you find when you came aboard and during the breakout? The are no named weapons manufacturers yet, so be as creative as you like)

Personal Items: A locket necklace from her real mother.

Personality:

Character Quest: want to become a famous blacksmith

Bio: When Elizabeth was a little baby, she was on the doorstep of a Cafe in a basket and she was wear a locket necklace that was left behind. The café is own by a couple Naylene and Aira and Aira friend Damaria the blacksmith who works down below.

While Elizabeth was growing up at the cafe she work as a little waitress but she was more interested about how to be a blacksmith like Damaria, so by the time she turn fifth teen she become Damaria for three years after that hard work she start to make some blades but she want to make big and bright swords to make someone her name so she though about she decided to leave the cafe and explore the world.

So by time when Elizabeth was eighteen she left the cafe after saying goodbye to her family, she travel far and wide to search for a blacksmith to teach her but with no luck and so little money, even her moms told her that stealing is bad she steal sometimes to get some money.

When she turn twenty she met a man in a dark coat that makes sweet deals for her, without hesitation she make a deal from him and he promised her that she will get some big money, so that night he want to get something she might like and that was a giant sword, her eyes Brighten as she saw the sword but she didn't know that the sword is famous and the dark coat disappear without a trace and she was framed.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWSIdC153kI

RP Example: (If you don't have any threads you'd like to present, write me 2-3 paragraphs of your character looking back on their old life.)