[OOC] Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

[Komager]

Are you still accepting new players? I was thinking of maybe playing a Pradian blacksmith who was captured from Pradus and sent with the garrison to make and maintain their arms and armour. Maybe even have him in prison for sabotage after delivering a faulty batch or something.

[Halvtand]

@Komager If he's not inside the prison, he could be the guy the prisoners go to to get out of their shackles.

[VitoftheVoid]

Are you still accepting new players? I was thinking of maybe playing a Pradian blacksmith who was captured from Pradus and sent with the garrison to make and maintain their arms and armour. Maybe even have him in prison for sabotage after delivering a faulty batch or something.

@Komager

I dig that idea. Go for it. :)

[AtomicNut]

So far i have three ideas. A witch (magic user that was never aligned to Yulia and probably chased by the inquisition or imprisoned for refusing to bow). A disgraced crusader from Miriand. Or a traitor Yulian who has decided to side with the underdogs.

Hmmm what to do...

[Komager]

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I dig that idea. Go for it. :)

@VitoftheVoid

Sweet, thank you. I'll start working on it as soon as I get home.

[VitoftheVoid]

So far i have three ideas. A witch (magic user that was never aligned to Yulia and probably chased by the inquisition or imprisoned for refusing to bow). A disgraced crusader from Miriand. Or a traitor Yulian who has decided to side with the underdogs.

Hmmm what to do...

@AtomicNut

Any of those could potentially work out well, though one has to wonder how to imprison a mage... I'd assume however it is it's probably unpleasant.

[AtomicNut]

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Any of those could potentially work out well, though one has to wonder how to imprison a mage... I'd assume however it is it's probably unpleasant.

@VitoftheVoid

Probably involves lots of chains, seals and sensory deprivation.

[Awesomoman64]

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though one has to wonder how to imprison a mage...

@VitoftheVoid

We better figure out before I post. Mezdon is in prison right now XD

[VitoftheVoid]

@Awesomoman64

This is a good point that I'd not really thought about, haha.

[VitoftheVoid]

Hey folkses.

Seeing as the OOC is progressing along lightning fast I've also opened a Discord for anyone who wants to talk in a more fast-paced manner.

Feel free to use it, or not. I generally have it open. :)

discord.gg/Fx6K2sS

[Awesomoman64]

@VitoftheVoid

Are magic runes a thing in this world? Because if so all we have to do slap some disruption ones on a pair of shackles and boom. We good.

[Halvtand]

@VitoftheVoid

Are magic runes a thing in this world? Because if so all we have to do slap some disruption ones on a pair of shackles and boom. We good.

@Awesomoman64

Unless iron happens to be the anathema of magic in this world like so many other.

[1Hawkeyes]

Helena Crawford

Full Name: Helena Crawford

Nicknames/Aliases: Anything is okay with her, though she doesn't have any specific nicknames at the moment.

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Occupation/Class: Blacksmith/Fighter

Kingdom of Origin: Yulia, but currently lives in Pradus (See backstory)

Description: Helena is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 135 pounds. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair which is many times worn down unless working or training.

Equipment: Generic smithing equipment, a one-handed sword she crafted, an iron shield, and leather armor, though she doesn't tend to carry these around. Probably has a small knife with her on all times, but doesn't want to use it unless needed.

Personality: Helena is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly. She's also very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily, but usually won't get violent unless physically provoked.

Skills: She's an apprentice in smithing and can craft most common blades and is now focusing on learning more advanced blades. She is a skilled fist and sword fighter.

Weaknesses: She has a "bleeding heart." If an enemy begs for mercy, most likely she will show mercy, and even help them out with wounds depending on the situation.

Fatal Flaw: She has 0 knowledge of magic wielding and would have extreme trouble trying to defend against it. (Though not too sure how the magic works in this thread. XD)

[Brief History: It needs smoothing out- a lot-, but Helena's father, Warren, was a citizen of Pradus, and her mother, Katherine of Yulia. Warren was a simple mine worker while Katherine a powerful mage. Immediately, once the two first met, they vowed themselves to each other. The two met as often as they could, wanting to keep the meetings a secret because of the tensions. Soon, Katherine became pregnant. Although she couldn't quit her training in magic, she reduced it, as the physical consequences could cause her the loss of her unborn child. During this pregnancy, and due to the tensions between Yulia and Pradus, the couple agreed it would be safer to wait a while before seeing each other again. The problem was the custody of the unborn child. Both parents wanted to keep the child, but they couldn't settle a solution happily. Finally, Katherine gave birth, not to one, but to two daughters. Immediately she informed Warren. The two finally found a solution to their problem. One child would be given to each parent. So, Katherine chose Helena to go with Warren and live in Pradus. Her fraternal twin, Diane, remained in Yulia. Since this, Warren and Katherine lost touch. Despite this, both parents have informed the children about each other, though they have never met.

Because of the hard work in the mines, Warren died. Helena now owns the small house he once did (not sure if this is okay with the lore) and is an apprentice under one of the many blacksmiths. Through the years she has been trained in the art of the sword and hand-to-hand combat in case of a full-scaled revolution. When she can, she practices both techniques, making her well-rounded fighter.

Due to the death of her father and the overall harsh conditions put upon the citizens of Pradus, Helena is considering joining the rebel groups.

Other: She knows Diane's name, but if she were walking down the street and crossed her, she would have no way to recognize her as her twin as they aren't identical.

Diane Dawson

Full Name: Diane Dawson

Nicknames/Aliases: Her mother occasionally calls her Di, but she prefers Diana for anyone else.

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Occupation/Class: Mage

Kingdom of Origin: Yulia

Description: Diane is very thin, standing at 5'5" weighing about 115 pounds. She has very dark brown eyes with even darker flecks near the pupils. She has dark brown, wavy hair which she prefers to wear down than tying up. She wears flowing clothes because she feels she can use magic better that way.
Equipment: Honestly, I'm not sure what kind of equipment a mage should have. She does have many books of spells and techniques.

Personality: Diane is a pretty quiet person and prefers to listen to someone talk over talking. At first she'll seem shy, but it's because she likes learning who someone is before opening up. She loves listening to others to learn who they are and will keep her talking not too personal. Once she does open up to someone, they will learn she can be hard to keep quiet.

Skills: I'm not exactly sure how the magic works, but she's still an apprentice. Though she is powerful, she is still learning a lot.

Weaknesses: She majorly lacks in physical strength. Although a strong apprentice, she isn't a master and that could be a problem.

Fatal Flaw: Diane has very little hand-to-hand combat training, so if someone runs up and punches her before she can cast a spell, she's done for.

Brief History: It needs smoothing out- a lot-, but Diane's father, Warren, was a citizen of Pradus, and her mother, Katherine of Yulia. Warren was a simple mine worker while Katherine a powerful mage. Immediately, once the two first met, they vowed themselves to each other. The two met as often as they could, wanting to keep the meetings a secret because of the tensions. Soon, Katherine became pregnant. Although she couldn't quit her training in magic, she reduced it, as the physical consequences could cause her the loss of her unborn child. During this pregnancy, and due to the tensions between Yulia and Pradus, the couple agreed it would be safer to wait a while before seeing each other again. The problem was the custody of the unborn child. Both parents wanted to keep the child, but they couldn't settle a solution happily. Finally, Katherine gave birth, not to one, but to two daughters. Immediately she informed Warren. The two finally found a solution to their problem. One child would be given to each parent. So, Katherine chose Helena to go with Warren and live in Pradus. Her fraternal twin, Diane, remained in Yulia. Since this, Warren and Katherine lost touch. Despite this, both parents have informed the children about each other, though they have never met.

So, Katherine taught Diane many elements of magic from a very young age. This led to Diane being very proficient in magic. Currently, she has switched teachers as both her and her mother thought it would be more beneficial. Diane has not seen her mother in a little over a year, but does exchange letters with her.

Other: She knows Helena's name, but if she were walking down the street and crossed her, she would have no way to recognize her as her twin as they aren't identical.

@1Hawkeyes

@VitoftheVoid Was I accepted? XD

[VitoftheVoid]

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@VitoftheVoid Was I accepted? XD

@1Hawkeyes

Yes, apologies. Saw the app appearing when I checked early in the morning and read it over and made a mental note to accept them, and evidently it slipped my mind. They're accepted!

[AtomicNut]

Okay here's my idea. This is sort of a nomadic faction of magic users. They are called Ravenites because they are descendants of the followers of the Crow Queen, a semi-legendary villain in Yulian history who rebelled against the customs long ago and was subsequently exiled. Ravenites are fundamentally animist. They worship Gods and forest spirits, and usually dedicate themselves to the study of the mysteries of the world and magic. Unlike legitimate Yulians, they do not discriminate genders. Talented users are called either Witches or Warlocks, depending on the gender. In recent history their numbers have dwindled because the lands and roads becoming inhabitable as well as several high-profile Ravenites siding with Miriand, Pradus and Alessa as magically-capable auxiliary forces. Ravenites are hunted by the Inquisition actively.

Liliwen

Full Name: Liliwen

Nicknames/Aliases:Sparrow

Age:20

Gender:Female

Occupation/Class: Ravenite Witch

Kingdom of Origin:Nomadic (Yulian exiles).

Description: Liliwen is rather slim and average heighted woman with a thin waist and shapely hips. She posseses waist-long chestnut hair, fair skin and haunting golden eyes. Liliwen usually is demure in her manners and gentle in her voice, although her angered stare is quite penetrant. During her stay in prison, part of her usual beatiful frames have been wasting away under the roughness of her caretakers, although she hasn't been excessively marred.
Equipment: Prison Rags

Personality: Liliwen is a bleeding heart. She is extremely empathic towards the suffering and ailments of others, and usually interrupts whatever she is doing to help someone in need. Her attitude is fairly straightforward and serious, although she often relishes in naive pleasures such as sweet foodstuffs or playing with cute creatures. Calm in her demeanor, she rarely feels the need to exert ill will on other people. However, Liliwen is still a disciple of the Crow Queen and a Witch in her own, and as such she has an untamed desire to experiment and conquer the mysteries of universe, as well as an iron-bound ethic of "Live and let live". She is openly worried about the state of the world, and wishe that Yulia and others just stopped fighting and tried to work together to stop the rot of the world and survive.

Skills:
Magic: As a Witch, Liliwen is quite adept at recreating spells with mystical energies. Ravenites are often specialized in supporting enchantments as well as utility magic, but Liliwen has also a good array of offensive elemental spells. Most of her magic is often nature themed, however. Holding the title of Witch to signify her good proficience, she can hold her own in combat against battle-mages if need be.
Attunement: Having spent her entire life trying to unravel the mysteries of life and becoming one with with the world, Liliwen is often sensible to the subtle changes in atmosphere that many humans can't perceive. She has a sixth sense that may sometimes predict when an area is becoming too dangerous, as well as noticing nearby magic being cast nearby.
Scholar: Liliwen is versed in many subjects of study, as well as the hidden History of the world. She can assimilate complicated intellectual matters and books rather easily, as well as knowing snippets of other languages.
Quarterstaff training: Like all nomads, she can use a staff to defend herself.
Weaknesses:(Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)
Magic Drain: Magic is not a toy. It has tons of drawbacks. And any magic user has to suffer the price for it.
Attunement Backslash: If the area is too dangerous or diseased, Liliwen can even become sick or impaired.
Ravenite Reputation: The Ravenites of Yulia do not have a good reputation anywhere. Pursued by the Inquisition and reviled as heretics, people would rather flee than associate themselves with them.
Fatal Flaw:
Naive: Liliwen cannot but see the inherent good on people. This has bitten her in the back quite a few times.

[Brief History:
Liliwen was born as a nomad, an exile of the followers of the Crow Queen, the ravenites. Political exiles from Yulia, their pursuit of the arcane arts and open nature was subject to persecution and hostigating from the kingdom. The situation deteriorated when their former nation invaded other three and made things untenable. The Ravenites were forced to go to war for survival, the habitable lands diminishing and the Inquisition encroaching. Liliwen bitterly remembers to this day how her father, a prodigious warlock, never came back from that war, having being slaing by battlemages.

But, violence would only breed violence. With a sad heart, the young magic user dedicated to her tasks, developing her arts and going from country to country, the Inquisition always on their heels. Even so she persevered, her talents recognized by her peers by bestowing her the title of Witch at age 17, one of the youngest ever made. Life was hard, but it was bearable. She even managed to enjoy the pleasures of having a boyfriend.

Until he ratted her out to the Inquisition. Liliwen... was furious. Lightning and fire was exchanged, but no one died in the end as the enraged Witch soon collapsed into tears, and gave in before hurting someone. Imprisoned by the Inquisition, she now awaits execution...

Other:

[VitoftheVoid]

Okay here's my idea. This is sort of a nomadic faction of magic users. They are called Ravenites because they are descendants of the followers of the Crow Queen, a semi-legendary villain in Yulian history who rebelled against the customs long ago and was subsequently exiled. Ravenites are fundamentally animist. They worship Gods and forest spirits, and usually dedicate themselves to the study of the mysteries of the world and magic. Unlike legitimate Yulians, they do not discriminate genders. Talented users are called either Witches or Warlocks, depending on the gender. In recent history their numbers have dwindled because the lands and roads becoming inhabitable as well as several high-profile Ravenites siding with Miriand, Pradus and Alessa as magically-capable auxiliary forces. Ravenites are hunted by the Inquisition actively.

Liliwen

Full Name: Liliwen

Nicknames/Aliases:Sparrow

Age:20

Gender:Female

Occupation/Class: Ravenite Witch

Kingdom of Origin:Nomadic (Yulian exiles).

Description: Liliwen is rather slim and average heighted woman with a thin waist and shapely hips. She posseses waist-long chestnut hair, fair skin and haunting golden eyes. Liliwen usually is demure in her manners and gentle in her voice, although her angered stare is quite penetrant. During her stay in prison, part of her usual beatiful frames have been wasting away under the roughness of her caretakers, although she hasn't been excessively marred.
Equipment: Prison Rags

Personality: Liliwen is a bleeding heart. She is extremely empathic towards the suffering and ailments of others, and usually interrupts whatever she is doing to help someone in need. Her attitude is fairly straightforward and serious, although she often relishes in naive pleasures such as sweet foodstuffs or playing with cute creatures. Calm in her demeanor, she rarely feels the need to exert ill will on other people. However, Liliwen is still a disciple of the Crow Queen and a Witch in her own, and as such she has an untamed desire to experiment and conquer the mysteries of universe, as well as an iron-bound ethic of "Live and let live". She is openly worried about the state of the world, and wishe that Yulia and others just stopped fighting and tried to work together to stop the rot of the world and survive.

Skills:
Magic: As a Witch, Liliwen is quite adept at recreating spells with mystical energies. Ravenites are often specialized in supporting enchantments as well as utility magic, but Liliwen has also a good array of offensive elemental spells. Most of her magic is often nature themed, however. Holding the title of Witch to signify her good proficience, she can hold her own in combat against battle-mages if need be.
Attunement: Having spent her entire life trying to unravel the mysteries of life and becoming one with with the world, Liliwen is often sensible to the subtle changes in atmosphere that many humans can't perceive. She has a sixth sense that may sometimes predict when an area is becoming too dangerous, as well as noticing nearby magic being cast nearby.
Scholar: Liliwen is versed in many subjects of study, as well as the hidden History of the world. She can assimilate complicated intellectual matters and books rather easily, as well as knowing snippets of other languages.
Quarterstaff training: Like all nomads, she can use a staff to defend herself.
Weaknesses:(Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)
Magic Drain: Magic is not a toy. It has tons of drawbacks. And any magic user has to suffer the price for it.
Attunement Backslash: If the area is too dangerous or diseased, Liliwen can even become sick or impaired.
Ravenite Reputation: The Ravenites of Yulia do not have a good reputation anywhere. Pursued by the Inquisition and reviled as heretics, people would rather flee than associate themselves with them.
Fatal Flaw:
Naive: Liliwen cannot but see the inherent good on people. This has bitten her in the back quite a few times.

[Brief History:
Liliwen was born as a nomad, an exile of the followers of the Crow Queen, the ravenites. Political exiles from Yulia, their pursuit of the arcane arts and open nature was subject to persecution and hostigating from the kingdom. The situation deteriorated when their former nation invaded other three and made things untenable. The Ravenites were forced to go to war for survival, the habitable lands diminishing and the Inquisition encroaching. Liliwen bitterly remembers to this day how her father, a prodigious warlock, never came back from that war, having being slaing by battlemages.

But, violence would only breed violence. With a sad heart, the young magic user dedicated to her tasks, developing her arts and going from country to country, the Inquisition always on their heels. Even so she persevered, her talents recognized by her peers by bestowing her the title of Witch at age 17, one of the youngest ever made. Life was hard, but it was bearable. She even managed to enjoy the pleasures of having a boyfriend.

Until he ratted her out to the Inquisition. Liliwen... was furious. Lightning and fire was exchanged, but no one died in the end as the enraged Witch soon collapsed into tears, and gave in before hurting someone. Imprisoned by the Inquisition, she now awaits execution...

Other:

@AtomicNut

Looks great! Approved!

[Artymis]

Is this still open for business? I've got something planned if so.

[Komager]

Here's my submission, a Pradian blacksmith. Hopefully you guys like him. Let me know of any edits and changes that you need me to make.

Arren Tainer

Arren Tainer

43 ǀ Male ǀ 6'1" ǀ Blacksmith

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Full Name: Arren Luther Tainer

Nicknames: None

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Occupation/Class: Reluctant blacksmith for the Yulian garrison at Midgate

Kingdom of Origin: Pradus

Description: Arren stands at one inch over six feet and weighs in at around 210lbs. For all of his impressive stature, earned from years of beating metal, Arren has a surprisingly soft and friendly face. His dirty blonde hair is usually tied back away from his face so that it can't catch alight, and the thick bushy beard that adorns his square jaw has started to become riddled with grey streaks, as has the sides of his head, a sign of his age. His eyes are a deep brown, his nose is wide and round, and his thin lips are barely visible between the thick banks of facial hair above and below them, yet you can almost always make out his big grin. His arms are thicker than most fighters, tempered by his work, and while his chest is still bulging, his abdomen has begun to swell into a pot belly that gives him a non-threatening, jolly air to his appearance. Normally, Arren will be seen covered in a layer of soot and dirt. His hands are rough and horribly calloused, and his upper arms are marred with small burn marks from stray sparks and embers. He walks with a slight limp after breaking his left leg exploring one of the abandoned mines as a youngster, an injury that entirely ruled out any chances of him becoming a soldier.

Equipment: As a smith, Arren sees no need of armour or weapons. Apart from when the Yulians invaded his town, Arren is normally as far away from the fighting as possible. Still, since that day he has carried a small steel dagger at his waist, just in case. For his attire he is normally in thick-soled leather boots, simple trousers and shirt, covered by his dirty, thoroughly worn apron. Brown leather gloves sometimes protect his hands, if he can be bothered to put them on. He carries a leather knapsack with him to and from the forge, containing his most important personal tools, such as the hammer and tongs given to him by his late father and a crude iron file shaped by his eldest daughter. Aside from that, he carries nought else but a scarcely full coin purse and often a bottle of something strong and alcoholic.

Personality: Arren used to be a happy, ever-smiling man, quick to make terrible japes and puns, and always heard to be laughing. He was a high-spirited fellow, always looking for the bright side of any situation and making sure others knew their worth and value. That man is still in there, somewhere. However, he is now overshadowed by a much more sombre, world-weary individual. After the destruction of his home town and the separation of his family, Arren is a man embittered, with a deep loathing of Yulia and all its folk. While flashes of his old self can often be seen, normally after a flagon or two, he tends to keep to himself. He has next to no friends in this strange new place, spending his days trudging from home, to work, to the bar, then back home again in a never ending cycle of constant sorrow and misery. He normally has little to say to people nowadays, and spend his time longing for his family, and praying to any god that will listen that one day he will find them safe and sound. He has a particular soft spot for children.

Skills:

• Weaponsmith
  
  Arren is skilled at crafting weapons of all shapes and sizes, and is also proficient at repairing most forms of damage and maintaining them properly. One of his main jobs for the Yulian garrison has been personally seeing that every sword is sharp and ready.
• Armorsmith
  
  Arren's primary trade. He can manufacture strong and lightweight armour to fit any individual for almost any task. Be it heavy plate for a Knight, or lightweight mail for an archer, or even just a few pads for a hunter, Arren is the man to make, repair and maintain any armour needed.
• Leatherworking
  
  While certainly not a master, Arren is competent enough to correctly tan and work leather to make weapon handles, lightweight armour pads, pouches, scabbards, and armour decoration and warmth. Something like making a suit of leather amour, however, mat be beyond him.
• Woodworking
  
  Arren is skilled enough as a woodworker to fletch arrows, bows and shields. The items he makes are not extravagant or perfect but they are dependable and of a reasonable quality. Mending damaged items, however, is far more difficult, so Arren tends to craft an entirely new one instead.
• Friendly
  
  Arren has an air about him that just makes him likeable. He rarely has a bad word to say of anyone, apart from the Yulians, and if he does it's usually in between a dozen good ones. People find it easy to get along with Arren and to trust the grizzled old smith.
• Hollow Leg
  
  Arren can drink. He can really, really drink. Even more so now that he's in Midgate, where regular drinking is a must to ease his pain and suffering.

Weaknesses:

• Alcoholic
  
  Since he arrived in Midgate, Arren has been drinking more and more. Drinking to forget, mostly. After a few drinks, he can be the man he once was, relaxed and easy going. In a world as cruel and dark as this, he can personally see no problem with his dependence on the good stuff.
• Damaged Leg
  
  When he was 10, Arren and his two brothers went exploring in an abandoned mine shaft in Pradus. Arren, the youngest of the three, and eager to impress, ventured where he shouldn't have, and consequently slipped form a ledge, much to his older brothers' amusement. Until they noticed his left shin bone sticking out of his leg. As a result, Arren limps, and struggles to run without tiring after a very short distance.
• Guilty Conscience
  
  Arren hates himself for failing to protect his family from the Yulian invaders, and for not trying to fight them. He sees the separation from his family as his punishment for cowardice, and blames himself entirely for all that has transpired before.
• Bad Fighter
  
  It's not that Arren was scared of fighting. He just never saw the need. Why would you want to hurt another person? Can't we all just get along? As a youngster he never trained to fight, and subsequently has next to zero skill with a blade, although he could use his hammer as a weapon in a pinch. His attitude has changed drastically now, and he hates himself for being so naïve and foolish.
• Chatterbox
  
  Arren always has a story to tell, or a joke to make. He'll bend the ear of anyone that will listen. It's not bad enough to make anyone hate him, but it certainly does get annoying from time to time.
• Ill Health
  
  Aside from the gammy leg, the alcoholism and years of breathing in forge smoke have left Arren in a bad state health-wise. He often coughs up blood and has trouble with headaches, and has begun to go deaf in one ear after years of hearing the hammer beat.

Fatal Flaw: Arren would do anything to have his family back, and to see them alive and well. even if it meant giving up his own life, Arren would do it in a heartbeat to secure the safety and happiness of his wife, brothers and daughters.

Brief History

Arren was born in a small town on the edge of Pradus, near the border with Yulia. He was one of three sons born of the town blacksmith, Luther Tainer, from whom all three sons take their middle name. Arren's two older brothers, Stefan and Nicolas, were 5 and 2 years older than him respectively. Their father was a family man, and was adamant that all three of his sons would learn his craft and inherit his place, continuing the line of great Pradian craftsmen. Stefan learned the ways of the alchemist, and Nicolas became a master weaver and clothier, while Arren became a master smith. All three brothers grew up together, sharing the strongest of brotherly bonds. When their father passed away at the age of 58, the three brothers set up business together, running a craft store that would eventually dispatch bespoke goods to castles and towns across Pradus.

When Arren was 31, he married his girlfriend of seven years, a pretty baker named Lina. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, and Arren loved her more than life itself. He thought it wasn't possible to ever love anything more, until the birth of his first daughter when he was 32. Named Katlyn for his wife's late grandmother, who'd raised her in place of her mother who died during childbirth. Three years later, a second daughter was born unto them, named Raina. Arren was living the life of his dreams, happily building upon his father's legacy, happily married with a wife he loved and two kids he adored. The girls often helped Arren and his brothers around the shop, learning from all 3, although both took a fancy to their uncle Nicolas' clothing. On his 40th birthday the girls, aged 8 and 5, presented him with a shabby metal file. They had gone behind his back and, with his brother's help, made something he could use in the forge, so that even if they weren't there, they could help him with his work. He currently carries it as his most prized possession.

Recently, everything changed. The sudden rise of Yulia came at a great cost to Arren and his family. As a border town, his was one of the first hit. Dozens of his friends were killed and captured in the surprise onslaught. Many of the townsfolk fled into the mine, where they were kept until the starvation either killed them or forced them to surrender. Arren and his family, as renowned Pradian craftsmen, were kept alive. Only by offering his willing service was Arren able to spare the lives of his family. The last he saw, his wife and daughter were in chains in the back of a cart, heading to god only knows where. His brothers were sent to different Yulian settlements to employ their services. Arren was sent with the Yulian garrison to Midgate.

In Midgate, Arren has been working for the Yulian soldiers, maintaining and mending their weapons and armour and helping craft new defences for the fortification of the town. He has been deliberately leaving faults, subtle ones as to go unnoticed, like part sharpening blades or improperly hardening them, his own way of fighting the war against the Yulians, until he comes up with a plan to reunite his family. For now, however, he lives in a perpetual cycle of misery in the oppressed town of Midgate.

[The Angry Goat]

well that's finally done

Abe

Full Name: Aberforth Earthmover

Nicknames/Aliases: Vigo’s Maul

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Occupation/Class: Formerly a land-less laborer, Formerly a Temple Protector, currently a prisoner (in that order)

Kingdom of Origin: Miriand

Description: BIG.
Standing at 6’4”, and weighing 231lbs, Aberforth’s imposing mass is not to be trifled with. His skin is somewhat brown, made even more so by the layer of dirt that tends to be on him. His eyes are large, and a dark brown so deep it almost seems to be an extension of his pupil. His unkempt black hair curls down in a mass, obscuring his ears on the way down to his shoulders, often blocking his eyes now that he’s not allowed his hair tie. His eyebrow and beard are similarly unkempt, though this was also the case beforehand. His nose is long and pointed and his lips are full. There are a number of scars on his chest – one from a very deep wound by his left shoulder, and he’s missing his right pinky (work accident).
Right handed, though both of his hands are calloused and tough. He’s got an ingrown toenail on his right toe, and his finger and toenails are, expectedly, also long and ratty. He probably doesn’t smell that great, either.
Equipment: Currently? None, except his boots, pants, and shirt. Somewhere in this prison (probably) though, are his….
-Maul: this thing’s a bloody monster of a weapon: blunt head on one end, pick on the other, spike out the top, all mounted on a tough oak pole, about a foot and a half in length. This is a one handed weapon. s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/47/…
-Spear: about 4.5 feet long.
-Large, Round, Wooden shield: covers his entire body if he squats a bit. Painted in dark green and sky blue.
-chain shirt, woolen kilt, leather gauntlets, iron helmet, hairband.

Personality: Abe is a relatively unremarkable man, very good at taking orders and incredibly protective of those who have earned his trust (which is given altogether far too easily). He’s quite communally minded, willing to give his life for anyone in his squad, and his shame at failing at this task, instead being conquered, weighs heavily on him.
-Abe greatly dislikes complainers. You don’t complain, you fix the problem, or find someone who can.
-Abe is deeply protective of the Gods and their Clerics. They will return, and they will deliver this world from chaos, if only people would start worshipping them again.
-Abe is, unfortunately, a bit sexist, and does not respect the idea that women should be allowed to lead, let alone be the sole users of magic. A close friendship with a female rebel compatriot helped him learn that not all women belonged in the domestic scene, but he is still less likely to trust the judgement of a woman, or respect the authority of one.
That being said, there’s really not a huge amount going on in his head, all things considered. He’s pretty content to just watch the world go by, and jump onto the train only when someone else encourages him up on there.

Skills:
Protection of Vigo: Whether by divine protection or some sort of innate magic skill, Abe is occasionally able to dodge or parry attacks he had no way of seeing, and he has taken many more blows than he should have been able to without taking serious injury. This protection ebbs and flows for reasons he does not understand – though he rarely even notices its effects, and only attributes it to the gods since he is reverent to them. However, the GM should probably know its perimeters, and they are as follows:
-Abe is never conscious of why he gets premonitions; he simply sometimes thinks he should duck, do a strange parry that turns out to have been particularly advantageous, or turn around. Oftentimes the action isn’t even conscious, though this is rarer.
-the more lethal the danger, the more likely he is to notice it.
-Abe also gets premonitions unrelated to physical activities (palace intrigue and the like), but rarely acts on them, as they are much more nebulous and never immediately useful.
-spending the evening exposed to the night sky will strengthen this ability; spending two full nights outside will give him a certain chance to get some sort of warning before something that would have otherwise killed him occurs.
Strong and Tough: Abe has spent his entire life working hard and walking a lot. While not built from constant training, his body is nonetheless quite strong thanks to many long hours of backbreaking labor.
Handyman: especially good at woodwork, Abe can put together a number of useful materials, including his own shield.

Weaknesses:
Untrained: with relatively little actual disciplinary training, Abe is not much good at the parts of military life that surround fighting – discipline, forced marches, and the like. His time as a rebel reinforced an unregimented and fluctuating life schedule, which is just as he likes it. As one might imagine, he is not adjusting to prison very well.
Poorly Armored: it was never really the rebellion’s highest priority to get better armor to some random dude guarding a temple to the god of death, but they did send him a nice chainmail at one point. He would certainly not be averse to better armor.
Fatal Flaw:
Always present, but never in the spotlight: Abe is not built to be a leader; he does not have the will or the smarts to do so. In the absence of a leader or other directing force, he is easily lost, and rather nervous of making decisions for himself. This will also make him easily accepting of a new directing force, provided they at least make a face of supporting his few set-in-stone ideals.


Brief History: Most of Abe’s youth was spent working for his parents on their farm in various capacities, but when his father died, he was edged out of the will by his more aggressive brothers, and ended up homeless – though not really destitute. They hired him back on as a farm hand, but he grew bored and moved to a moderately sized Miriand city after a few years of wandering. He wandered within the city, too, doing jobs for whoever was willing to pay, and spending a lot of time at the large local shrine to Vigo, feeling drawn to it. Things eventually got dicier and the local cleric needed a helping hand anyway, as he was getting quite old, so he hired Abe on. His job slowly became less and less learning the rites of Vigo and cutting firewood, more and more actively protecting the city and temple from raids.
Eventually though he and local ringleaders were driven from the city into the forests, but were later caught in a rather vicious battle.

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