[OOC] The Wayfarer's Guild

[Dark Cloud]

@Guilty Spark Where is the map?

[Aerandir]

@Dark Cloudim still workingon it

[Guilty Spark]

Update: If all CSes are submitted before Friday, I should be able to kick off the IC by Saturday.

[Guilty Spark]

Also, thanks to @Aerandir there is now a map section in the OP under the Arskel section.

[Rune_Alchemist]

pokes head in

I see a few familiar faces here huh~

Well since an old friend showed me this RP, I have appeared.

Hm...what to make, what to make.

Oh I know.

A totally not evil mage with an unhealthy obsession with dead things.

@Guilty Spark
Blame this guy

[Dark Cloud]

@Aerandir Your the best my dude.

[Moonshadow]

I took some inspiration from a 1e DnD character I ran a few years ago as well as the 5e spell-list. Let me know if you'd like me to re-work or remove any of the spells to be more cohesive with this setting. ^_^

Stone Dwarf

Name: Petragar Stoneweaver

Age: 180 [Mid-20s to a human]

Race: Dwarf [Stone]

Appearance: This dark grey skinned dwarf stands sturdily at 4'1" with grey eyes so pale most believe them to have no pigment at all. Her black hair is rarely seen worn loose, kept instead woven back into four tight plaits all merging into one long braid that appears to have never been cut. A perpetual frown lingers on her dark lips as she peers out at the world beneath the ragged hem of her hooded cloak.



Equipment: Leather brigandine over dark traveling clothes. Subtle leather boots and bracers which keep her thief's tools hidden from sight. Bladed fists and two rough daggers. Belt with two pouches, one for her rations of food and the other currently empty.

Magic: Primal (Stones)
Mold Earth
Magic Stone
Earth Tremor
Meld to Stone
Stoneskin

History: It is said that while the humans were digging in the Northern mountains a ley line breach brought the Stone Dwarves into existence, honed from the rough stone. Over the centuries tales of their creation and existence has been twisted by the surface races as few venture far from their deep cavern homes of their own choosing.

Petragar's tale is one rarely told, nearly two centuries of hardships have hardened this Dwarf's heart. What abilities she possess she has had to learn from necessity rather than desire. Life has never been fair or easy for this out-of-place Stone Dwarf.

Born beneath the Northern mountains which separate Tyrcliff from the Hann desert. Like others of her kind she was raised in the service of the mines, working for the first half of her life with the raw stones and a heavy pick. Easily over a century old she was sold off to another kind of service, one that dragged her from the dark familiarity of the mountains to the bright surface world. It was years before she had adjusted to the glare of the light and the heat, her employers keeping her indoors for the majority of her unsavory work.

It was along the Southern curve of the High Road between Kinthe and Arskel that Petragar finally made her escape from her brutal employers, utilizing the rocky terrain to remain hidden until they had finally given up on finding her. Days later she returned to the road and eventually made it to the metropolis city. She scavenged her way through the streets of the Cliff, staving off hunger by digging through other's trash or catching rats. She would pick-pocket what she could to pay for a bath and bed at least twice a month.

Caught a few months back by the local law enforcement for petty thievery, Petragar opted service to the Wayfarer's Guild over time in prison. Her belongings, or at least those few items they could not prove had been stolen, were returned to her upon her release into the Guild's custody. The dark skinned Dwarf has kept her head down since joining the Guild and doing whatever is necessary to stay within the Guildmaster's good graces.

Guild Ranking: Initiate

[Guilty Spark]

@Moonshadow Looks pretty accepted to me 👌

[Moonshadow]

@Guilty Spark <squee> yay! Thank you!

Being new to the site I'm very nervous/excited lol

[Asuras]

Hider

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V E L A F A D E

♀ | 26 | Human (Giant-blooded)

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Sitting upon the garden bench is the manifestation of an icy rapier -a woman of such litheness that one might think merely taking a hand would break her. Pale skin foretells the cold touch of her body, as if she were made of snow itself. Upon her face is wrapped a white blindfold, behind which rest unblinking lids. Falling like a violet stream, her ponytail flows all the way down her back, resting upon the bench, and continues even then to hang from the edge. Its length is made all the more impressive as her height becomes more apparent; the human woman strikes a height of at least six feet, if one had to guess. As you step closer, her head turns towards you; if she could see, it was not with her eyes. No matter who you are, she offers a pleasant smile all the same, and beckons for you to sit beside her with a quiet and breathy voice that betrays the confidence it exerts.

And as she offers a hand to introduce herself, you find that your assumptions may not have been so accurate. Wrapping your hand around hers to greet and feeling the chilled aura of her skin, you notice that her grip is instead frighteningly fierce.

Equipment:
Vela carries little else besides her garb and, if venturing out further than usual, a sling pack with only the "bare essentials" which includes:
-A small, ritual-looking dagger that seems clean enough as to be considered unused in combat.
-Meager rations. Edible, but unlikely to be the first choice of sustenance.
-A large but relatively thin blanket. It is well-worn but kept quite clean in between ventures.
-Several empty vials of differing sizes.
-A sack of coin. It looks as if Vela has some not-insignificant change on hand.

Magic:
Vela expresses her magic through the use of arcane weaponry and self protection by way of embracing ice. What she lacks in outright martial skill she makes up for in bolstering her body, taking hits more grievous than her frail physical form would let on. In turn, she strikes like a harsh blizzard, sweeping at foes before her mercilessly with flurries of icy bolts.

[Ice Shards] - Vela summons an array of icy fragments to her side, each one launched as she wills.
[Frost Armor] - Nigh-invisible upon her already pale skin, this seemingly-thin layer of magic ice offers Vela a measure of protection against strikes, and even retaliates against those bold enough to physically strike her.
[Cantrips] - Simple ice-aspected spells, oft used to simply alter ambient temperature, or apply an icy layer to surfaces. They have their uses.

In addition, Vela seems particularly adept at resisting low temperatures, though if this is a result of active magic, or simply a consequence of her physiology is up to guessing. Though Vela appears physically blind, she seems to navigate through life as if she weren't cursed by such an impediment. It can be assumed she has a kind of blindsight, though it is limited to a field of view normally granted by actual eyesight. Vela makes a point to others not to attempt tricking her with illusory spells.

History:
Somewhere out there is a forest of fey and fright, echoing tall tales from between the cold, northern halls of smooth-barked trees. Within, a cloistered society of like-minded, albeit rivalrous, practitioners of mysterious ways. Their name is barely a whisper upon the lips of the wide world, as their borders are closely guarded, or perhaps simply difficult to find. Wherever the creaking cottages of this coven truly lie, one thing is for certain:

Their expertise is not to be trifled with.

Those that claim to come from this enigmatic place oft display a measure of arcane prowess that serves their title as "Witches" and "Warlocks" well. From whence this ability stems is unknown, but it might be gleaned that there are masters in their midst, bestowing a dark and fruitful education upon what few are born in the forest.

Whether one believes it or not, Vela is adamant about her origins here, though if pressed keeps hushed about the specifics -typical for one hailing from this "Coven of Immortal Black". Some will claim that their reasons for leaving the forest are to experience the world, or to hone their craft with novelty not found within their tight walls.

But Vela... The smile on her face when asked why she left.

"Is it too unreasonable to want to see the world?" That smile... is never honest.

Vela keeps her reasons close to her chest, and wears only more of that frigid air upon her sleeve. Whatever her reasons for leaving the coven, Vela does not wish to divulge. Deflect, ignore, or play dumb -she wishes only to meld into the culture of the Guild, and let her past fade away.

She joined the Guild, knowing well that down here in this city of vagrants and criminals that she'd fit right in. Though, perhaps, she may have had some trouble convincing the Guild of her innocence, no matter how much her shielded eyes batted and lips pouted.

Guild Ranking: Initiate

Theme:

[Dark Cloud]

Koth

^Name:

^{(Kothrias Hemlenfell)}

^Age:

200.

^Race:

Dwarf (Mountain).

^Appearance:

^{Physical Description:}

Koth is stout standing at about 4'4" and stocky with broad shoulders, as well as weighs 200lbs. The muscles of his upper body are well toned compared to his rather short legs that aren't as well sculpted. His skin is ruddy and he has perpetually rosy cheeks beneath his brown eyes, he wears his auburn hair long and braided like his impressive beard is. Koth wears plain clothing but often wears his clothes rolled up because working in forges all day is at times very hot.

^Equipment:

Besides his craftsman attire and casual clothing Kothrias often carries his treasured dwarfish war-axe that has the symbol of a boar etched into the axehead as it symbolizes his tribes crest which is the mighty boar. Wears a tool belt with smiths tools stored safely in each pouch, sports a fine steel chest piece of breastplate of dwarfish make with shoulder pauldrons. Koth also wields a small steel shield and wears leather shin guards on his legs.

^Magic:

• Spiritual Magic:
  
  
  Channelling the power of a lesser god; one whose domain revolves around fire and craftsmanship. Granted the ability to create fire at a small scale and manipulate it's shape and intensity to a minor extent. Kothrias pays homage to his god by burning a portion of his meals in offering, and prayer in the presence of open flames. Another way of offering is through craftsmanship, and Kothrias often forges items in honor to his god. Places where craftsman work and forges are where his prayers are given as the gods connection is strongest in such places.

^History:

Off to east of Arskel about three miles away there exists a stronghold built in the mountain ranges of King's Pass, within which the Clan Hemlenfell has resided since their ancestors first laid down the stonework. The fortress was created nearly two thousand years ago.

Although the dwarves of King's Pass are fiercely protective of their mountain home they also have seen the benefit of brokering trade with the City-states nearby as well. In recent times many dwarfish artisans have established their businesses in foreign cities. In time the quality of their arms and armor are in high demand amongst the surrounding city-states and independent townships. It took almost an eon for them to accept incorporating newer adaptations to their craft in order to keep up with the advanced technology, as they are a traditionalistic people.

Kothrias grew up as the son of their clan's honored master smith, and as such the young dwarf spent much of his childhood around craftsman and was no stranger to the roar of a forge or the clang of hammer on anvil. He wanted to be like his father but he dreamed of being the best blacksmith in all of Olanthus someday. His dreams only grew when he was working in the forges late into the night when after a short prayer to the gods he was met by a man with a beard of fire and red glowing skin, the man called himself Ingus and claimed to be the god of fire and craftsman. Ingus told the dwarf that he had watched Kothrias for quite a time, the dwarf's prayers answered with little boons unnoticable to Kothrias. Ingus told Koth that he would grant him power for his service to the craft and blessed Koth before disappearing.

Kothrias decided to set out north to Arskel as of last week, deciding it was time to go seek his dream out in the wider world as an adventurer to learn about the world outside the walls of Hemlenfell fortress so that he can expand his knowledge of metalwork and the craftsmanship of other races. He heard of the Guild and it's cause as an adventurers guild, so Kothrias saw this as an opportunity to broaden his horizons and immediately seeked out membership within the Guild.

^{Guild Ranking:}

Initiate.

Alrighty I'm actually finally finished.

[Dark Cloud]

@Guilty Spark Bruh I'm done.

[Guilty Spark]

@Dark Cloud That'll do. I pasted it over there for you.

[Dark Cloud]

@Guilty Spark Your awesome my dudereeno, you want me to quote it? Then you can do whatever you want with the placeholder.

[Guilty Spark]

@Dark Cloud That's fine, I don't need another place holder, but if you want to edit it, go ahead. I just recalled you saying you needed it pasted.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Yo, just a progress update on my end!

I got a character in the works, but I may not get it up until tomorrow sometime. Writing an update for my own RP is taking a bit longer since its pretty beefy (six pages on a gdoc including minor formatting lol. Gm problems).

Just thought I'd let ya'll know still here.

[Dark Cloud]

@Dark Cloud That's fine, I don't need another place holder, but if you want to edit it, go ahead. I just recalled you saying you needed it pasted.

@Guilty Spark

No worries, I appreciate you remembering though so thank you. Hope you like the character.

[Guilty Spark]

@Rune_Alchemist You're good. There are a few others still working on their characters as well.

[Dark Cloud]

@Guilty Spark Are we starting on Friday?

[OwO]

weeweewoowoo

Sheri

~500 || Book Elf

Appearance | Sheri stands at an impressive book elf height of 5'2" with a build that could be described as maidenly. While she is athletic enough to fight, she is by no means a grand warrior who has built their body through combat and trials.

Equipment | Besides the daily essentials of a book elf, Sheri carries a silver feather pen and a directory libram; both are used primarily as conduits for her magic.

Magic | Fitting of a librarian, Sheri's magic is an arcane magic designed around the creation and usage of magical tomes. These tomes act as a conduit to rapidly cast any magic recorded within their pages as they replace the somatic, verbal, and mental portion of each spell. However, these tomes are nothing more than esoteric books written in an undecipherable script to those who do not specialize in this magic.

Unfortunately for Sheri, her specialization was with lifestyle and "specialty" magic. The simple task of creating a simple magic missile is an insurmountable task for her, but she has an entire tome filled with magic relating to turning sweet foods sour.

In truth, without a book in hand, Sheri only knows 3 magic spells: creating a libram by recreating observed magic, storing the libram in a dimensional pocket, and recalling librams placed inside.

History | Hidden from the world, the book elves of Saint Telhan live peculiar lives. Each book elf lives a devoted life to the Saint's Library, a record of magic that goes back hundreds of years. The job of book elves are to maintain, theorize, and practice these magics to that they will not be lost to time.

The absentminded Sheri was a librarian like the rest of her people. She recorded and pondered upon the more... unique magics. While some would dedicate their lives to figuring out how to transfer power words to paper, Sheri was more interested in creating magic to improving quality of life. After all, why spend ten minutes a day bathing when one could spend three years of their life figuring out how to bathe in seconds using magic?

However, absentmindedness got the best of her. She had misplaced a colleague's research one too many times. The council had decided her fate. She was forced to leave Saint Telhan for a hundred years. Maybe then she would to be more conscious of what she was doing. To most races, this was an exile. To the long lived book elves, this was more of a sabbatical.

However, the outside world was not meant for book elves. With nowhere else to go, Sheri ended up meandering her way into the guild. No other job would take her and she needed money to survive down there.

Guild Ranking | Initiate

Theme | "Many questions."