[OOC] Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

[SmileyJaws]

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

A presence dark invades the fair,
And gives the horses ample scare,
For chaos reigns and panic numbs,
When something wicked this way comes.

So toll the bell and sound the drums,
For something wicked this way comes.

Beastmen, once having lived in Nomadic tribes, brutish and unnatural creatures that resided in the deep forests, raiding and pillaging villages and towns, have been banded together by a Lord of the beasts. Shador, champion of the Beastmen, unified the raider tribes under one banner. Hagur-Ur, the northernmost part of the known lands, an already barren land became the makings of an empire, an empire ruled by beasts. However, the intent of this army was to reach far further than Hagur-Ur. The gnarled grasp of the North slowly reaches outside of its domain, clawing at the civilizations of Man and all non-beast.

The Beastmen warbands attack with no warning, and villagers, merchants and travelers live in constant fear of ambush. They try to prepare themselves for such an event, and often desperately appeal to the nobles to scour North with their armies - however, at such a time of political upheaval with a pestilence spreading from the East and the dead inexplicably rising from their graves, the nobles have far more pressing concerns than the pleas of low-born villagers. Forced to fend for themselves, terrified villagers hack down great swathes of forests around their settlements, and the better off hire the services of mercenaries to protect them, barricading themselves indoors when they hear rumors of a marauding band within the area.

The more isolated villages and farmsteads are most at risk from attack. Far from any and all aid, travelers frequently will discover buildings or entire villages raised to the ground, cattle and villager butchered alike, lying where they were cut down. Full of malevolence the Beastmen take particular pride in tearing down the carefully constructed and ordered structures of men. For the united tribes of Beastmen, the battles fought in the South as well as the chaos and senseless murder are part of a religious war, an effort to bring down the civilisation of man which offends the Beasts’ gods. They believe that after the taint of man has been wiped from existence, the Beastmen shall inherit.

Our tale begins in the township of Galloway at the dainty tavern, "The Retired Sword". Perhaps it was a promise of women, adventure, riches or just a chance to do good. The biggest adventure of their lives is about to begin. So toll the bell and sound the drums, for something wicked this way comes...

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Lore

Arrival

Mournhold a land of breathtaking vistas, mighty rivers and thick forests. The history of the inhabitants of Mournhold is one of migration and violence. The race of men came from a continent far north that had it’s name all but stricken from the pages of history in the centuries since man’s arrival. It did not take long for the first people arriving a warrior folk to realize they were not alone and encountered elves who had been occupying the land – while it is not known how long fascinating elvish architecture lies scattered across the lands in ruins today.

For a short time the first settlers of man and many more migrating from the north lived alongside the occupants Aldrai as they had come to know them. Soon however the race of men’s numbers grew across the continent which in the eyes of the Aldrai was far too quick, leading to both sides getting dangerous ideas – men became greedy, wanting to colonize the land to leave behind the hidden past of the old world. Meanwhile the Aldrai became increasingly uncomfortable not wanting to see man’s culture overtake theirs, this lead to both fear and hate. Feeling threatened the Aldrai turned to a race war beginning to attack human settlements that were just beginning to take up among Aldreneth (Mournhold’s Elvish name). Killing all human settlers except for the few women and sometimes children kept as slaves. While not all Aldrai agreed with this course of action they had no control over the influence of a recent political movement that had taken control of Aldrai affairs.

Some of the race of men did not take this too kindly, legend says that Obeth, a warrior of unequivocal skill led a band of a thousand men, settlement by settlement, city by city Obeth’s army took the land and ran the Aldrai out of Mournhold, to much further east. Many of the minority Aldrai or elvish ran today in Mournhold are direct descendants of those who ironically became slaves or servants to a human majority who now rule the land. Elves today are not common in Mournhold often seen as outlanders who have no place, discrimination is in many parts the further north you go.

Magic

The art of altering the world, directly affecting reality through the use of Magik. Spells are a mystical effect as a direct action of casting the force of Magik. Magik flows through everyone and everything, all that is, is in someway comprised by the mystical element. Elvish scholars, who have with no doubt been studying the science and art of Magik the longest have concluded that it is the energy of everything living on the planet that can be manipulated and harnessed for an array of purposes. Different races who have taken it upon themselves to dedicate their lives to the study of Magik, particularly the race of men have come up with their own theories. Man's general belief is that it is the Gods who not only created Magik and used it to form the continent and surrounding lands but continue to use it today and as such their Magik overflows allowing them and the other races of the continent together to manipulate it.

The most common uses of Magik in Mournhold are; combat, healing, manipulating the mind and summoning - familiars who usually take a spiritual or physical form from nature they are temporary as it drains even a life-time Magik users reserve more vigorously than other practical uses, some parts of the world frown upon this to a varying degree from viewing it as unethical to even confusing it with a much darker and largely illegal art necromancy. Magik has also been used by some great minds to advance science through the use of Magik, something that became a recognized science of it's own and is the leading of said sciences. The art of potion making and changing alchemical properties of items to something more precious in small quantities.

Throughout Mournhold's history there have been many institutions dedicated to the study of Magik and acquiring greater knowledge of the arcane arts. The most accepted theory on Magik respected as law in the land is that of the God's divine presence while not allowing it to skew their study. The Elvish view is spare in Mournhold, largely studied in secret for fear of retribution.

Slavery

Slavery has been practiced in the wider world since time immemorial, from when different races first came across each other. Of course that does not mean it is used by all and different races have had different views on the act at any given point in history. The Elves, arguably the most advanced race philosophically in the known world have long since given up acts viewed as barbaric as slavery. A system both cultural and economically important to them for many years in their history. The Elves are known for once having ran a race of humanoids to extinction through slavery, although it is referred to by historians these days, particularly in Mournhold and like-minded nations as a genocide.

On paper and by decree, slavery is illegal in Mournhold, that is to say that the laws are only really enforced further South, the midlands is in a grey area, slavery is both frowned upon but practiced by some wealthy individuals, especially the aristocracy, the majority of slaves here are descendants of Elvish slaves since the arrival so among those who keep slaves they justify it as more ethical than freeing them to something they'd never know. Further up North slavery is more common, as well as the mistreatment of slaves, it's vital to a portion of the economy as well as a farming. An area of the land that widely sees itself forgotten by the nation tend not to care for them, or their laws. It is not uncommon to see exotic races kept as slaves, sold by foreign traders although no such merchants come anymore with the wild attacks of the beastmen.

Coming soon.

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Locations

*This list will be added to as the role-play progresses.

Galloway (Starting Location)

Situated next to the river Gallow, the walled township of Galloway is lead by Lord Ady Bolster a noble born into his position as were those who came before him. The Bolster family are and always have been an ally to the King but have not made themselves enemies to those who now oppose in the current political upheaval (like Eddard the Pale of Aurora's End). Staying in the good books of the King has lead to many benefits for Galloway, particularly now. The barracks outside of the North gate is garrison to over two-hundred state soldiers charged with the protection of the town and it's people. Galloway has a healthy economy which is mainly supported by hunting and leather working. But their biggest strength is elaborate beer brewing techniques. Galloway Ale is said to be some of the finest in the land and provides a meaty chunk of the townships treasury.

The town has a generally pleasant feeling except for perhaps it's center, Executioner's Square. A large statue of the King sits in Executioner's square well as the Gallows and chopping block, not only reminding all who rules but giving an ominous feeling of death.

The townsfolk of Galloway, while fearing attacks from Beastmen are confident in the troops garrisoned there and Lord Ady to be able to defend the town. They know their walls are strong and won't fall easily.

Gallowglade Forest

Gallowglade Forest separates the settlements of Galloway and Aurora’s End. A dangerous trek if you happen to get lost, many travelers have fallen off the beaten path and found their deaths in the Gallowglade. It isn’t uncommon for adventurers to come across fallen corpses of those who came before them, often picked clean but not always. This has lead to some priceless finds for the lucky ones.

The Gallowglade is a thick forest with an abundance of overgrowth, the same is true for wildlife from strange and wonderful flora to animals such as wild boar. During the summer months, hunters for miles and miles around flock to Gallowglade forest for it’s plentiful game.

Aurora's End

Rooted on the light side of the woodlands, the town-stead of Aurora’s End is home to Eddard The Pale, his lordship residing over the town and surrounding area. Home to approximately five-hundred townsfolk, this does not include Eddard himself nor the two knight errant, three squires and contingency of thirty men-at-arms (or state soldiers depending from which part of the kingdom you hail from). While far from city status, Aurora’s End is a large town running alongside a branch of the river Barrow. It was not by accident that the town was built by a woods, as it has not only spiritual significance to the people of Aurora’s End, but is also a great source of income for the many skilled woodsmen and craftsmen who choose to take up home here. However, being next to the woodland also has it’s drawbacks in these uncertain times. Aurora’s End has been lucky to thus far escape the pestilence but it was not so lucky in evading the effects of political upheaval. Rumors, whether or not founded in truth, are quickly spreading and not everyone is convinced that Eddard and his men possess the strength in numbers to hold off an attack from a band of Beastmen.

Maple and thatched rooftops scattered throughout and willow wood walls give the township itself an appearance suited to its location. The general atmosphere of the town is pleasant. The economy of Aurora’s End is neither bountiful or feeble, supported mostly by woodsmen and fishing their biggest economic strength comes from their intricate and somewhat unique fletching techniques.

The most infamous street in Aurora’s End would be Terrier Walk, a place full of beggar’s and thieves and also the “Fletcher’s Arms”, a fairly reputable tavern at least among the locals.

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Character Skeleton

This is the updated CS, once you have it filled out post it in the character section.

Name:

Age:

Appearance:
(Pictures & written description are preferable, please Lord no Anime aha. Written descriptions do not have to be heavily detailed).

Class:
(Think typical fantasy classes, try give a bit of a description of class).

Alignment:
(Something to remember in relation to your characters actions and interactions, think typical RPG alignments i.e. Lawful, Neutral, Chaotic and their variations).

Weapon(s):

Armor/Clothing:

Personal trinkets:
(Really just a fluff thing but you never know when something could come in useful etc).

Short History:
(Detailing briefly the events from birth to your arrival at Galloway).

Other:
(Anything else you'd like to add or feel I've left out).

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(Pictures & written description are preferable, please Lord no Anime aha. Written descriptions do not have to be heavily detailed).

[color=silver][b]Class:[/b][/color]
(Think typical fantasy classes, try give a bit of a description of class).

[color=silver][b]Alignment:[/b][/color]
(Something to remember in relation to your characters actions and interactions, think typical RPG alignments i.e. Lawful, Neutral, Chaotic and their variations).

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(Detailing briefly the events from birth to your arrival at Galloway).

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(Anything else you'd like to add or feel I've left out).

[SmileyJaws]

For those who didn't see the interest check this role-play is limited to five players so submit your CS if you're interested!

[XenoCyanide]

I will have on written up by the end of the weekend! :)

[Venku]

Working on one now

[Venku]

Aelrath

Name:Aelrath Teasen'rretyn

Age:
25

Appearance:

Pictures

Aelrath is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 6’2” and the weight of 200lbs. He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.
Class:
Arcane Swordsman
Capable of using some basic magic and masters of using swords. Arcane Swordsmen generally prefer using magic to enhance their melee combat, though they are capable of some ranged magic.

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Weapon(s):

Father's sword

Self-made sword

Armor/Clothing:
As seen in the pictures he wears a hooded cloak over a chest plate. He wears leather boots reinforced with a chainmail-like material and the rest of his clothing is cloth.

Personal trinkets:
(Really just a fluff thing but you never know when something could come in useful etc).
Necklace with a silver-gray gem in the center of his mother’s family crest, a sword carried by an eagle.
Short History:
Aelrath has grown up shunned by many of those around him because of his mother. His mother was an elf who was the direct descendant of slaves. She had been relatively well off becoming a barmaid and saving money to leave her hometown of Lakeshore. It was around this time that she met a man who took a fancy to her, they were together for a few months until he found out she was pregnant. He disappeared that night leaving behind a sword and an old tome. After his birth his mother became a seamstress selling her wares to provide for her growing son. Aelrath was quite an intelligent child learning to speak before his first birthday. When he turned 7 his mother met an old scholar who was willing to teach Aelrath to read and write for a reasonable fee. He quickly caught on and was able to read fluently by age 9. It was around this time that his mother gave him the items left behind by his father, the old tome contained systematic instructions on how to wield the sword as well as a basic wind spell. Aelrath soon mastered the basic sword stances but it took until he was 12 for him to be able to cast the spell consistently. His mother arranged for him to be apprenticed to the town blacksmith, who was an excellent but strict teacher. Aelrath studied under him for 8 year learning all that he could. When Aelrath was 20 he had taken over the blacksmith's shop for the most part as his teacher was getting too old to forge. All seemed to be going well until one night the town was attacked by a large beastman warband. A group of rangers appeared shortly after however they were only able to drive the beastmen back after a tough fight were many townspeople died, Aelrath's mother and the old blacksmith among the dead. He joined the rangers temporarily as they continued to hunt down the warband. After they killed all those they could find he broke away from them roaming the country alone, honing his skills and learning new spells. He was in Galloway because he had heard there was a skilled mage there and he wanted to see if he could learn more spells from them.

Other:

@SmileyJaws

[Mesonyx]

Will be posting one at the end of the day :))

[SmileyJaws]

@XenoCyanide @Mesonyx Good stuff, looking forward to reading them.

@Venku Nice character, I added the lore for magic users into the lore section so if you want to give it a read, hopefully it makes some kind of sense haha.

Also, while we're keeping it to humans here unless someone really wants to play an Elf, but understand you'll be widely viewed as an outsider by people outside of the party. I'd like to hear any ideas for races, this was originally a world-building project before the reboot, it'd be cool if this takes off to have a persistent world there in the future created by all participants.

EDIT: Slavery added to lore section.

[Mesonyx]

I decided to go for an older character; his intelligence might not be impressively high, but he has the strength and - strangely enough - compassion to make up for it.

Oh, typing Bjorn instead of Bjørn is not a problem either. I just liked the way it looked!

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Name:
Bjørn Ulfrikson

Age:
41 yo

Appearance:

Bjørn Ulfikson

Bjørn Ulfrikson, 6'2" tall and padded with muscle, is a tough looking creature. His brown manes - which includes his beard - show the first traces of grey, much against his liking. His eerily cold eye, its colour best described as colourless or pale, is often fixated on either ale or an attractive individual - most probably ale, while his other eye lays hidden beneath a thick, ugly scar which was the result of a dispute with the local guardsmen.

The sides of his skull are shaved and decorated with black - slightly faded - ink which creeps down his neck where it continues to flow over his shoulders, down his arms and towards his hands. The lines often interrupted by thick scars and scrapes from battle and brawls.

Class:
Berserker;

The Berserker is a character who throws himself into a fight with such reckless abandon, it almost seems a death wish. It could be over-enthusiasm, overconfidence, or an unstoppable, blinding rage that fuels him. Berserkers are equally capable of being good or evil, but almost always chaotic in their ways. They regularly have to be reminded by their teammates to control themselves after a particularly close call. 


The berserkr of Viking-age Scandinavia: Warriors who are said to have thrown themselves into battle wearing only animal hides for armour and with no regard for their own safety. Their 'battle-madness', whose exact nature is presently unknown (some say it came from eating weird mushrooms before a battle) is said to have been a gift from the Gods. The word "berserkr" means "Bear-shirt" in Old Norse, referring to either their going into battle with the ferocity of bears or for wearing bear pelts into battle. Their effectiveness in battle is up for debate, but they were an imposing and terrifying nightmare to the continental Europeans — and, if The Icelandic Sagas are to be trusted, to their own civilization.

’His men rushed forwards without armour, were as mad as dogs or wolves, bit their shields, and were strong as bears or wild oxen, and killed people at a blow, but neither fire nor iron told upon them.’

Snorri Sturluson (1179–1241) Ynglinga saga

Alignment:
Chaotically Neutral

Weapon(s):
He'll carry with him his beloved axe, also used to chop wood whenever in need of a campfire, which he forged himself at the beginning of his journey. Found in his other hand - when not an ale - or on his back, he has a wooden, round shield which has seen better days and is in dire need of a repair or replacement. Hanging from his belt he'll also have a sharp, dagger-like knife which he uses to skin animals with, or - whenever needed - serves as a useful weapon against his enemies.

Armor/Clothing:
For battle, or quests, during colder months, he wears a sleeveless mail shirt formed of interlinked, riveted rings. It's mostly covered by thick furs and skins to make Bjørn look even broader than he already is. He'll have a bear-skin draped over his shoulder, its head sown on wolf-pelt to create a warm hood and rather disturbing sight.

During the warmer months, however, he wears a loin-cloth'like piece of dark fabric, underneath which - when not too warm - a tight pair of pants with leather boots and around his waist a massive gut belt, also functioning as armour to protect some of his vital organs.

He'll always dress to impress, having to seem intimidating in a way. So he'll most likely carry furs or animal bones with him to create such illusion.

Personal trinkets:

• Personal
  
  • Father's ring; given to him by his uncle after the fire.
  • Grizzly claw; hanging from his neck he displays the claws of a massive beast, the same creature once owned the thick fur that now hangs from Bjørn's shoulder.
• Functional
  
  • Knife (Weapon + Tool)
  • Axe (Weapon + Tool)
  • Whetstone
  • Flint and Steel
  • Tinder
  • Waterskin; most probably filled with an alcoholic beverage

Short History:
Bjørn was born and raised in a mountainous township which was well-known for mining. His parents had raised him in a strict way and hoped he’d one day would take over his father’s mining company, but after years they gave up on that idea. Young Bjørn just wasn’t great student and had no interest in maths or economy. His interest laid beyond the safe walls of his home. He had always dreamt of being an adventurer, or a soldier serving the crown. He wanted to explore and help people out, but his parents didn’t approve.

One day when Bjørn was fifteen years of age, the king’s men came to inspect his father’s mining business, like they did often. There was always trouble between the king and his dad. The crown demanded a lower price, but his father had declined. They had lowered the price three times already that year. But his refusal had been the last straw.

The young Bjørn was helping out at the mines when he saw the flames arising from his home. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, but when he arrived his home had already been devoured by flames and his parents buried beneath the embers. Bjørn grew a hatred towards the men who carried with them the king’s sigil. He had realised that day that there was nothing lawful about them.

His uncle let him live with him and his wife, they raised him like he was one of their own. His uncle had been a worker in the mines and took his father’s position while teaching Bjørn the ropes of mining itself. He grew older and stronger in the dark, picking stone until his muscles ached, day-after-day. Then one morning he said his goodbyes, leaving his home to seek the men who had taken his parents from him.

Of course, too many years had passed for him to find them. Their faces had faded from his memory and their traces disappeared over time. He wasn’t in peace, but he decided that helping others out would at least ease the still aching pain. Now traveling the land, he helps out wherever he can; keeping trade-routes safe, farmers who need an extra hand during the harvest, and more. These days, while being in the area, he spends his hours drinking and brawling with the local louts at ‘The Retired Sword’.

Personality:
Bjørn Ulfrikson lives up to his name; he's a musclebound goliath of great proportions. He's large, a little hairy and richly decorated with ink.. - Did I mention that he's large? With his axe in one hand and a mug of ale in the other, he’s often found causing havoc in taverns and other places of merriment. This bulky character is easily the brains of the group due to his vast knowledge of shapes and colours. - Okay, he’s clearly the muscle and not one to be trusted with difficult decision making. His intelligence has proven problematic in the past; Violence is his preferred approach. Quick and easy.

But don’t get fooled by those bulky arms and intimidating gaze. This ale-loving man could easily become your best friend. He’s as loyal as a dog and would never leave someone behind. This (surprisingly huggable) giant’s laughter could warm the coldest of hearts and he has proven himself to be more compassionate than people, and he himself, expect him to be. He has a good sense of right and wrong and serves justice as he deems fit, which might not always be the lawful way.

[XenoCyanide]

Artemis Snowscar

Name: Artemis Snowscar

Age: 28

Appearance:


Class: Infiltrator
Handles bladed weapons very well and is an accurate marksman with a crossbow. Preference is to flank the enemy, attacking weak points. Employs dirty tactics to win fights. Utilizes subterfuge, obfuscation, and alchemy to achieve his goals.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (True Neutral Inclinations)

Weapon(s):

Longsword

Crossbow and Bolts

Two Dirks

Armor/Clothing:
The attire worn is usually either leather or hide for ease of movement, with metallic plates over his shoulders and forearms to provide protection and deflection. Only employs a mask when on a hunt, which otherwise he wears the clothing of the local populace to better blend in.

Personal trinkets: Wedding Band

Short History:
Artemis was born on the eastern edge of Mournhold along the banks of a river. It was a small hamlet comprised of simple people with simple lives. His father was a learned man with a trouble past and decided to make Coolwater his home, perhaps running from tragedy. His mother was a seamstress while his father took care of the hamlet’s more political machinations, acting as a liaison between the crown and the town. He held no true political office, but being one of the few men who could read, write, and orate in the town, the burden laid on him.
His father had a hidden flaw, however. He was a gambler, and a bad one at that. His addiction is one of the things he was running from, but one night when soldiers from the crown were passing through from one township to another, he took to the drink, and took to the cards. It wasn’t long before he had lost everything. His home. His wife’s business. Even his station. Worst of all, he lost his son. Artemis was only ten years old, still a child at heart. He wanted nothing more than to run amongst the cornfields, play soldier with his friends, and get weirded out by the young girls who would tease him.
It was a time where the kingdom needed to bolster its ranks, fearing retribution from neighboring warbands and raiding parties, these soldiers were tasked with searching for capable men and women. Thrown into a cage like some beast, he was hauled away to a weeping mother and a distraught father. He would never see them again and learned years later that his mother took her own life, walking into the river that bore them so much life and drowning herself and his father never woke up one day from a night of drink. It has been so long he had forgotten their names and their faces.

For the next eight years Artemis was in the service of the crown, being taught everything from stabling horses to sword play. He was a rebellious boy at first, ashamed and afraid of being torn away from the only life that he knew, but slowly over time, began to accept his life for what it was: Fodder for a king he never met to a kingdom he didn’t understand. It wasn’t long before those in charge of him noticed that Artemis embodied a certain quality about him. He didn’t stand out. He was never at the top of his class nor at the bottom. Those that paid attention, however, saw that he was exceptional with the blade, but lost duels on purpose. His looks were unremarkable and he wasn’t the largest of men. Unimposing, even.
A lieutenant took notice of the boy and took him before another man. Artemis learned never to be frightened by mortal flesh, for all that bleeds can die. But this man unnerved him. Something about him just seemed… off. The next several years were steeped in darkness. He was taught to blend in. Manipulate. Coerce. Prepare alchemical concoctions to paralyze or to kill. When he was deemed ready, he was given to task. At first, they were innocent enough. Befriend a local merchant or eavesdrop on a conversation in a tavern. All with the purpose of gaining information. Of course, innocence never lasts, and the darker part of his life began to take form. Steel would enter flesh, silently as a whisper in the wind. Blood would spill across wooden floors, never to creak and betray his existence to the world. This is who he was.
That is, even a man such as he can find love. Mournhold was hell embodied to Artemis. His entire life he saw nothing but the worst of man. Pedophiles and rapists, running from the crown, would not run very far. Corrupt politicians with the proclivity towards sadism, using their connections to keep from the executioner’s axe, mysteriously died in their sleep, comfortable under silken sheets in their mansions. In all of this, Artemis found her. Raven-haired Victoria, with a smile that could cut even the thickest of chains and a touch that would woo the soul of the most berserked man. In secret they married as he feared his employer would disapprove and their disapproval usually meant that one was not long for this world.
In the end it wasn’t the Crown that betrayed his heart. It was these… beastman. Victoria had convinced Artemis to visit his childhood home, having used some excuse as to why he had left in the first place. Perhaps he went to find solace and peace with his past but all he could muster was the venom against his father. His father, a man so deeply pained, killed his wife and lost his only son, and couldn’t even be man enough to do something about it. Upon his return, Artemis was met with ruin. Buildings smoldering and crushed bodies. Soldiers sifting through the debris, either trying to find survivors or looking to plunder whatever meager riches these peasants had. Something broke inside of Artemis that day. Whatever demons he compartmentalized away throughout the years began to break free, that delicate wall he had built cracking under the pressure.

This was almost a year ago. Ever since, he has been running and hunting. His main objective was to be a culling. The very apocalypse in which these beastman fear. It was in every town he went to, not beastman to kill, but men and women with such evil hearts and black souls. Retribution was not far behind.

Gear:

• Waterskin
• Rope
• Firestriker
• Whetstone
• Carving knife
• Bedroll
• Alchemical Bag

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[Venku]

@SmileyJaws The magic info makes sense. the different schools of thought thing is quite interesting. I am aware that my character would be discriminated against that is part of the reason he wears a hood, to hide his ears.

[XenoCyanide]

@Venku Hell, you could even clip your ears down :)

@Smileyjaws How do the characters look to you? Oh, and are we waiting for one more? Can't wait to get this started! :)

[Mesonyx]

@Venku@XenoCyanide Cut 'em clean off, I'd say! - I mean, er.. Look, ale!

Also, same. I can't wait. I'm sitting here stalking all you guys. I mean.. ale.

[SmileyJaws]

Haha, thanks to the guys who submitted characters so far, originally the interest showed there would be too many characters to fit in and we'd have to shortlist. I suppose it's not everyday you get to express that you're happy the initial interest fell through! Consider yourselves accepted and add them to the approved character sections.

We're waiting on one more character that fits the RP and the we'll begin, I'm giving it until the weekend and if no one has added to our character pool by then we will start. Thanks for your continued patience guys, glad to have you on board. @Mesonyx@XenoCyanide@Venku

[Heap241]

Interested! I don't have time to type out my character right now but I may tonight or tomorrow morning.

[SmileyJaws]

@Heap241 I'll reserve you a space until tomorrow evening. After that it'll be first come, first served most likely.

[Stekkmen]

this looks pretty neat, i'll type up a character

edit: i think it might have to be a Lawful Good character, or an evil character of some kind, otherwise it'd be one Neutral character too many

[Stekkmen]

(wrong button damn it)

[SmileyJaws]

@Stekkmen Good stuff, if Heap hasn't posted a CS by tomorrow evening and you get one in then we're golden. Either way, need to get this thing started haha.

[Heap241]

Evaline Summerfall

Age: 18

Appearance:


Alignment: Neutral

Class: Priest class mage

Weapon(s):Dagger

Dagger

Armor/Clothing:
Wears a olive green scarf around her head to cover her ears. Clothes are also green. Knee length dress with several difference feathers attached to the left side of a brown leather belt around her waist. Also attached to her belt is her dagger. Boots are brown leather. Brown fingerless gloves. She wears a crystal necklace given to her by her mother. Over all of her apparel she wears a deep burgundy cloak.

Personal trinkets:
None other then what has already been described.

Short History:
Evaline's mother was an elf, she was taken by an aristocratic family while pregnant with Evaline and enslaved. Evaline was born soon afterwards, also kept as a slave. The family in question owned a very large and successful vineyard and winery. Evalines mother studying healing magic before her capture and began teaching this to Evaline at a very young age, keeping it to herself so the masters would not find out. At the age of 3 Evaline was kept indoors to work on household chores and jobs while her mother worked the vineyard, each night they slept under a trapdoor. It was kept under a rug with a coffee table over it to hide it from unwanted eyes and attention. This little space held a small shelf along the wall on one side and hay rolls with a few thin blankets covering the ground. The space was approximately 6 feet by 3 feet by 4 feet. They were allowed one candle a week. Evalines mother taught her, her native language and began teaching her how to read and write.

Once Evaline turned four she was branded by the family as her mother had been. Burned at the base of her neck with the familys emblem. A circle with a bears head and arrows crossed over the top. With her mothers healing abilities she was able to sooth the pain and burn but not heal the scar. Evaline was terribly mistreated, her ears, once a symbol of greatness as her mother told it, now were a mark of disgust and hatred. Each day she was slung with insults, beaten and laughed at, each night, she studied with her mother.

One morning when Evaline was 10 she burned her arm in the fire where she was making the families breakfast. Her mother instinctively saw her and began to sooth the wound. The masters saw this and a greedy smile spread across their faces. That night her mother gave her the blue crystal necklace and kissed Evaline on the forehead. 'Tomorrow I will be going away," She said before slipping off into sleep. The next morning the trap door opened with a start and her mother was wisped up and dragged away. The door was then closed and locked, after several hours Evaline heard voices laughing and shouting above. "If only we knew earlier! We made a fortune on that one!" From that day Evaline continued to work hard promising herself that one day she would find her mother and free her.

At the age of 15 after Evaline was shut under the trap door she heard the many yells and sounds of a beast invasion. She kept very still as the sounds of screams filled the estate. The invaders stayed in the home for a week, never finding Evaline under the floor board. On their final day they set the home to flame and vanished. In a hurry Evaline emerged from the now barricaded door, she searched the house for a satchel and stuffed it with food, she then grabbed a scarf and ran from the estate, her mothers necklace around her neck too afraid to turn and look back at the home set aflame. The smell of burning bodies and cooking wine filled the air.

Evaline wondered the woods for some time, she wrapped the scarf around her head (as you would a bandanna) to cover her ears and the family emblem. When she ran out of food she found the dagger at the bottom of the satchel. With this she began attempting to hunt, all the while travelling through the wood hoping to find a village. After 6 months of travelling she ended up in Galloway. Now 16 she collapsed at the local tavern, named The Retired Sword, where she was given food. With no money to pay she began working to pay off her meal. The owner of the tavern not knowing of her race offered her a job and a room, at this point she began going by Elaine. She continued to practice her healing abilities and listened to travellers conversations for any sign of her mothers whereabouts. "One day I will leave and find her," She often told herself. She saved her money to supply herself with the basic accommodations for travel, a bedroll, travelling cooking pot, flint sticks and a small portable wooden chest filled with healing herbs she has gathered over years.

[Venku]

@Heap241 ooh another character of elven heritage. Plus with her our group is not a full on sausage party lol. Btw whatisher class? It is missing from your cs