What are y'all planning in terms of skills and abilities?
I was thinking about playing a sorcerer type.
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I was thinking about playing a sorcerer type.
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T H E R O N
T H E R O N Z U B I R I ◼ 3 3 ◼ F E M A L E ◼ D R U I D S O F M A R I S M A
"He breathed so loudly I could have shot him in the dark..."
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
Theron stands at an imposing 5'6", whipcord lean with the muscle of one who lives & works out of doors. Dark auburn hair drawn into a single, thick braid frames a rather stern face, faint laugh lines fanning out from dark green eyes which once held mirth, but have now borne witness to the Blight. Her hooded tunic and trews are of an indeterminate gray-green with flecks of brown, their mottled texture perfectly suited to blending in with forested environs or the muted hues of twilight. She carries herself with an air of studied quietude, reminiscent of the inner sanctum of the oldest & holiest of Barbed Church abbeys. When caught unawares, her laughter peals out unabashedly, showing the bones of a formerly boisterous personality. She watches first, always, before waiting for the right moment. The two hatchets at her back are both utilitarian & combat oriented, though the recurved bow is Theron's preferred weapon, hip quiver angled so as to not impede movement through dense underbrush.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
She knew the forested marshes like an old friend - the floating islands which disappeared and moved with the inland tides, the ancient paths of old growth trees rooted in permanent dry ground which allowed for quick passage between hamlets, & the name of every medicinal herb & flower which grew in their land. Born of a hermetic clan of Druid priests and their followers, her early life had consisted of days studying at the knee of various elders gathering book learning, before transitioning to garnering the more practical skillsets of a forward scout - those of the Druidic communities responsible for maintaining the veil of silence and isolation which kept their band of loosely interconnected societies untouched.
It was the remote nature of her work which saved Theron, those trips to the edges of their region to map out potential resources or escort interlopers back to the borders with Vasilius & Ferros. She returned from a mission guiding a regularly scheduled merchant train back to the eastern boundary only to find the remnants of her town sprawled about like so much macabre statuary. Two, almost three weeks - this is how long it took the Blight to wipe out her family and friends like wildfire. She found her husband Ívarr in their elevated cottage, his skin tattooed with those horrifying stones the color of blood, body curled around her favorite scarf - the one he'd always said smelled like her hair...
Violently untethered from a life of geographic specificity, she has made her way out of the forests so dear to her to answer the king's call... and hopefully find out exactly what killed almost everyone she'd ever loved.
It was the remote nature of her work which saved Theron, those trips to the edges of their region to map out potential resources or escort interlopers back to the borders with Vasilius & Ferros. She returned from a mission guiding a regularly scheduled merchant train back to the eastern boundary only to find the remnants of her town sprawled about like so much macabre statuary. Two, almost three weeks - this is how long it took the Blight to wipe out her family and friends like wildfire. She found her husband Ívarr in their elevated cottage, his skin tattooed with those horrifying stones the color of blood, body curled around her favorite scarf - the one he'd always said smelled like her hair...
Violently untethered from a life of geographic specificity, she has made her way out of the forests so dear to her to answer the king's call... and hopefully find out exactly what killed almost everyone she'd ever loved.
▼ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S:
It is simple and singular in nature: discover the true nature of the Blight, the wherefore & how of it all, and bring back a cure to the survivors of her land.
▼ S K I L L S:
//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ TRACKING| Of wild game, human or otherwise.
◼ STEALTH| To be unseen, this was the role of the scouts - though defenders of the clan, they were primarily the eyes of their elders. The practical application of this skillset may be aided by Druidic manipulation of shadows (please note: this is the only magic Theron is capable of, a specific ability taught in accordance with her role).
◼ HERBAL & MEDICINAL LORE| This is a practical skill & not magical in nature, allowing for field dressings, remedying of recognized poisons, etc.
◼ ARCHERY| The first skill acquired by the young of Marisma, necessary for survival and long range defense of their community.
◼ PATH OF THE HATCHET| These tools have never been far from Theron's hand, leading to competence in close quarters, and many drunken family celebrations resulting in an ability to throw with frightening accuracy.
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ AVERSION TO TOUCH| Not knowing the source of the Blight nor its method of transmission, Theron has developed an extreme aversion to crowds, avoiding the physical touch of another when at all possible.
◼ DISTRUST OF OUTSIDERS| Though formerly open and experienced in liaising with the outside world in her role as scout, the death of her comrades and loved ones has taught Theron better. Perhaps the more insular of the Druid elders had been right... after all, it was an errant merchant caravan which had brought the Blight to her corner of the world.
◼ PROTECTOR OF THE YOUNG| Growing up in a tightly knit intergenerational society, Theron has a weakness for the vulnerable, and will go out of her way to assist them in a time of need.
▼ N O T E S:
//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ RECURVE BOW/QUIVER| Intended for medium range combat & hunting.
◼ 2 HATCHETS| Of medium heft, designed for combat & utility.
◼ SURVIVAL GEAR| Ideal for wooded areas and the plains, not intended for use in desert or high altitude environments.
◼ NYYRIKKI & WŌDEN| Trusted pack animals, these horses are used to the odd methods of crossing watery pathways filled with extremely friendly alligators.
◼ WEALTH OF THE VALE| Theron collected the coinage of her entire settlement, which amounts to a modest sum.
◼ LOCKET| An oddly ornate silver locket containing a portrait of her husband, Ívarr.
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G I L
G I L T O T O U N ◼ T W E N T Y T H R E E ◼ N O N B I N A R Y ◼ E X I L E D W A R D E N
"𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌."
▼ A P P E A R A N C E
One, if not the only, thing that people will immediately notice is the armor set. Gil was gifted it by the elders before he was forced to leave Eerum. According to them, it once belonged to protectors of Khemrin before giving them up to join the Wardens. This one was placed inside of a cave by the Elders to safeguard it for the next generation. Sadly, it had been waiting for decades, and most of its original color was lost except for the blue. It was given a cleanup and new material shortly before Gil's exile. The helmet was inspired by desert birds that were once worshipped.
Gil had tribal paintings all over their body as a plead for the spirits to be watching over them. Loose clothing was essential to perform excellently in battle and to withstand the harsh heat of the Sychan.
Gil had tribal paintings all over their body as a plead for the spirits to be watching over them. Loose clothing was essential to perform excellently in battle and to withstand the harsh heat of the Sychan.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y
Gil Totoun was born an orphan when his parents sacrificed parenthood for the life of a Warden and raised by the elders. It wasn't ideal for children to be raised within the watchtowers and forts scattered throughout the Sychan Desert. But for the Khemrin, it was their only chance to survive. According to the elders, Khemrin remained undetected to the outside world for centuries. That was until Vassidia arrived with plans of their own for the natives. And soon enough, nearly all of the tribes within Eerum were successfully assimilated except for Khemrin.
That was when the killings began.
Because of their devotion towards life in Sychan, Khemrin revered specifically desert birds as sacred, and their worship included the modeling of armor and clothes and tribal paint to emulate the birds. It resulted in outsiders mistaking them as bird/human hybrids and started murdering them. Men, women, and children had their lives taken without reason and cause. In a last-ditch effort, Khemrin's leaders sought out the Wardens to offer their services.
Given their knowledge of Sychan and its harsh conditions, as well as being centuries old, the Wardens agreed. But only if they renounced Khemrin. It was the ultimate sacrifice. The tribe survived the slaughter by letting their culture die instead. By doing so, they became the first generation of Wardens in the region and soon expanded across the desert, protecting the people that once feared them. When the Elders finished the story of Khemrin, they found Gil to be the only child genuinely interested.
As the years went, Gil started to adopt customs from the Khemrin with help from the Elders. Of course, it angered the Wardens. They didn't do anything beyond the usual punishments that teenagers got. That was until Gil found himself to be exiled for his homeland. With only a bag of coin and bread, they made the most of it and tried to live life in the place that he despised the most. Then, they heard rumors of an unusual illness that turned the ill into stone spreading at an alarming rate. It got bad enough that the High Lord sought out anyone capable of finding the cure.
Gil understood that such illness could spread beyond its borders and into Eerum, infecting their friends and loved ones. So, they signed up and revealed themselves to the High Lord.
That was when the killings began.
Because of their devotion towards life in Sychan, Khemrin revered specifically desert birds as sacred, and their worship included the modeling of armor and clothes and tribal paint to emulate the birds. It resulted in outsiders mistaking them as bird/human hybrids and started murdering them. Men, women, and children had their lives taken without reason and cause. In a last-ditch effort, Khemrin's leaders sought out the Wardens to offer their services.
Given their knowledge of Sychan and its harsh conditions, as well as being centuries old, the Wardens agreed. But only if they renounced Khemrin. It was the ultimate sacrifice. The tribe survived the slaughter by letting their culture die instead. By doing so, they became the first generation of Wardens in the region and soon expanded across the desert, protecting the people that once feared them. When the Elders finished the story of Khemrin, they found Gil to be the only child genuinely interested.
As the years went, Gil started to adopt customs from the Khemrin with help from the Elders. Of course, it angered the Wardens. They didn't do anything beyond the usual punishments that teenagers got. That was until Gil found himself to be exiled for his homeland. With only a bag of coin and bread, they made the most of it and tried to live life in the place that he despised the most. Then, they heard rumors of an unusual illness that turned the ill into stone spreading at an alarming rate. It got bad enough that the High Lord sought out anyone capable of finding the cure.
Gil understood that such illness could spread beyond its borders and into Eerum, infecting their friends and loved ones. So, they signed up and revealed themselves to the High Lord.
▼ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S:
Gil doesn't care what happens to Vassidia and its people, but they aren't stupid either. Sooner or later, the Stone Blight will reach Eerum and infect everything it touches. That was why they answered the call. Even if their friends and loved ones hate them, Gil will do whatever to protect the Khemrin for a painful end.
▼ S K I L L S:
//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Khemrini Warden | As a Warden, Gil developed their swordplay and shield stances over the years with patience and practice. Also, they were heavily taught about the core values of the Wardens from impartiality to solitary. In addition, the Elders incorporated Khemrini knowledge in secret, which included how to handle a bow and spear. And, more importantly, how to blend with their surroundings no matter their location. With these lessons in hand, Gil was prepared for almost anything shown to them.
◼ Naturalist | Being a Warden meant training in naturalism, which meant someone that examines nature. But living in the Sychan Desert made the profession a requirement from all Wardens. Furthermore, the elders also taught Gil forgotten knowledge of the wildlife from the tribe. It wasn't entirely useless beyond Eerum, but the lessons taught them to operate in desert and warmer climates.
◼ Perception | As a former Warden, Gil was already perceptive compared to everyone else. It wasn't improved until they were forced to live in Vassidia. Being mindful of their surroundings and the types of individuals in the area was necessary for them since he was an outsider. It was key to surviving at this stage of their life.
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Failure | Out of all the fears, there was one that got to Gil the most: failure. Failure to his tribe, friends, and himself. He would rather die than fail again.
◼ Obtruder | Besides being a foreigner in Vassidia, Gil was utterly different to everyone else. There were moments where people were clearly disgusted or distraught whenever they went out. Other moments involved being mistaken as a hybrid creature (which happened often) and openly insulted because he was from Eerum. As a result, Gil kept to themselves and only came out during the night to get the basics.
◼ Awkward | As a result, Gil became awkward around people due to a lack of social skills. And the fact that people avoided them because of their appearance. It made them anxious to be around folks since Gil couldn't anticipate their response to see someone wearing a helmet shaped like a bird. It also didn't help that they never took it off because it would have violated his beliefs and values from the Khemrin.
▼ N O T E S:
//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ Cooking | Out of everything that someone like Gil was talented at, nobody expected cooking to be one of them. If someone were to give them basic ingredients, they could turn it into a masterpiece worth taking time to eat. It was something that naturally came to them without any outside help other than advice here and there.
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Going to do my sheet tomorrow. Back to work today and currently wondering what it's going to be like.
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ALDO THE STORM SMITH
ALDO SELANIN◼ 38 ◼ MALE ◼ THE BARON'S FOLLY
"The sea tempered me like a fine blade."
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
Aldo stands at almost six feet with a medium frame. Years on the ocean have shaped him to be muscled but still lithe and agile enough to climb the riggings. He carries a scar starting below his left eye and running down to his collarbone. His dark hair and beard are now graying in places. The light gray of his eyes contrasts with his dark hair. He is usually seen in simple travel garb and at times his long coat made to keep the weather off on the deck of a ship. Along with that, he has kept to the style of longer boots up to his mid-calf but has changed to thinner boots better made for travelling on foot.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
Aldo was born in Ferros to a blacksmith and his wife. His father tended to the actual smithing while his mother tended the storefront. The moment he could lift a hammer he was an apprentice to his father, and before that he helped his mother run the storefront. They were successful in keeping the shop afloat, but his father never rose to any grand renown for his work in a city like Ferros. He was enver bitter about it though and continued his work to provide for Aldo and his mother. When his brother was born things became strained with the meager income the shop was supplying. The family had some hard years, but when Aldo saw his brother took more to smithing than he had and seemed to have a fire in him to stay put in Ferros, he decided to leave. He was around the age of fifteen when he left Ferros and made for the shore.
He took what he learned from his father with him and joined the first crew hiring people on. That was how he came to be a harpoon runner on The Dawn Chaser. He spent years running harpoons to and fro to the different mounted ballista stations on the top deck as the crew hunted big game out in the ocean. His skill at smithing was discovered though, and he pulled double shifts running harpoons when they spotted a catch and repairing them when there wasn’t a catch. His extra income at the time was a lucky break, and he began sending more money back home to help as much as he could. The other sailors began to see him as a good luck charm of sorts; the harpoons he repaired seemed to hit their mark better than others and last longer. It was by no means a ship built for war, but that didn’t stop the corsairs from attacking The Dawn Chaser one night when Aldo was about eighteen.
He had been down below decks fixing the metal, barbed heads of the harpoons when the shout went out. They had been ambushed, two smaller and faster ships had come from around jagged rocky spires and shot roped harpoons into the hull. Aldo ran to the deck with an armload of harpoons to find they had been boarded already. Someone had lunged at him before he registered what was happening and cut him across the face. He dropped the harpoons and shrank away, ducking another blow. He scooped one of the fallen harpoons up from the deck and turned on his assailant. He fought fiercely alongside his crewmates, a sight to behold fighting with a massive harpoon. The Dawn Chaser was victorious but at a loss. From then on, Aldo decided to train with the harpoon as an unorthodox weapon. He smithed his own, using the saltwater of the sea to quench and temper the steel head like he had before. It proved to be a strong and long-lasting weapon that never seemed to dull or break like the harpoons he repaired for the ballistas. This was where his reputation began to take off. He earned himself the name Storm Smith and began making and repairing weapons for the crewmembers, no longer running harpoons back and forth. He spent another ten years as the smith for the Dawn Chaser. During that time he studied under the ship’s navigator as well and picked up on the skill.
At the age of thirty he left The Dawn Chaser behind and had saved up enough to get his own ship. In a moment of dark comedy from his home he named his ship The Baron’s Folly. At first he followed the same path and styled his ship and crew as big game hunters. It worked for a couple of years, but was not nearly as lucrative as it could have been. That was when the Folly started bidding for contracts to transport goods. Doing the off time when they didn’t have contracts they would still hunt big game. Aldo didn’t know at the time that when his crew set off for a hunt would be the last one they went on. They had all returned from shore leave and decided to go hunting rather than getting another contract. Everything went well leading up to and during the hunt. It was during the return trip with the catch strapped to the side of the hull that everything went to hell. Several of his crew came down sick, but the surgeon thought nothing of it at the time until they all turned to horrific statues, and this sickness spread, quickly infecting the rest of the crew and turning them to statues as well. Aldo was somehow spared and managed to steer the ship to a hidden cove and hid his ship with his crew frozen in their last moments of life and left it behind.
He took what he learned from his father with him and joined the first crew hiring people on. That was how he came to be a harpoon runner on The Dawn Chaser. He spent years running harpoons to and fro to the different mounted ballista stations on the top deck as the crew hunted big game out in the ocean. His skill at smithing was discovered though, and he pulled double shifts running harpoons when they spotted a catch and repairing them when there wasn’t a catch. His extra income at the time was a lucky break, and he began sending more money back home to help as much as he could. The other sailors began to see him as a good luck charm of sorts; the harpoons he repaired seemed to hit their mark better than others and last longer. It was by no means a ship built for war, but that didn’t stop the corsairs from attacking The Dawn Chaser one night when Aldo was about eighteen.
He had been down below decks fixing the metal, barbed heads of the harpoons when the shout went out. They had been ambushed, two smaller and faster ships had come from around jagged rocky spires and shot roped harpoons into the hull. Aldo ran to the deck with an armload of harpoons to find they had been boarded already. Someone had lunged at him before he registered what was happening and cut him across the face. He dropped the harpoons and shrank away, ducking another blow. He scooped one of the fallen harpoons up from the deck and turned on his assailant. He fought fiercely alongside his crewmates, a sight to behold fighting with a massive harpoon. The Dawn Chaser was victorious but at a loss. From then on, Aldo decided to train with the harpoon as an unorthodox weapon. He smithed his own, using the saltwater of the sea to quench and temper the steel head like he had before. It proved to be a strong and long-lasting weapon that never seemed to dull or break like the harpoons he repaired for the ballistas. This was where his reputation began to take off. He earned himself the name Storm Smith and began making and repairing weapons for the crewmembers, no longer running harpoons back and forth. He spent another ten years as the smith for the Dawn Chaser. During that time he studied under the ship’s navigator as well and picked up on the skill.
At the age of thirty he left The Dawn Chaser behind and had saved up enough to get his own ship. In a moment of dark comedy from his home he named his ship The Baron’s Folly. At first he followed the same path and styled his ship and crew as big game hunters. It worked for a couple of years, but was not nearly as lucrative as it could have been. That was when the Folly started bidding for contracts to transport goods. Doing the off time when they didn’t have contracts they would still hunt big game. Aldo didn’t know at the time that when his crew set off for a hunt would be the last one they went on. They had all returned from shore leave and decided to go hunting rather than getting another contract. Everything went well leading up to and during the hunt. It was during the return trip with the catch strapped to the side of the hull that everything went to hell. Several of his crew came down sick, but the surgeon thought nothing of it at the time until they all turned to horrific statues, and this sickness spread, quickly infecting the rest of the crew and turning them to statues as well. Aldo was somehow spared and managed to steer the ship to a hidden cove and hid his ship with his crew frozen in their last moments of life and left it behind.
▼ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S:
Aldo is driven by the loss of his crew and is determined to find a cure to avenge their deaths.
▼ S K I L L S:
//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
◼ Smithing |
◼ Navigation |
◼ Charismatic Leadership |
◼ Spear (Harpoon) fighting |
◼ Limited archery |
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Stubborn |
◼ Accustomed to being in charge |
◼ Haunted by the deaths of his crew |
▼ N O T E S:
//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ A harpoon that stands taller than him |
◼ A compact crossbow with belt quiver |
◼ Leather armor |
◼ A bracelet made from rope and wood of The Baron’s Folly |
◼ Maps and charts from The Baron’s Folly |
◼ Navigation tools |
◼ Remaining funds from The Baron’s Folly |
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Wow guys. My PM inbox has never been busier and it’s great to see so many character applications up so rapidly. I’ll start working through and discussing all the characters submitted with Hillan this weekend, but until then here are a few discussion points and questions to pose to the players:
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?
Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?
When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?
Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?
When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?
Wow guys. My PM inbox has never been busier and it’s great to see so many character applications up so rapidly. I’ll start working through and discussing all the characters submitted with Hillan this weekend, but until then here are a few discussion points and questions to pose to the players:
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?
Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?
When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?
I think for me it's Ferros and everything surrounding the Baron and his smith friend. I mean I named my character's ship after it. I'm also interested in the fires in Mornfell.
I'm fine with starting as a group or solo/smaller partnerships. I think my character idea, if accepted, may work better in a small partnership at first and then work toward the larger group.
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L A N
LAN RA'NOK ◼ 11th February (20) ◼ Male ◼ His Tribe, The People, and Himself
"Stone men, pained faces."
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
Lan stands at the height of 5'11, weighing in at an approximate 77kg. His figure is one odd for a warrior, looking somewhat muscular but almost holding the appearance of someone who is starving, one birthed from a long walk across a desert with only sand bugs to dine on. His skintone is tanned, a common thing for the tribes that exist past even Eerum. His eyes are a vibrant yellow and catlike in their shape. His hair is a mess of brown curls, sitting with most of their mass atop his hair and pointing down to the bridge of his nose. Across his body are a series of tattoos. These half done tattoos, black in their colour, etch across his body the tale of how is great ancestors fought for his tribe and his people.
Lan adorns himself in a variety of light cloth rather than much amounts of battle armour. Even the traditional warriors of his tribe at least wore full leather chest plates and bronze helmets. Lan is much more about swift movement. He often wears a Shemagh around his face, his yellow eyes the only thing visible under them. He keeps it up during a fight, let's it hang as a hood when resting, and only takes it off when in the face of an important figure. Over his shoulders, he wraps a white cloth around him, which only just covers the leather chest piece under it. His midriff is left mostly exposed, leading to a pair of harem pants held up by a large metal belt. This silver metal also wraps around his hands in the form of bangles.
Lan adorns himself in a variety of light cloth rather than much amounts of battle armour. Even the traditional warriors of his tribe at least wore full leather chest plates and bronze helmets. Lan is much more about swift movement. He often wears a Shemagh around his face, his yellow eyes the only thing visible under them. He keeps it up during a fight, let's it hang as a hood when resting, and only takes it off when in the face of an important figure. Over his shoulders, he wraps a white cloth around him, which only just covers the leather chest piece under it. His midriff is left mostly exposed, leading to a pair of harem pants held up by a large metal belt. This silver metal also wraps around his hands in the form of bangles.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
The tribes past Eerum aren't officially in territory of the kingdom. As such, the old cultures and ways of the people Eeerum that have long past still live on in some way, just not within the walls of our gracious kingdom. Lan's tribe had a distant for those of the kingdom, seeing them as foreigners who only sought to take their land, wives, and sons. A people of immense spiritual virtue, believing in their ways and living by them. The tribe of Ra'nok believe that, when an animal is consumed by an individual, they are possessed by that creature. If the creature is not honoured properly upon death, then the individual will be cursed, and they will suffer a slow death. If a creature is respected, those of the Ra'nok believe that the abilities of your prey are granted to you as a show of good faith. The people of this tribe see respect, especially of the dead and those they take from, to be paramount.
Lan was born to the main family of the cheif, set to inherit the seat of his fathers tribe once he passed away. He was the first of seven sons, and he was always a rowdy and cunning young lad. When he was around the age of 5, his father took him hunting for wild boars to eat, and this is where he was thought the ways of his people. He liked the ideas of his tribe, that he could become as brave as a lion or as strong as an ox just from taking from the earth what he needed in the right way. It wasn't long until his father taught him how to use a bow and how to offer up the carcass of a hunt the proper way, and Lan was on his way. He loved hunting, and he loved spending time with his many, many brothers.
At the age of 18, Lan received his manhood, which in the Ra'nok tribe means receiving the tale of blood across the entire upper torso. He was to get it half done in his tribe, and it would be completed after his man-day, the first night he'd spend with his wife to be in the tribe nearest to them. Off Lan went, on his year-long epic to journey to become a man and bring back his wife to what would soon be their tribe. He got lost, so it took him 9 months to arrive there, and when he did, he was horrified. The entire tribe, petrified. Statues of people, ruby inside of them. Everyone was frozen.
He stole a horse and galloped back as fast as he could, not letting anything stop him. He needed to tell his father what happened, he needed to be told what to do, he couldn't do it on his own.
When he got home, he was met with the same situation. His mother, his father, his brothers, his uncles and his aunties, all turned to stone. All frozen in stone. He was the last of his name. He wondered what he'd done, what had caused this, and why had he been so lucky as to not get the same fate. He took his father's hooked sword and his sacrificial blade, and he vowed on his name that he'd bring them back. He put his shemagh around his face and looked toward the west. It was his only hope, he needed to get their help. His tribe depended on it.
Lan was born to the main family of the cheif, set to inherit the seat of his fathers tribe once he passed away. He was the first of seven sons, and he was always a rowdy and cunning young lad. When he was around the age of 5, his father took him hunting for wild boars to eat, and this is where he was thought the ways of his people. He liked the ideas of his tribe, that he could become as brave as a lion or as strong as an ox just from taking from the earth what he needed in the right way. It wasn't long until his father taught him how to use a bow and how to offer up the carcass of a hunt the proper way, and Lan was on his way. He loved hunting, and he loved spending time with his many, many brothers.
At the age of 18, Lan received his manhood, which in the Ra'nok tribe means receiving the tale of blood across the entire upper torso. He was to get it half done in his tribe, and it would be completed after his man-day, the first night he'd spend with his wife to be in the tribe nearest to them. Off Lan went, on his year-long epic to journey to become a man and bring back his wife to what would soon be their tribe. He got lost, so it took him 9 months to arrive there, and when he did, he was horrified. The entire tribe, petrified. Statues of people, ruby inside of them. Everyone was frozen.
He stole a horse and galloped back as fast as he could, not letting anything stop him. He needed to tell his father what happened, he needed to be told what to do, he couldn't do it on his own.
When he got home, he was met with the same situation. His mother, his father, his brothers, his uncles and his aunties, all turned to stone. All frozen in stone. He was the last of his name. He wondered what he'd done, what had caused this, and why had he been so lucky as to not get the same fate. He took his father's hooked sword and his sacrificial blade, and he vowed on his name that he'd bring them back. He put his shemagh around his face and looked toward the west. It was his only hope, he needed to get their help. His tribe depended on it.
▼ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S:
He wants to bring back his tribe, and if not that, he wants to get revenge on who or whatever caused it.
▼ S K I L L S:
//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Hunter at Heart: Lan is, among other things, a very skilled hunter. He is able to track and kill beasts competently, and this also extends to humans. He's an amazing bow shot, and he can competently use the materials around him, as well as the pelts of slain beasts, to create makeshift shelters when it is needed. He is also quite an alright stew maker.
◼ Terrain Traversal: Lan is quite skilled in getting his way around. He is extremely quick and good at climbing, making him a perfect scout or assassin. He's also able to use this skills mid-combat too, making him a fast-moving and hard to doge opponent.
◼ Spiritual Beliefs: Lan follows the teachings of his tribe, and so he does genuinely believe that the consumption of animal meat in the correct way will empower him and make him stronger. Be it a placebo or a strange form of magic, this does seem to have some effect on him.
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Weak: What Lan has in speed, he lacks in strength. Lan is neither that strong or that durable, he is much better equipped to take on one opponent than multiple, and he is unable to sustain many hits in a fight. Because of this, Lan often dodges around danger, rather than facing it head-on.
◼ Foreigner: Lan, as a foreigner, doesn't have a good grasp on the language of the kingdom or its customs. Because of this Lan can sometimes say things that, while completely making sense to him, are absolutely bizarre to others. This unfortunate language barrier can also get him in trouble, depending on who he is speaking to.
◼ Weighted Shoulders: Lan is the last of his family if the stone blight cannot be reversed, and this keeps a heavy amount of weight on him. All of his family, all those he's ever loved, taken from him without him even knowing how or why. Because of this, he becomes very upset and aggressive when around the statues that the blight causes, flashing of the pained faces of his family popping into his mind.
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//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ Shuang Gou: His Shuang Gou, or rather, Hooksword. this blade takes the shape of a hook, the inner side of which is sharpened. The guard is made of a crescent moon shaped blade also, coupled with a spiked pommel, allowing for an attack from a multitude of directions
◼ Sacrificial Blade: This blade, made of some sort of bone, holds significance. It must not be used on a human, and it must be used during a sacrificial meal. The bones handle is wrapped with leather, and strange symbols are written all over it, in a language that Lan assumes is the first language his people spoke.
◼ Bow and Arrows: Nice and simple, a longbow used to take out both enemies and prey from a longer distance.
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And he's done!
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?
All of the regions intrigue me but I sure do want to know what they've done with the prince!
Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?
Mages. It's usually mages. Blasted magic-wielders.
When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?
Honestly, whatever you'd prefer. I've just sorted out character concepts but we're leaving them vague enough to work into whatever plot hook you'd like us to adapt to.
@Roman I find that a more naturalist approach to forming a group always works better, letting people start individually and work their own ways together, crossing paths with each other. It feels more natural, and IMO is easier to do with as clear as the defined plot as the one you have.
In terms of area, Marshlands. AS per my PM to you.
In terms of area, Marshlands. AS per my PM to you.
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Ú L F R Þ Ó R I R
Ú L F R Þ Ó R I R
Ú L F R Þ Ó R I R
"Gold talks, your mouth on the other hand needs to stop."
════ C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T ════ _________________________________________________________════ C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T ════  _________________________________________________________ ════ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ════ ════ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y ════ Úlfr Þórir, Son of Brynjarr, Mountain-Spurned _________________________________________________________ 34 | ♂ | Mornfell-on-Mountainside _________________________________________________________ Widower | Allegiant to the Highest Bidder ══════ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ══════ ══════ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ══════ ▼ P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Build - Athletic ► Hair Colour - Blonde ► Eye Colour - Blue ► Height - 6'-4" ► Weight - 210lbs ► Skin Tone - Fair ► Scars - Numerous ► Tattoos - Numerous ► Piercings - None ► Other - Brand of the Mountain-Spurned - ════ M I S C E L L A N E O U S I T E M S ════ ════ M I S C E L L A N E O U S I T E M S ════ ▼ S K I L L S & A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Combat ► Butchering ► Charismatic ▼ F E A R S & W E A K N E S S E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Snakes ► Dying Alone ► Humiliation ▼ P A R A P H E R N A L I A ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Roughly Worn Armor ► Long-Handled Battle Axe ► Hunting Cleaver & Trousse Scabbard ► Weapon Oils ► Coin Pouch ► Rations ► Flask ► Waterskin ▼ O T H E R ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Note - | ════ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ════ ════ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ════ A towering mass of lean muscle and sinew, Úlfr is a prime specimen of the Mountainmen of Mournfell. Dressed in a raggedly garb composed of mail, plate, leather and fur, Úlfr's armor is kept light to allow for both movement in combat and aid his nomadic lifestyle. Piercing icy eyes constantly scan Úlfr's surroundings, darting back and forth like a cornered animal. A golden mane of windswept hair hangs off his head, draping down to his shoulders. A well-kept beard adorns his chiselled jawline, braided in the traditional style of the Mountainborn. ═════ C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S ═════ ═════ C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S ═════ Hailing from Mornfall-On-Mountainside, Úlfr attempted to uplift his family by participating in the trial of the Mountain-Brave. Scaling the mountain and living off what little the hostile environment provided, Úlfr survived to the top and managed to retrieve the flower and began his descent. Unfortunately, upon returning to the base of the mountain, the waters revealed the flower to be of the wrong colour and instead of ascending to the ranks of the Mountain-Brace, Úlfr was disgraced and branded as Mountain-Spurned. Reduced to sub-human treatment within the walls of Mornfall, Úlfr chose to leave. Stealing the most basic of supplies, the Mountain-Spurned warrior set off to make his life outside the walls of Mornfall. Honing his talents over nearly two decades, Úlfr has become an accomplished sellsword, trading his talents for gold. Now with the panic of the Blight sweeping the kingdom, the opportunistic warrior has found yet another way to trade his talents for a pouch full of gold. ═══════ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S ═══════ ═══════ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S ═══════ A cynical and jaded man, Úlfr is best described as an opportunist whose first and foremost goal is to look after himself. Life hasn't dealt him a kind hand, and so Úlfr has learned to prioritize himself above all else. To that end, the Mountain-Born sees the High Lord's call as little more than a means to an end, answering it solely to seek fame and fortune for himself. |
Wraiths always such a try hard.
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Wraiths always such a try hard.
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Wow guys. My PM inbox has never been busier and it’s great to see so many character applications up so rapidly. I’ll start working through and discussing all the characters submitted with Hillan this weekend, but until then here are a few discussion points and questions to pose to the players:
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?
Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?
When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?
As it comes to it, I'm finding myself very interested in the civil unrest of Eerum. I'm quite a big fan of political literature and there's an interesting possibility for that there. Vive la révolution and the like.
I agree with the sentiment of mages for the stone blight. It's always magic that messes shit up in places like this.
As for the placement situation, I think smaller groups would be fun but it also requires at least two characters per location, whereas we can start outright in the capital for the first act and always split later.
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@Zyshi Theron is accepted! Feel free to move her back to the Characters tab. Welcome!
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@Mao Mao Hillan and I discussed your sheet and both agreed that while the final concept - Sychan Tribal forcibly conscripted into the Wardens - is a great angle, we find the backstory a bit messy. To me personally, with the added context of the PMs, it feels like you approached me with a core concept, and then layered on top every suggestion I made in order to sort it for the game, and then you could play the original character regardless.
For instance, you came to me asking about hybrids, whereupon I suggested animal reverence, and then you've had your character and their tribe mistaken for hybrids in-universe anyway. Your backstory also feels contradictory at times; born as an orphan into the Wardens but brought up with knowledge of the tribe's culture anyway - the Elders (Khemrin elders?) being discovered but not punished - the original tribe approaching the Wardens for assimilation, but being first-generation Wardens?
We both agree that the core pillars of the character are great. Sychan Tribal, separate from Eerum? Great. Ex-Warden, blacklisted and exiled? Great. Rediscovered cultural heritage of animal worship, bringing a forgotten rival to the dominant religion of the Barbed Church? Great. All of these thrown into a cooking pot together without really straightening them out together, making the biography feel like your initial ideas with my PM suggestions layered haphazardly on top? Not so great.
There's a final-product-Gil here that's an excellent tribal making his way back into the world to save what remains of his lost culture, but it needs a bit of sanding and polish to make him really shine and clarify who he is and what he's striving for. Some streamlining would go a long way.
For instance, you came to me asking about hybrids, whereupon I suggested animal reverence, and then you've had your character and their tribe mistaken for hybrids in-universe anyway. Your backstory also feels contradictory at times; born as an orphan into the Wardens but brought up with knowledge of the tribe's culture anyway - the Elders (Khemrin elders?) being discovered but not punished - the original tribe approaching the Wardens for assimilation, but being first-generation Wardens?
We both agree that the core pillars of the character are great. Sychan Tribal, separate from Eerum? Great. Ex-Warden, blacklisted and exiled? Great. Rediscovered cultural heritage of animal worship, bringing a forgotten rival to the dominant religion of the Barbed Church? Great. All of these thrown into a cooking pot together without really straightening them out together, making the biography feel like your initial ideas with my PM suggestions layered haphazardly on top? Not so great.
There's a final-product-Gil here that's an excellent tribal making his way back into the world to save what remains of his lost culture, but it needs a bit of sanding and polish to make him really shine and clarify who he is and what he's striving for. Some streamlining would go a long way.
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@Roman Do you wish me to make the rest of the sheet then submit it, or am I better waiting for PM response?
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@Roman Do you wish me to make the rest of the sheet then submit it, or am I better waiting for PM response?
If your sheet is finished, submit it here so Hillan can see it as well.
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