[OOC] Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

[Wampower]

@Wampower

Can we make multiple characters?

@Lady Selune

Yes! It’s encouraged, because characters can definitely die in this RP.

[Andronicus23]

Yeah the idea is for everyone to hopefully not get too attached to their characters. I'm not saying characters have to die, but part of the concept behind this RP that the GMs were thinking of is that your characters should experience consequences if they get themselves into a tight spot. Whatever those might be. Not just skip by on plot armor.

Plus it'll make it fun to try out multiple characters/factions throughout the RP.

Glad interest in this is growing a bit. No rush on the character sheets.

[Lady Selune]

@Andronicus23

Are Nipponsese characters OK?

[Andronicus23]

Are Nipponsese characters OK?

@Lady Selune

Sure, as long as the backstory etc. seems reasonable lore-wise for how they ended up in Eight Peaks.

[POOHEAD189]

I'll have my character ready by tomorrow night!

[POOHEAD189]

Dwarf Ranger

Name: Bronr Beornisson
Character Portrait:

Race: Norse Dwarf
Clan/Faction/Country: Kraka Dorden
Class Descriptor: Dwarf Ranger
Physical Description: Stern and tough like all good Dawi, Bronr's a testament to Dwarfish resolve and hardiness. Hhe has a squat, muscled body (albeit slightly lean compared to some of his heftier kin), with a large nose for sniffing danger and keen eyes for piercing the horizon. His brown beard nearly reaches to his feet, and though he longs for the day to have it brush the ground and gain the title 'Longbeard,' he does fret over it tripping him up and he is quite glad it hasn't reached the point he needs to tuck it in his belt yet. He is heavily armored compared to most scouts, because of the impeccable ore and smithing of the Dwarf holds. He wears a leather jerkin over a gromril chainshirt, with wooden and iron pauldrons and greaves. A blue cloak covers and shrouds his form.
Weapons/Armor and Gear:
Armor

• Gromril Chainshirt
• Steel Pauldrons/Greaves
• Steel helmet (dons if needed)

Weapons

• Az-hafted Thrund (Long rifle with an Axe on the haft)
• Secondary Thrund
• Handgun
• Handaxe

Misc

• Cloak
• Necklace (Wootroth Sigil of Grimnir)
• 3 pounds of jerky
• Flask
• Flask 2
• Flask 3
• Flask just in case he needs a fourth
• Torch
• Flask 5 in case flask 4 runs out. By Grungni he needs a sixth.

Background: Bronr was born and raised in Kraka Dorden to Beorni Throrson and Gunhild Silverdottr. The oldest brother of three sons, he has a hard working, albiet normal upbringing until he reached the age of forty winters, joining the Dwarf militia and becoming a soldier to fight off Norscan raids. It was one fateful expedition when he and his party managed to run across a large Chaos invasion heading toward Kraka Drakk, but their group was discovered. Bronr was the only Dawi to survive, and trek the wilderness across the rugged mountains to warn Kraka Drakk of the impending attack. He found his calling within the wilderness, as well as the various undiscovered caves of the Norscan hills.

He became a hold ranger, and began to patrol the wilderness between Kraka Ornsmotek, Kraka Dorden, and Kraka Drakk, sometimes making forays south into Kraka Ravnvake. He brought news, pelts, and a good axe when needed to wherever he traveled. He always had a story and a need for a flask refill. It was after half of a century that he and small group of Dawi went south to aid the manling's in Praag during a great siege. After they had flanked the chaos horde, he gained a glimpse of the World's Edge Mountains, and his heart soared. He decided he would ask for his oath ot Kraka Dorden to be fulfilled, so he might travel south and explore the lands of the Southern Dawi.

The past twenty years he had made his home in Karaz-A-Karak, wandering to the other holds and gaining a reputation for being able to track anything above or below ground. It was only recently he heard of the retaking of Eight Peaks. He knew they would need his expertise.

[Wampower]

@POOHEAD189 Good sheet! Accepted

[Turin1985]

hey guys, i really like the story linemi, how would you feel about bringing in an actual group,..like a free company or mercanarys into the story line? fyi my x-box name is finalpheonix 883. was invited to this forum.

[Wampower]

@Turin1985 Hey man it's me who invited you. A group of mercenaries would be fine, but you should have one or two that yow writ from the perspective of with backstories and what-not. It would be good to have a whole band since characters can die.

[Andronicus23]

Since we've got a decent amount of characters at this point, do you guys want to start with the IC thread and we'll see who else we pick up? I just hate to make people wait to start writing.

[Andreyich]

@Andronicus23
Go ahead lad, I'm still interested and have a thorough idea in me head but RL + other RPs are momentarily kicking my ass.

[Andronicus23]

Alrighty, I'll have an opening post up for sure by this weekend. Ya'll can start thinking about what you'd like to do for your first characters post.

[Kordian]

Am I still in time to join this game? I will PM to the DM the two characters I was thinking to play. Please let me know if they are ok and if I can play.

[Andreyich]

Name: Rundel Grimdtersson.

Race: Dwarf

Clan/Faction/Country: Formerly of Zhufbar, now a wandering Slayer

Class Descriptor: Daemon Slayer

Physical Description:
Obnoxiously tall for a Dwarf at 4'6, Rundel has a body that although possessing a slightly larger beer-belly than the larger Dwarf hides more muscle than the toughest of Hammerers. His red Slayer's mohawk is starting to fray with age, but it is nevertheless quite massive even by Slayer standards making his height technically go up to seven feet. His beard and whiskers are quite well styled, although short due to being burned off some two years back, his hair being naturally a very dark brown. Beyond a tattered pair of leather pants he wears nothing. His eyes are a brown almost black much like his hair, while upon his face he is generally considered 'average' for a Dwarf, with only notable features being a slightly more pointed nose and larger ears.

Weapons/Armor and Gear:
Klinkazes: His twin pair of Gromril axes, they are weapons of true beauty to behold. Few but Dwarves and Elves have eyesight keen enough to discern the full carvings upon the blades for the Gromril of them was made to be a light-sucking jet black, the names of Rundel's ancestors upon each. They both have particularly long handles for a better reach, and lack an armour-piercing pick on their inverse sides for the Gromril blades already cleave through even Chaos-plate like butter. An important thing to note of the blades is the additional Runic carvings upon them to help the wielder weather magics set upon them.

Zharrikaz: A two-handed hammer, it is a work of ingenuity akin to that in his axes. Also made of meteoric iron, the weapon is rather unorthodox in that it bears Runes of Burning more typically found on artillery pieces than close combat weapons. While for single-combat against more legendary foes Rundell prefers his twin axes, against lesser foes - particularly when in large numbers - he prefers his hammer for the flesh of many targets bursting helps him clear a path to the foes of real note.

Background:
Rundell was born in Zhufbar to a quite prominent family with a martial history as Ironbreakers. So long was their service in the field that they had even managed to accumulate hereditary Drakefire-arms in addition to the mere armour and hand-axe or hand-hammer with shield that most possess.

As was expected of any right minded lad in the family, Rundell joined the moment he fit into the plate. He served honourably, plowing through Skaven and Gobbos trying to invade the glorious hold of Zhufbar. However, the hold was not the only one he had seen. At the behest of his Lord and the High King of Dwarfs he had marched through much of the world, over a century seeing nearly the entirety of the old world. He went to the North-lands of Kislev to protect allied holds from vile Northlanders, he travelled West to deal with pesky Elgi of all three varieties. Yet after these travels, what he truly missed was his home, and thus there he returned.

It would be in Zhufbar not long after a return from one of his travels that his fall from grace happened. Rundell was patrolling the underway with a dozen of his comrades before a hole in the wall collapsed, and hundreds of Grobi and Urki were beyond. Naturally, the enemy was no match for a good shield-wall of Gromril in such a narrow passage, and as hours passed more and more greenskins lay dead at their feet with naught but a few bruises upon each warrior. As the enemy numbered but a few dozens, Rundell bellowed loudly before charging head first in the enemy, breaking ranks.

This folly was not one anyone would forget. As he did so quite suddenly squigs emerged from small holes covered with rocks, a quite simple but easily concealable trap loosed upon the Dawi. In but a minute half the force had died, in one way or another meeting a disgraceful end. By the end only three remained, and the unspoken agreement was quite clear.

Rundell returned not bothering to speak to anyone, simply taking a familial hammer before he went on the long trek to Karak Kadrin. At last he made it to his destination, and took his Slayer oath. From there on his life went as expected. Again he travelled the world, seeing familiar sights. Many enemies were felled by his weapons, starting from black orcs, progressing to Ogres, trolls, lesser daemons, but as he gained experience he found it harder and harder to come near his desired death. Chaos warriors and Champions, a Vampire count, all fell to his axes. Time progressed and even greater foes met their ends at his blades, eventually coming to include (and admittedly young and small) a Dragon and a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh.

Yet death ran from him no matter how hard he chased it. Thus, after much deliberation he decided that if he cannot find death, he best find some true purpose in his fights rather than simply killing in hopes of being killed. So, catching up to a band of Slayers he now heads of Karak Eight peaks in hopes of reclaiming part of the great Dwarven Fatherland.

@Andronicus23

[Lady Selune]

The post is kinda skaven-centric. What do the dorfs/dorf supporters get?

[Andronicus23]

Dwarf-things and man-things get nothing. Nothing!

Just kidding. Wampower is working on a post that should set the stage a bit for the dwarf/human side of things. Feel free to post something before that though. If your characters are newly arriving at the peak, perhaps a post of them on the road to the Karak discussing their reasons for getting involved etc. If they're just in it for money, obviously the promised pay is going to be very considerable.

It looks like I'll be handling the baddies of this RP pretty much exclusively. Unless we get more Greenskin/Skaven RP'ers. I'll work on getting something setup for the Greenskins to briefly set the stage for them as well.

@Andreyich

Awesome sheet. Accepted.

[POOHEAD189]

I shall post within a day or two, lads!

[Andreyich]

^ same

[Lady Selune]

Dwarves trading away gromril? INCONCEIVABLE!

[POOHEAD189]

Sorry about the lack of a post. I shall this weekend! Things got busy on my end.