[OOC] Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

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[VitaVitaAR]

Adventurers.

The kind of people who venture into the most dangerous places, or go up against terrifying creatures. For profit, or for the thrill of it, whatever the reason there has always been adventurers forging their way through life with spells and blades and all other manners of weaponry and magic. But the life of an adventurer, while exciting, is also very dangerous. Not only that, but without any regulation, there were those who claimed to be adventurers accepting jobs from civilians and proceeding to never fulfill them, or worse, prey upon people who were in need of assistance by taking advantage of their desperation.

These reasons, and many more, were behind the creation of the Adventurer's Guild. Both for the purpose of assisting adventurers, allowing them to learn about various jobs suited to their experience level and locate partners efficiently, and assisting those in need of hiring adventurers. No longer was there any requirement to meet in a bar and hope that the other party was being honest. The adventurer's guild allows for missions to be posted in the guild hall where any adventurers have access to them, or for adventurers to be hired directly.

One of the largest guild halls is located in the city of Venne, capital of the country of Estival. Situated to the North of Ithillin, but far south of distant Barukstaed, Estival enjoys a pleasant climate, allowing for travel at most times of the year. As of now, it's a rather lovely summer.

And of course, business is always bustling for for the Adventurer's Guild. Whether it be low-ranking requests to deal with an infestation of particularly large rats, clearing a dungeon of powerful undead, or even slaying an orc chieftan, the Adventurer's Guild is always ready to supply those in need with those willing to work.

Of course, the adventurers themselves have all sorts of motivations for joining the guild. For the thrill, for the money, for the purpose of helping others, no two adventurers are alike. But they all stand together, as members of the Estival Adventurer’s Guild.

What’s your reason for joining?

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So, this is an RP centered around an Adventurer's Guild in the country of Estival! All kinds of people join the guild, and all sorts of jobs are made avaliable to them. From clearing dungeons, to fighting undead, even pest control, all are jobs offered at various levels for adventurers of all skill and experience levels.

Speaking of levels, the Estival Adventurer's Guild divides its members by experience level, separating them into ranks based on their experience level.

This means that an inexperienced member of the Guild may only accept jobs within their skill level, minimizing the danger until they become more experienced, in order to avoid their potential death.

Additionally, members of the guild are divided into four categories based on their abilities. These classifications allow for a quick understanding of what an adventurer's abilities are focused on, both by those who wish to hire an adventurer and adventurers who wish to form a party.

• Swords:: Adventurers who focus on direct combat. This usually indicates melee weapons, but users of ranged weapons or fists are also categorized as Swords. Those who utilize magic in conjunction with melee, too, are Swords. The main classification of a Sword Adventurer is a focus on direct fighting in some manner.
• Wands: Mages are categorized as Wands. This is for all who utilize magic as their primary weapon, of any sort. Those who use magic to supplement melee weaponry or fists are classified as Swords.
• Cups: Cups is the classification reserved for those who specialize in using divine blessings and other related spells for the purpose of supporting their comrades. While some classified under this category do utilize melee weapons, they are Cups due to a focus on healing and enhancement spells.
• Coins: Coin is reserved for those adventurers who focus on stealth, infiltration, and the disabling of traps. While they likely possess the ability to fight, their main focus is invariably on avoiding conflict, or eliminating enemies without being forced to fight them directly.

In addition to these classifications, there are twenty-two special ranks reserved for the most powerful adventurers in the Guild. These are...

The Magician
The High Priestess
The Empress
The Emperor
The Hierophant
The Lovers
The Chariot
Strength
The Hermit
Wheel of Fortune
Justice
The Hanged Man
Death
Temperance
The Devil
The Tower
The Star
The Moon
The Sun
Judgement
The World

The final rank is not an indication of power, but rather symbolizes one who is descended from the original founders of the Estival Adventurer's Guild. It is known as the Fool.

Finally, there are thirteen adventurer ranks, indicating what range of jobs an adventurer can accept. They range from One to Nine, and then Page, Knight, Queen, and finally King.

I'd like players to stay within a range of ranks four to six. I may accept one who is at most one rank above this limit, and I may also accept those below four if it is discussed with me beforehand.

Adventurers can have various jobs avaliable to them at any given time, and these jobs can range from taking care of a local pest infestation for low-level adventurers to clearing out a dungeon for higher level ones. Of course, between these jobs there's plenty of time for other material, too!

The RP's story will primarily be arc-based, and I'm willing to work with players on personal arcs they may wish to include relating to their characters!

Given she talked me into this, @Raineh Daze will be my co-GM and will be helping me handle a lot of this!

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Races:

• Humans: Straightforward and coming in many varieties. Humans in Estival are ruled by the King and Queen of Estival living Estival's Capital of Venne.
• Elves: Elves, too, come in several varieties, with splits even within these varieties. High Elves dwelling in cities, High Elves dwelling in forests, Wood Elves dwelling in Forests in both tree-cities and in a manner more one with nature, Dark Elves dwelling beneath the earth and far to the North in Barukstaed. The greatest differences between these varieties is culture and architecture, as all elves are unable to die of old age. They are also capable of reproducing with humans, producing half-elves. Of course, Elves are extremely rare in Thaln.
  
  • High Elves: There are a handful of High Elven settlements beyond Lethienvel, but they are few and far between. Rarely, a High Elf from beyond the veil will venture into the rest of the world. High Elves boast perhaps the greatest proficiency with magic among their kind.
  • Dark Elves: From the Far North, Dark Elves are mysterious folk who dwell so far to the North that the sun rarely pierces the snowstorms. Another rare sight in Velt. Dark Elves are highly proficient assassins and are skilled in the art of stealth and infiltration.
  • Wood Elves: The most common variant of Elven kind in Velt, and the youngest, Wood Elves dwell in forest cities and towns. They are fond of solitude, but gracious hosts to visitors who arrive with their permission. Few intruders, however, return alive. Wood elves are known for their skill in archery and hunting. There is a Wood Elf Settlement in Thaln, but finding it is extremely difficult.
• Dwarves: Short, bearded folk dwelling in their deep mines and working metal, dwarves have a reputation for honesty, loyalty, and being the most stubborn people you could possibly meet. Dwarves often build vast kingdoms within mountains across the land. The dwarven capital is North of Estival, in the great Grey Mountains, home to their most vast halls and the Deep King. Dwarven metalworking is the best by far in the land, but they lack magical capabilities entirely.
• Nem: A diminutive race from the deserts of the south, the Nem resemble small humans, commonly reaching heights of around 3'4-3'5. They are universally pale in skintone, with red or yellow eyes and black hair. Nem males cannot grow facial hair, and as a whole they are small and agile but lacking in physical strength. They are also known for being skilled archers, and wielding curved swords(well, more like daggers to the larger races). Their language lacks an equivalent to the letter "B", and some Nem have trouble pronouncing it as a result. They are nocturnal and possess excellent night vision, but during the day their vision is slightly worse than a human's. They also easily burn in the sun and must wear covering clothing to move during the day. Most Nem live in their desert homes, but there are a few found in Estival as well. They have an extremely low alcohol tolerance. Nem worship a night goddess known as Ila-Nem.
• The Hundi: The Hundi are a a near-human race. On average they are around the average human height, or slightly shorter. What physically sets them apart from humanity is their soft, furred, dog-like ears and tails. Loyal, proud, and honorable, the Hundi are said to be incapable of lying. On every Hundi's sixteenth birthday, they are sent on a journey to practice their highly-valued combat skills and learn about the world first-hand. An unusual custom of the race is their unique marriage rights. An opponent who defeats a Hundi in honorable combat immediately gains the position of that Hundi's fiancee, to be married as soon as possible. Hundi are most common in Ithillin, but some enter Estival as part of their mandatory quests, or as wanderers or the occasional sellsword.
• Fairy: Fairies resemble female, human-like children. With the exception of the fact that human children tend not to be six inches tall at most, winged, and wearing clothing made from flowers. Fairies possess translucent insect-like wings, and all fairies are female. They tend to possess a childish immaturity, but they are in fact adults. Fairies tend to be inquisitive and curious, as it benefits such a small race of beings to investigate their surroundings thoroughly. Their curiosity extends to when they meet new people, as well. Fairies are mostly harmless, the worst they seem to be able to bring themselves to do being mischievous pranks upon other, larger races. However, harming or killing a fairy will bring the anger of other fairies upon the perpetrator, and they carry a large amount of sharp objects and know how to aim for the eyes and throat far too well. Fairies cannot die of old age, and only violence or disease can kill a fairy. A common sight in Estival's forests.
• Nagas: One of the monstrous races, and an extremely uncommon sight outside of the wilds, nagas are human until you reach their thighs. For, from the thighs down, a naga possesses a strong, thick snake tail instead of legs. Nagas are carnivorous and possess sharpened teeth. A naga's tail is incredibly strong and remarkably dangerous.
• Driders: Driders are a relatively rare race, uncommon in populated areas. They come in a variety of subraces, each with the features of a different spider, varying in size and strength. Commonly, driders are well-suited to utilizing magic, but some of the largest subraces of drider are incredibly strong, as well. Much like nagas, they are carnivorous, finding it difficult to digest anything aside from meat. Unfortunately, there is some level of discrimination against driders in some countries, based on rumors of a taste for human flesh, but this is altogether false.
• Harpies: A mountain-dwelling monstrous race, harpies are an unusual race of beings in that they are entirely female, relying on the males of other races for reproduction. In place of arms they have a pair of wings, and therefore lack hands and cannot create clothing or tools easily. Harpies dwelling in towns or cities often live with a roommate of another race in order to be dressed properly. A harpy's bird-like feet are highly dexterous and possess sharp claws, and their wings are strong enough to easily break a man's arm. They are light due to their hollow bones and highly cold-resistant. On average they are somewhat shorter than human females.Ask before signing up
• Orcs and Goblins: A race divided into two categories, largely by strength and size. Orcs are on average a head taller than a human man, and are very burly and powerful. Goblins are usually a head shorter on average, and are wiry and thin. They usually possess sickly green or grey skin, and are violent barbarians who pillage and steal from others. Orcs are generally found roving in warbands, while Goblins often hide in deep, dank caves. Both Orcs and Goblins are known to eat the flesh of other races. Orcs ride boars, often given aggression-boosting herbs.Not playable
• Trolls: A relation to Orcs and Goblins, Trolls are tall, muscular, and dim-witted beasts. Eating anything they can get their hands on, trolls are more monsters than they are sapient beings. Orcs often use them as attack dogs of a sort, filling them with aggression-boosting herbs. Not playable
• Mindless Undead: Undead reanimated by a source that does not retain their mind. These undead can be revived at any point after death, and unlike sapient undead their bodies are not preserved. Rotting corpses or skeletal warriors, mindless undead crave flesh and will attempt to consume it even though they are incapable of digesting it. With the aid of guiding intelligence, such as a necromancer, mindless undead can wield weaponry. Necromancy can also raise mindless undead. They may also occur in places of great violence or magical disturbance. While a bite from a mindless undead can cause unpleasant infection, they are usually no great threat to a prepared warrior. Mindless Undead are considered an abomination by the Dual Church of Reon and Mayon, and are exterminated whenever possible. Not playable
• Giants: A race of huge humanoids, often ranging from seventeen to twenty-five feet tall in height. They resemble, quite simply, enormous humans of either gender. They are extremely strong and physically capable, but few giants ever posses the capability of performing magic. Velt's Giants live in small settlements resembling human villages, but there are giants with a more tribal civilization further south. In spite of the size difference, half-giants are possible. They tend to be around ten feet tall and have immense strength.Not playable, too big to fit into dungeons

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Locations:

• Estival: A vast land to the north of Ithillin, Estival is famous for its expansive adventurer's guild and the plethora of ancient ruins and various other unusual landmarks, likely due to once having been part of a larger country in the distant past, that no longer exists. Ruled by the King and Queen of Estival(who have three children, two daughters and one son), it is a prosperous country in no small part due to the Adventurer's Guild itself.
• Velt: The country of Velt, northwest of Thaln, is a vast land composed largely of plains and forests, with a few notable mountain ranges(such as the Northern mountain of Cahladren, home to the dwarven city of Draz'khzidra). The River Nirinel runs through the heart of Velt, and the Veltan capital of Meridan is situated on its Southwestern bank. Velt is dotted with ruins of the past, from the crumbling Blue Ridge Watchstation overlooking Vaelin's Lake, to the deep, dark ruins of the Prison-Castle of Mad King Haldric. Meridan is a vast, wealthy city, featuring the White Tower as the seat of its royalty and the rulers of Velt. As for climate, Velt enjoys warm summers and snowy, yet relatively mild winters. Another notable landmark is Caraan Valley, the location of the final battle in the Orc War. It was here that Captain Mathen beheaded the Orc Chieftan Gridashk and the Orc legions were broken.
• Ithillin: The land to the north of Thaln, ruled by Lord Indril of Calthir. Similar to Velt in climate and geography, though lacking in the mountainous regions to the North, Ithillin has a bustling trade with Velt and the two countries enjoy excellent relations. Thaln experiences some of this trade as well. The country's capital is Calthir, situated to the northwest. Deep in the southeast their lies the Black Pit, Talderia, a foul crater given a wide breadth by all but the most insistent of adventurers.
  
  • Talderia: "And the King's misdeeds destroyed all, his black heart darkened his city, and all was brought to ruin." The ruins of the ancient city of Talderia are located in Ithillin. They are given a wide breadth by travelers, and it is often times that Talderia is referred to as the Black Pit. For the ruins of Talderia have become a den of the utmost evil, filled with the most vile beings beyond imagining. None who venture into the Black Pit ever return.
• The Veil of Tears/Lethienvel: The famed, or perhaps infamous, rushing wall of water dividing the western land of the High Elves and the lands east of them. There are gate-ways between them, though the water. There is no visible source, and yet somehow it appears to flow. Though somehow, it is difficult to tell if the water flows up or down. Its infamy stems from a tragic event in the history of the High Elves, the first occurrence of the spilling of High Elven blood by other High Elves. The tragedy and regret from this incident gave the location its name, and to this day many High Elves still have reluctance to cross the Veil. However, there are some settlements on the opposite side of the Veil.
• Orodagor: In the land east of Estival lies the shattered remains of a relic of a long-passed age. Orodagor, the Black Fortress, was a stronghold for the armies of Hidroroth of the Dark. Hidroroth, the poison existence born from the utter fall to evil of one of the world's deities, sought to paint the world in shadows an consume all life in a shroud of darkness. He was slain, ultimately, in the Battle of Inmoorn, thousands of years ago, his spirit left to the judgement of the Gods. Orodagor was one of the remnants of this long-passed age, abandoned for centuries. However, nearly eight-hundred years ago, a new figure appeared and made her stronghold here. The Witch-Queen of Orodagor, as she came to be known, threatened all the lands by sending her coven of witches to overtake the lands. She was apparently slain at Orodagor in spite of her incredibly powerful magic, but rumor has it she did not perish here.

Other:

• The Church of Reon/The Church of Mayon: The largest religion among humans in Estival, originating from Velt, this dualistic religion worships both the Sun Goddess Reon and the Moon Goddess Mayon. Both Goddesses, it is said, cannot be separated from one another. Reon's symbol is a highly-stylized lily, and Mayon's is a similarly-stylized rose. Chapels to the goddesses are paired, and adherents focus on either one or the other. Paladins of both goddesses are a common sight, with Reonite paladins being highly aggressive combatants while Mayonite paladins are often more intended to keep peace. The religion is deeply anti-slavery, and Reonite paladins are often deployed to break slavery rings and free those being sold through them. Worship for either sect features the sacrifice of lilies for Reon and roses for Mayon. In Estival, Reon worship is more common then Mayon worship, but both goddesses are revered.
  
  • Reon: The sun goddess Reon is believed to have the form of a beautiful maiden. While unimpressive in stature in spite of her nature as a deity, it is said that the goddess possesses a fiery nature. She is described as having fair skin, flowing, long blonde hair, and alert blue eyes. She is clad in red and gold robes. Reon is said to have a palace on the surface of the Sun, a paradise that all her worshippers go to after death. Naturally, the aspect most strongly symbolizing her is fire. Lilies are even burned to be sacrificed to her. The weaponry of Reonite Paladins is often enchanted so that it is capable of in some way channeling this divine fire. Reonite Paladins are highly aggressive fighters, their purpose being to destroy evil.
  • Mayon: The moon goddess Mayon also takes the form of a beautiful maiden. She is taller than Reon, with shorter, black hair and somewhat darker skin. Her eyes are a soft shade of amber. She wears robes of blue and white, and like her counterpart possesses a palace, though naturally hers is situated on the moon. The aspect that most strongly symbolizes her is water, for water is directly effected by the phases of the moon. Incorporating water into weaponry in a direct manner is difficult, so unlike Reonite Paladins, Paladins of Mayon do not often use such enchantments. They are more protective, often wielding enormous tower shields for the purpose of defending themselves and the innocent from evil.
• Magic: Many races possess a natural internal source of mana. However, not everyone has enough to achieve the status of a mage. Magi are practioners of magic educated by a tutor or by a Mage's College, honing their skills in order to cast a variety of spells. Spells require some concentration and the ability to cast, using chants ranging of at least one word. Stronger spells require more words and therefore take more time to cast. Running low on mana is dangerous as it may strain the caster's body, causing them to lose consciousness or worse. Magic users educated outside of the accepted systems are known as witches, and are viewed with no small amount of suspicion.

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Bios:

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@HereComesTheSnow@Krayzikk@Rin@Heartfillia@Luminosity@Lunarlord34@SilverPaw@stone@Derg2@PaulHaynek@Caasicam@Rune_Alchemist@1Charak2@Raineh Daze

[HereComesTheSnow]

heres my lad

You Ain't Grizz, Baby

Name: Tristram Ullr

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: 5 of Coins

Appearance:

Death from Afar

Most often clad in earthy hues of brown and green, Tristram aims for the subtle and nondescript— if he can pick off targets at a great distance, there's every possibility someone else can as well— best to not stand out against whatever he's perched upon. His build is robust, with a fair amount of muscle thanks to constant climbing, hiking, and drawing a longbow to full being in his job description. His face is a total mystery, thanks to a penchant for hoods that somehow always find enough shadow to obscure it, but his body language is assured and his voice youthfully brash.

Personality: Tristram Ullr, in spite of the seemingly impenetrable shadows of his ever-present hood, is a man who you can only imagine to wear a smirk. His personal brand of unfiltered and cocksure flippancy is borne of the particular certainty in one's own skill— something five years of surviving within a band of sellswords will do to you. Of course he can make the shot, why even ask? Indeed, while his most dominant confidence is in his eternally growing ability as an archer, it's his background that proves the wellspring from which the rest of his colors sprout. He's ruthlessly opportunistic in and out of battle, calm in the maelstrom of conflict, and always willing to fire back at those who go after him, be it with words or attacks a touch more tangible.

Thank the goddesses he still remembers how to be a professional.

Brief Backstory: Born to a small family within Ithillin, Tristram spent his youth holding a bowstring. His father was a hunter, his father's father was a hunter, and by Goddesses above, he would be a hunter as well— which, at first, agreed with him. He enjoyed the act of archery, the complete focus it required, and the powerful thrum every time he sent an arrow forth. Nothing made the young Ullr boy's day like seeing he'd hit his mark, save hearing the note of pride in his father's voice as he called it. It became clear to both that the boy had a knack for this, and so it was quietly fostered over the years, within the greenery they called home.

After over twelve years, this started to get less entertaining.

By now a young man, Tristram continued to hunt more as a way to keep himself sharp rather than anything else, selling bagged deer, voles, and pheasants in the town nearby. When news that Thaln to the south had broken out into civil war came, so too did the recruitment drive. A mercenary corps rolled through that village and all but swiped such a capable young man up the moment they found him peddling woodland creatures. It proved every bit the change of scenery he had long proclaimed to need, but at the cost of (literally) his face. Shoved into a totally nondescript leather mask and fighting battle after battle in far-off lands, be it the War of the Red Flag or shooting out eyeballs in Velt, this became his new normal for five years, until a well-coordinated attack upon a slaver's fortress in a Veltic ruin caught the eye of the Church of Reon. For their valorous deed (ignore all the pointless fights for a sec), they received an offer to be folded into the militant arm, perhaps even knighted.

Tristram was no wide-eyed dreamer, and had had quite enough regimentation for one lifetime. He instead swung north, far north, only stopping to reunite with his family in Ithillin for a week before continuing on up to Estival, and joining the Adventurer's Guild. Here, he could truly pursue his craft with neither bush nor blood to cloud his vision of the path towards true mastery. He'll go home every so often to check on the folks, make sure they're getting on fine, but otherwise he's not lookin' back.

Equipment: A Longbow of respectable quality, a quiver each of standard arrows and those enchanted with flames, fifty or so feet of rope. Has a small sword and dagger at his side in the case of Really Bad Emergencies and needing to cut something for utility, respectively.

Skills: Whatever his eyes look like, they must be of the greatest acuity. His vision and comfort with the longbow walk hand in hand to produce a natural sniper, specializing in precise arrow placement across distances that most would balk at. Fortunately, he's also quite good at sussing out where his most reliable vantage point would be, and has no complaints about getting to it however he needs to. He was formerly at the very least workmanlike when handling melee weaponry, but has spent no time using them after the mercenary corps disbanded. He would do well to simply survive a close engagement against a trained opponent. Very willing to fight dirty, he's always on the lookout for an advantage he can push to tip a fight onto his and his fellows' side.

Formerly a hunter and fisher like his father before him, Tristram is a good judge of quality game and fish, skilled at procuring and preparing both. He can navigate a forest and bushwhack as well as any in the business, and keeps an almost obsessive, meticulous track of his personal funds.

[Lunarlord34]

Hmm now which idea to go with

[PaulHaynek]

So does this mean I can play someone related to the Iron Roses RP?

I'm tempted to play as a relative of Phoran Cal but maybe I'll just play as a soldier who fought for Cal who fled far, far north when their forces got defeated. Maybe also a devout Mayonite/Reonite and thought the rebellion was the will of the goddesses, only to find out he/she was in the wrong side all along.

[Cleverbird]

Ooh, a good old fashioned fantasy RP?

One thicc zombie, coming up!

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___________________________________________ 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖆 "𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙" 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖓 34 | ♀ ⋗ INFORMATION Height: 2m (6'8") Weight: 108kg (237lbs) Eye Color: Yellow Hair Color: White (Previously brown) Race: Sapient Undead Human Nicknames: Frost, White One, Beast, Iron Wall Class: 6 of Swords	⋗ APPEARANCE Even among a world of fantastical creatures, you'd be hard-pressed to miss the presence of Frost. The undead woman is a presence that demands attention; from her towering height, snow-white hair and her black eyes marked with glowing, yellow irises. There's no way around the fact that she is clearly undead, from the aforementioned blackened eyes to her ashen grey skin. Despite that, it should also be obvious that in her previous life Frost was quite the attractive woman, possessing ample curves and a fetchingly feminine face. Outside of combat gear, Frost prefers wearing simple clothing that doesnt attract any attention. Simple muted colors and drab fashion is her modus operandi. Curiously enough, all her clothing looks hand-made. In combat however, she prefers to stand out as much as possible; drawing the foe's attention to her so her teammates can act undisturbed. For this she prefers utilizing the common stereotype of undead fear, employing multiple skulls and other grizzly fetishes to her armor. Most of these are trophies from previous successful bounties. She has a thick, Northern accent (think Swedish). Full body picture ⋗ PERSONALITY Frost is a bit of a sheltered woman, who prefers to stick to herself when possible. she's quite wary around those she doesnt know yet, though probably not nearly as wary as those should be around an undead. Some might even think her emotionless, considering she doesnt really smile that much anymore nor is she really the type to joke around. Those who do get to know her better will realize that she does in fact have emotions, which are most notable when in combat; the only time she truly feels alive again. Likes ✔ Being left alone ✔ Fighting ✔ Protecting her comrades ✔ Knitting Dislikes ✘ Watching people eat ✘ Getting touched ✘ Being called a zombie ✘ Thunder storms ✘ Necromancers ✘ Other undead ✘ People thinking immortality is a blessing ✘ Stealth ⋗ EQUIPMENT - Platemail armor - Tower shield - Greataxe ⋗ SKILLS Iron wall: Frost's armor and shield already make her a veritable walking fortress, combine that with her undead resilience and she's practically immune to physical damage. Of course, decapitation is still an ever-present problem and magic is a hard-counter as neither her armor nor her undead nature protects her against such threats. Undead regeneration: Physical wounds are obviously a lot less troubling for someone who's already dead. Wounds heal naturally over time and entire limbs can be reattached. She's immune to healing magic though and requires necromatic magic to heal faster. Rage: Frost is already quite powerful to begin with, but by going into a state of rage; she becomes a killing machine. The enhanced strength allows her to move around far faster than anybody would assume is possible, allowing her to surprise most foes. And due to her undead nature, the rage doesnt leave her exhausted either. There is a high risk she might attack her teammates if they present a threat to her or she simply doesnt know them well enough to differentiate them from her foes. ⋗ BIO Frost's backstory could almost be considered romantic, if things hadn't gone the way they did... The woman known as Mathilda Fransen died well over 60 years ago by now. Back then, she was an accomplished adventurer. In fact, she was so well accomplished she had garnered herself quite the fan following. The Beast, as people used to call her back then, on account of the berserker rage she'd go into when in combat; allowing her to fell even giants with but a swing of her massive axe. Of course, as is usually the case with adventurers, her claim to fame was short but powerful. A demon possessed warlord eventually managed to fell Mathilda by plunging a javelin straight through the woman's left eye, instantly killing her. She was carried back into town, where she'd be laid to rest and a with a little luck she'd get a commemorative plaque somewhere, regaling her tales. People would find a new adventurer to pin their hopes and dreams on. And that, for all intents and purposes, was the end of The Beast. But not for Brun von Bohrn, the self-proclaimed biggest fan of Mathilda. The man was absolutely obsessed with Mathilda, practically worshiping her. He'd foreseen the possibility of her falling in battle and as such had prepared himself over the years, plunging himself head-deep into the necromantic arts. The man was obviously completely infatuated with Mathilda and figured she'd show him the greatest form of gratitude possible when he brought her back. After all, he'd be giving her a second shot at life! So, while the rest of town drank in Mathilda's remembrance, he snuck into the mortuary under the cover of night to perform the forbidden arts. But things didnt quite work out as well for Brun as he had hoped. Mathilda was indeed brought back to life, her soul violently ripped from the ether and forced into the empty, broken shell of her body. The woman woke up with a deafening cry, clawing wildly at her broken eye, before entering a state of rage and tearing poor, misguided Brun limb for limb. It wasnt until hours later someone noticed the wailing coming from the mortuary. Fearing for a Banshee, a group of adventurers were send out to investigate, only to find the mortuary a bloody, gore covered mess; with Mathilda standing at the center of the carnage. Fearing her to be a mindless undead, the adventurers tried to kill her; but only managed to drive her out of town in the end. Driven into the wilds, Mathilda wandered the lands for a few years; desperately trying to come to terms with her new un-life. She had no desire to be brought back to life, she had died an honorable death; what more could a warrior ask for? Killing herself was out of the question as well, for suicide was considered the greatest sin anybody could commit, undead or not. So she did what she new best and slowly began picking up her old trade again. It wasnt long before people would find bandit camps completely emptied out, its inhabitants brutally eviscerated. Now however, Mathilda figured it was time to try and enter civilized lands again. Those who knew her in life were far and few in between, age no longer a factor for her. While she takes no pleasure in her new state of un-life, she realized she could use it to make sure this wouldnt happen to anybody else ever again; either by simply acting as her comrade's shield, or by vanquishing the vile necromantic arts.

[Heartfillia]

overexcited ladies man main character hero!!!!!!!!!

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Finn Edward Reinheart

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Human/elf

6 of Sword

He stands at a simple 5'4 despite having a tall human father and equally tall woodland elf mother didn't seem to to pass on to him. He has an olive skin tone with emerald green eyes, broad shoulders, muscular arms and athletic body.

Finn is a highly determined young man who is hard working and highly excitable. Seeing each new thing in his way as a challenge he must overcome. Be it finding someone faster than him, or someone who can eat more than him. admittedly he can be an idiot at times, while trying to look cool for the ladies.

He believes greatly in defending those who are in need, even if he has to stand alone. He doesn't care for money but for the experience in life and becoming stronger himself.

Born as the oldest of 4 to a pair of adventurers who were partners when they traveled. He was born prematurely and was not expected to live. By a miracle though he did survive and grew up in an elven forest city in Estival. Finn was always on the smaller side, despite his taller parents and younger siblings. Often being picked on by the other children of the city for being so small and not being able to shoot a bow at all. Often getting in fights because of this.

His father, started to teach him how to fight to defend himself. He was an expert in hand to hand fighting during his adventuring years. Finn worked as hard as he could, turning every chore he was given into some sort of training. even asking his parents to give him more things to do. When he grew stronger with all the physical work, he was finally strong enough to actually shoot a bow. Often breaking the smaller bows that children his age practice with.

Finn enjoyed fighting with his hands. Yet he also fell in love with shooting a bow. With his parents giving him a new bow which was much thicker, and specially built with a steel core. He started to use it as a makeshift quarterstaff. Blending his two favorite things together and creating an interesting fighting style. with his martial arts and quick reflexes, he could fight close to an opponent and even fire off shots in rapid pace.

when he turned 16 he decided to travel and join the adventurer guild like his parents. It was time to go see the world and become even stronger. Even more importantly to save all those beautiful ladies out there!



-His custom made steel core bow, encased with a harder but bendable wood to protect it from being chipped away by blades.
-Quiver of arrows on his hip
-Leather bracers


-Strong and athletic body from years of training hard. He is very active and trained with his martial arts to be agile. Living in a forest greatly helped him with climbing around and do so quickly building up his muscles and Stamina even more.. Along with physical chores that he asked to do, he is pretty handy with helping around a village. He seems to have a limitless source of stamina.

-Bow martial arts- because his bow has a steel core and hardwood, its strong enough to deflect weapons and not get bent out of shape(Or chopped in half) He uses it in combat as one handed quarter staff. (little bit more elegant than a club). Because of the steel core, as well as his highly developed muscles. The arrow can fire at a faster rate and penetrate the target more than a normal archer. He can be accurate with a longer shot with a bit more time but anything that is within 70 meters, he is highly accurate even on the move. downside to this style? He doesn't understand the meaning of sneaking in a battle. He 100 percent a fighter.

Even With out his bow he is an excellent martial artist.

[Raineh Daze]

@PaulHaynek I'd say leave anyone related to the Iron Roses like that out of it. We're not entirely done with that rebellion and its aftermath over there. Or the family.

[PaulHaynek]

@Raineh Daze

Alright. Maybe I'll settle with a disgraced Iron Rose or maybe just someone from Thaln or wherever who had to run away to Estival.

Say, are the ranks given or do adventurers rank themselves? My plan was for my character to take the lowest rank possible and stay that way to avoid attention.

[Raineh Daze]

Mix of job performance and skill. If you got a knight from a prestigious order showing up they'd have to be really good at faking incompetence to get a low rank, IIRC.

[PaulHaynek]

@Raineh Daze

Alright. I'll get to work on my character.

[VitaVitaAR]

@HereComesTheSnow: Accepted.

@Heartfillia: Accepted.

@Cleverbird: Going to be responding with my co-GM to this one.

@Lunarlord34: What are your options?

[Caasicam]

adventure

Shieldgirl

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Name

Cassia Van Zyl

Age

23

Gender

Female

Race

Half-elf

Rank

5 of Swords

Appearance

A vibrant young woman of athletic build, if not particularly large stature. She stands just under a meter-seventy, with a relaxed posture and bright countenance.

Cassia

Personality

Fiery, with an energetic disposition that ranges from a general intensity of character to near self-destructive hotheadedness. An innately competitive spirit mixed with a stubborn, steadfast resolve. One who takes pride in her work and appreciates the work of others. While loyal to those she considers friends, she tends to have difficulty accepting assistance, an area where she is trying to curtail her overindependance.

Brief Backstory

The single child of a small working class family, growing up in a small town to the southeast of the capital of Estival. Small is no misnomer, being just her father and herself for the majority of her upbringing. While not a lavish life in any sense of the word, it was rich in a way that gold couldn't buy. Her father, a mercenary in long since past life, now spending his time as the village smith, instilled in his daughter an appreciation for honest work and the value of that which was earned by blood and sweat. That which they did not have they made themselves. That which was not needed was given to those in need. While it was not a comfortable life, it was a happy one. During her childhood she assisted her father around the forge when needed, or spent her time with the rest of the children in the village.

In her teens she showed an aptitude for magic, and unwilling to squander an opportunity such as this, her interest in the art was encouraged by her father. While no formal school existed for her to learn to utilize her inner ability, she found instruction from an old retired mage who lived in their village. The mage spent as much of as his time spinning tales of adventure and the wonders of the capital city as much as he attempted to teach the headstrong teenager.

However it became apparent that quiet town life was not for her. Cassia longed for something greater, something more.

This yearning for adventure lead her to Venne, and the aptly Adventurer's Guild itself.

Equipment

Cassia's prized possessions she keeps by her side at all times. The first of which being a sturdy roundshield. Reinforced with bands of iron and inlaid with a stylized rose pattern, it makes for an excellent defensive and offensive weapon. The heavy build allowing it to serve just as well as a blunt striking instrument.

In concert with this she wields an equally tough shortsword. The weapon was a holdover from her father's old profession, and given her smaller frame, handles more akin to a hand and a half than the fallback weapon that it had been in a previous time. With a wide, tapering blade it is heavy enough to empart great force onto cuts while still retaining the nimbleness needed to thrust single-handed.

She does own a few assorted pieces of plate armor, though generally prefers to not wear a full set, as much for the cost as the reduction in mobility.

Naturally, she will carry whatever else may be needed on a job from the Guild as needed.

Skills

A competent craftswoman, having picked more up than a few talents in coaxing metal into a desired shape under the tutelage of her father. A skill which has come in handy more than once for repairing and maintaining her own equipment should the need arise.

Which comes up more often than not, given her propensity for combat. A capable fighter, what Cassia lacks in elegance and finesse she more than makes up for in raw pressure and athleticism. Cassia leverages a kinetic, smothering style of combat to impose a presence in battle that far outstrips her apparent size.

This is, of course, with the aid of what magic she can bring to bear. While possessing an fairly substantial inner gift of mana, her training with properly utilizing it has been subpar at best; she is certainly no mage and won't go tossing around the elements of nature at will. As such, the majority of the outward expression of her ability is simple at best: fortifying her weapons and body, warding allies from harm, or lashing out with crude slashes of energy.

Absolutely terrible with money, coin having the unfortunate property of burning holes through pockets while in her possession.

[HereComesTheSnow]

Bow gang rise up

[VitaVitaAR]

@Caasicam: Accepted.

I'll also be getting my own character up shortly.

Edit: Here we are!

• Name: Sophie Velmet
• Age: 18
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human
• Rank: Five of Swords
• Appearance: Sophie has pale skin, purple eyes, and pale purple hair. She is exceptionally short.
• Personality: Sophie is a highly competitive girl who is determined to be one of the best adventurers in the guild. Her aggressive personality makes this fact quite evident, and she is extremely driven to take any jobs she possibly can. She has a habit of viewing other adventurers(outside of anyone in her party, at least) as direct competition for her pursuit of the title of title of Top Sword in the Guild. She is quite prideful, bordering on arrogant, but she isn't without a more playful side as well. Sophie is fond of games(but is also extremely competitive in them, determined to win no matter what) and does seem to view exploration and adventure as something fun. But at the same time, she takes fighting very seriously, her competitive and aggressive nature pushing her forward in incredibly dangerous situations. While Sophie is quite prideful, she still values hard work and dedication, believing it is the exact path towards the goal she desires. She can be somewhat dismissive and sarcastic towards others, especially if they are being stupid, but in spite of her aggressive and goal-driven attitude she does care about helping innocent people and protecting her allies. Sophie hates being treated as younger then she actually is, which is troublesome when she's so short and youthful. She also has a jealous streak, especially when it comes to anyone who is more mature looking then she is.
• Brief Backstory: Sophie was born into the Velmet family, a minor noble family living in Venne. When she was little, she became fascinated with the stories of adventurers, and already aspired to be like them even before a major event changed her life. When she was only eight years old, she was suddenly taken by raiding band of goblins while visiting a relative's estate far outside of the city. But before they could take her back to their hole, the goblins were slain by a team of adventurers. This sealed it, not only did Sophie wish to become an adventurer, she wanted to become one of the best. Now that she's older, she's embarrassed about the childish approach she once had... but she's become incredibly competitive, using her wealth to purchase high-quality gear and gain training that would allow her to function as a fighter fit to join the guild. Sophie has no intention of giving up on her dream of becoming one of the top Swords in the guild.
• Equipment: Sophie wields an expensive, well-balanced double-headed greataxe. Forged of dwarven alloy, it is quite light in spite of its size, but very sharp. However, it is almost entirely mundane beyond these features. Sophie wears set of relatively light armor, mostly focused on protecting her torso and hands while allowing for swift movement. Finally, she carries with her a set of one-use enchant items. By breaking them, she can apply a very brief, relatively weak enhancement charm to herself. They resemble cylindrical rods, easily broken with her bare hands. The enhancements they apply include Windsprinter, which greatly enhances Sophie's speed, Greater Impact, which allows Sophie to strike much harder then she otherwise would be able to, and Enhance Armor, which lets her enhance her armor for a single blow. These charms are no-where near as strong as a spell applied by a mage, but they can be used on the fly, very quickly. Of course, she has to buy replacements whenever she uses one. Sophie also has a dagger, a relatively mundane, if well-crafted, last resort in case she is unable to use her axe.
• Skills: Sophie is a remarkably skilled fighter, mostly when it comes to utilizing her axe. Her fighting style utilizes her own small size and the swings of the axe to move herself across the battlefield, allowing her to attack with the full weight of her body. She has some rudimentary first aid skills, not sufficient for a healer of any sort, however, and has a decent knowledge of Estival's flora and fauna. She cannot be called an expert, and magical knowledge largely escapes her, but she is decent enough.

[HereComesTheSnow]

Much as I love playing a good humble lad like gerard, I'm starting to get real excited to just go the complete opposite direction with tristram

this'll be fun

[Caasicam]

Much as I love playing a good humble lad like gerard, I'm starting to get real excited to just go the complete opposite direction with tristram

this'll be fun

@HereComesTheSnow

i saved ur ass you owe me lunch

[HereComesTheSnow]

What are exchange rates and standard units of currency like? I need to know how much this moron will put me in the hole

[VitaVitaAR]

@HereComesTheSnow: There's bronze, silver, and gold coins. As might be expected, bronze is lowest value and gold is most value. Admittedly not terribly fleshed out beyond this.

[HereComesTheSnow]

I'll play it by ear, then. Whatever a silver buys, I'm keeping mine the hell away from Cass.

[Caasicam]

i'll give you some of the booze listen i just need like ten silver pieces as a favor from you to me c'mon pal it ain't that much friendo