[OOC] The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

[Partisan]

We have the time - I can already tell this won't be fast paced.

[Mr Irony]

I'm trying to figure out a good post. Apologies for the wait.

[Partisan]

Well, a post from anyone would be nice at this point. :)

[WilsonTurner]

Waiting to see if anyone hails Kaz.

[Partisan]

They are waiting for you at the gate.

[Bonjour xx]

Right team! I'm sending you this quick message from my hospital bed. I've had some surgery and in the coming week I'm going to be recovering and resting so don't know if I'll be posting. Certainly won't be posting in the next couple of days. Had hoped to write one before being admitted but was too busy. Besides, this only really affects me and Irony and he's busy elsewhere too.

[AtomicNut]

Still Accepting people?

Ash of the Whitelands
"No gloriae suae in bello"

Full name: Ash, or Ash of the Whitelands, denoting his humble origin.

Titles: The Sellsword Scholar, and the less flattering titles of Ser Whoreson and Knightslayer

Social rank: Whoreson peasant.

Job or societal position: Black Knight Sellsword. Part time teacher and folk entertainer.

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's an average sized, well built man, with dark scruffy hair and a clean-shaved face. He has gray eyes that give him a piercing, vivid stare. Cuts and chinks can be seen throughout his body, a couple of them on his face. He usually wears worn out and simple but serviceable clothes, and a black, equally worn but still useable armor (it's painted black to prevent rust) when in combat. He walks with carefully measured steps and he has a deep voice.

Personality: Despite his ignoble origin, Ash is a polite and well mannered man. He always answers a greeting, and answers with the utmost respect to whomever talks to him, be it noble or gentile. He's also rather patient and slow to anger, with an almost nigh unflappable stoicism. Yet at the same time, one could feel that sometimes he's not here, and just stares at the horizon rather than at people, reliving who knows what demons of the past. Lowborn, whores and orphans do manage to bring some more reaction in the man, and he's known to have a chipper, quick-wit and enthusiastic easygoing attitude with them. He is also more than willing to share his knowledge and experience to whomever lends him an ear, and he's partial to honest plights. Meeting him on the battlefield or as enemy is another matter. Bereft of any kind of remorse or honor, Ash strives to survive and win to see another morning, and he has very few qualms on using underhanded methods.

History: Ash was simply a byproduct of a camp follower and an unnamed man-at-arms in the Whitelands. He could have ended like many street rats and pickpockets, if it had not been for the hardest and most clever decision his mother had: To give him to a wandering troupe of entertainers after some convincing. Even from his early age, Ash revealed himself as a bright lad and a fast learner, and some of the troupe felt that they had to polish the formidable intellect the boy had, out of goodwill. They taught him manners, literature and writing, in the hopes he could become one of the narrators of the troupe. They weren't so successful at teaching him to sing and dance, as the poor lad was unfortunately tonedeaf, but he managed to pick other skills to compensate, like knowledge of healing and poisons from the troupe's wise woman, and some minor sleight-of-hand tricks to draw and interest peasants.

By the time he was a young man, he had already made a name for himself among the troupe, becoming one of the storytellers while others did the dancing and singing, as well as one of the faces for negotiation, given his politeness and wit. Unfortunately, he had also hit the foolish age where everyone wanted to be a knight and save and kingdom, and in a regrettable hotheaded decision, parted with the troupe to become a sellsword. Of course, his actual fighting ability was made much fun of by the time he tried to join, but the wizened leader of the sellsword group decided to keep him around, if only because he had prized skills like healing, poisons and writing. Knowing fully well his status as ''favored kid'' of the leader, he trained diligently and tried his best to not make mistakes. He also swallowed his qualms about doing less than regrettable brigand jobs, in an effort to become more like the mercenaries that he had surrounded himself with. However, it was all for naught, because even as he managed to garner himself a name among the mercenaries and become one of the de-facto liutenants of the band, he kept meeting scorn and cold shoulders. When a quarrel about payment shares broke between him and other lieutenants, Ash realized that no matter what he did, he would always be treated as an outsider by everyone. Skilled enough to beat knights in single combat, yet lowborn. Capable of philosophical debates yet as base as the son of a prostitute.

Heartbroken and bitter by the many horrors he chose to endure pursuing an empty ideal, he returned to his homeland, only to find the shadow of the war haunting the lands, and a rather cold and crude gravestone where his mother once stood. Still, he decided to stay, and perhaps make himself a place little by little, starting by subverting the suspiciousness of people around him by entertaining folks and doing odd errands.

Skills: Ash is an incredibly mentally gifted individual. He has a good grasp of a variety of subjects like tactics, economics, literature, manners and even odd things like castle building and sieges. He is also a good sellsword, able to use competently swords, shields, daggers, and bows, and skilled on horseback and with lances. He can also do some minor prestidigitation tricks like vanishing coins and minor escapism. He is a decent storyteller. He is rather skilled in the arts of healing as well as poisons, though people only know him for the poison part and his skill at arms.

Dreams and fears:He dreams of finding a good place to settle in, without even having to resort to the sword again. Sadly, in these times, his sword is all what he has to earn himself a living, as he's considered a foul person even by fellow peasants. He fears dying alone and forgotten, and losing himself to the madness of war and forgetting how to be kind.

Favored equipment: He's usually seen in comfortable, humble clothes with a dagger by his hip and a money purse when he's not in combat. When he's fully suited, he dons a black-painted armor, with a black shield and a longsword. Or alternatively a bow. He keeps the armor, arrows and weapons on his horse's saddlebags when he's not fighting. He also owns three books. One about healing and poisons, the other about war tactics, and the third one is his personal diary. He also keeps some oil and a whetstone to polish and keep his gear, as well as a flint.

Extra: He owns a warhorse named Spot he won in a bet. It's quite a temperamental stallion and has a rather worrying fondess for wine. All his worldly possessions can fit on his horse's saddlebags.

[Bonjour xx]

You have to be accepted - you have an alcoholic horse!

[GhostReaper]

looking though this Had an Idea for an Assassin/Spy type of character...Only would work best if he was working for a noble or some such. Any volunteers lol

[Partisan]

Still Accepting people?

Ash of the Whitelands
"No gloriae suae in bello"

Full name: Ash, or Ash of the Whitelands, denoting his humble origin.

Titles: The Sellsword Scholar, and the less flattering titles of Ser Whoreson and Knightslayer

Social rank: Whoreson peasant.

Job or societal position: Black Knight Sellsword. Part time teacher and folk entertainer.

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's an average sized, well built man, with dark scruffy hair and a clean-shaved face. He has gray eyes that give him a piercing, vivid stare. Cuts and chinks can be seen throughout his body, a couple of them on his face. He usually wears worn out and simple but serviceable clothes, and a black, equally worn but still useable armor (it's painted black to prevent rust) when in combat. He walks with carefully measured steps and he has a deep voice.

Personality: Despite his ignoble origin, Ash is a polite and well mannered man. He always answers a greeting, and answers with the utmost respect to whomever talks to him, be it noble or gentile. He's also rather patient and slow to anger, with an almost nigh unflappable stoicism. Yet at the same time, one could feel that sometimes he's not here, and just stares at the horizon rather than at people, reliving who knows what demons of the past. Lowborn, whores and orphans do manage to bring some more reaction in the man, and he's known to have a chipper, quick-wit and enthusiastic easygoing attitude with them. He is also more than willing to share his knowledge and experience to whomever lends him an ear, and he's partial to honest plights. Meeting him on the battlefield or as enemy is another matter. Bereft of any kind of remorse or honor, Ash strives to survive and win to see another morning, and he has very few qualms on using underhanded methods.

History: Ash was simply a byproduct of a camp follower and an unnamed man-at-arms in the Whitelands. He could have ended like many street rats and pickpockets, if it had not been for the hardest and most clever decision his mother had: To give him to a wandering troupe of entertainers after some convincing. Even from his early age, Ash revealed himself as a bright lad and a fast learner, and some of the troupe felt that they had to polish the formidable intellect the boy had, out of goodwill. They taught him manners, literature and writing, in the hopes he could become one of the narrators of the troupe. They weren't so successful at teaching him to sing and dance, as the poor lad was unfortunately tonedeaf, but he managed to pick other skills to compensate, like knowledge of healing and poisons from the troupe's wise woman, and some minor sleight-of-hand tricks to draw and interest peasants.

By the time he was a young man, he had already made a name for himself among the troupe, becoming one of the storytellers while others did the dancing and singing, as well as one of the faces for negotiation, given his politeness and wit. Unfortunately, he had also hit the foolish age where everyone wanted to be a knight and save and kingdom, and in a regrettable hotheaded decision, parted with the troupe to become a sellsword. Of course, his actual fighting ability was made much fun of by the time he tried to join, but the wizened leader of the sellsword group decided to keep him around, if only because he had prized skills like healing, poisons and writing. Knowing fully well his status as ''favored kid'' of the leader, he trained diligently and tried his best to not make mistakes. He also swallowed his qualms about doing less than regrettable brigand jobs, in an effort to become more like the mercenaries that he had surrounded himself with. However, it was all for naught, because even as he managed to garner himself a name among the mercenaries and become one of the de-facto liutenants of the band, he kept meeting scorn and cold shoulders. When a quarrel about payment shares broke between him and other lieutenants, Ash realized that no matter what he did, he would always be treated as an outsider by everyone. Skilled enough to beat knights in single combat, yet lowborn. Capable of philosophical debates yet as base as the son of a prostitute.

Heartbroken and bitter by the many horrors he chose to endure pursuing an empty ideal, he returned to his homeland, only to find the shadow of the war haunting the lands, and a rather cold and crude gravestone where his mother once stood. Still, he decided to stay, and perhaps make himself a place little by little, starting by subverting the suspiciousness of people around him by entertaining folks and doing odd errands.

Skills: Ash is an incredibly mentally gifted individual. He has a good grasp of a variety of subjects like tactics, economics, literature, manners and even odd things like castle building and sieges. He is also a good sellsword, able to use competently swords, shields, daggers, and bows, and skilled on horseback and with lances. He can also do some minor prestidigitation tricks like vanishing coins and minor escapism. He is a decent storyteller. He is rather skilled in the arts of healing as well as poisons, though people only know him for the poison part and his skill at arms.

Dreams and fears:He dreams of finding a good place to settle in, without even having to resort to the sword again. Sadly, in these times, his sword is all what he has to earn himself a living, as he's considered a foul person even by fellow peasants. He fears dying alone and forgotten, and losing himself to the madness of war and forgetting how to be kind.

Favored equipment: He's usually seen in comfortable, humble clothes with a dagger by his hip and a money purse when he's not in combat. When he's fully suited, he dons a black-painted armor, with a black shield and a longsword. Or alternatively a bow. He keeps the armor, arrows and weapons on his horse's saddlebags when he's not fighting. He also owns three books. One about healing and poisons, the other about war tactics, and the third one is his personal diary. He also keeps some oil and a whetstone to polish and keep his gear, as well as a flint.

Extra: He owns a warhorse named Spot he won in a bet. It's quite a temperamental stallion and has a rather worrying fondess for wine. All his worldly possessions can fit on his horse's saddlebags.

@AtomicNut

I would say you are in. Welcome to the group.

looking though this Had an Idea for an Assassin/Spy type of character...Only would work best if he was working for a noble or some such. Any volunteers lol

@GhostReaper

Maybe Joakim?

[AtomicNut]

@Partisan
You are most kind. Ash and his horse Spot will toast to your name.

Just realized. There's another character who's nicknamed Whoreson, and my guy's nicknamed Ser Whoreson. Do I change it or leave it as a coincidence? Also, what's the instance of NPCS associated to characters? Because I'm thinking of this fella having a half-sister who's in a brothel.

I am also open to suggestion where to drop him. If someone is in need of an unscrupulous black knight, I can help. If not I might just drop him at the caravan.

[GhostReaper]

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Maybe Joakim?

@Partisan

That could work. He is a military strategist and thus, may not exactly approve but can see the potential of having some one with certain...skill sets on his side. Could have it that My character poses as a servent of Joakim.

[GhostReaper]

Telth

Telth

"Always appear less then you are"

Full name: Telth
Titles: Gavin Simon
Social rank: none. Peasant
Job or societal position: Assassin, spy, Personal Servant for Joakim
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Appearance: He stands at 5'10 and dresses smartly. Being the personal servant to Joakim he is required to keep a certain level of presentation. Also he appears rather skiny, but his body is very well toned from years of training.

Personality: Gavin is a very happy fun loving person. When alone with other servants he is often found making jokes with them and is a happy person. When working as the personal servant to Joakim he often has a smile on his face as the age of his lord maters little to him. Though he knows when to put his carefree little smile away when important matters are being talked about. He is also very serious about his job, doing everything in his power to help his lord.

Telth is very different. Telth is quite and reserved, speaking only when spoken too and choosing his words very carefully, often taking a few moments before answering. He is ever observant, watching everything around him, assessing everything and everyone, from threat level to the quickest way to strike a killing blow if need be.

History: Telth in truth doesn't remember his true name. He has been an orphan as long as he could remember. Living in an orphanage in the Falklands children were often used for the criminal element. Delivering packages or messages, spying on people as the orphans were fore the most part ignored by people. The "Ring" was organized by one of the older children ,Rickard, who worked with the adults taking jobs and passing them down to the younger children. The boy was of course roped into this, and it wouldn't of been to much a problem, If you did well you were rewarded with food. However if you failed you were beaten by the older kids. Rickard was a cruel and sadistic person. He would beat the younger kids for no reason other then to prove that he was the biggest and the strongest of them all. The boy kept to himself, though did his job and tried to ignore what was going on.

When The boy was eight though things changed. One of his friends was beat to near death. She couldn't move for days, and Rickard ordered that no one was to feed her or help her. The boy ignored this and would sneak her food and bandage her up as best he could. He was discovered however and ended up having running, but he couldn't get away as they caught up to him and beat him. He was left to die in the streets. He laid there awaiting death when some one walked up to him "You just going to lay there and die" the man said as he looked up "no one is going to help you, you have to help your self". The boy didn't know what was going on, why would some one stop to just to talk to him this way. Was he really that cruel?. He started to stand up "That's more like it, stand on your own feet boy" Once up he looked at the man "You want to learn how to fight boy? You want to never be afraid again? I can teach you. But first you must prove that you are worth teaching" he told him. He wanted nothing more then that, so he asked what he had to do. It was simple really, find the people that did this to him, and kill them.

The boy agreed. But he couldn't just out right attack them, they were older, bigger, stronger, but they weren't smarter. So he came up with a plan. He knew how the operation ran, who did what and when they were vulnerable. He was quickly forgotten and used that to his advantage as well. Intercepting messages, placing false drops he was able to lure them out and ambush them. He picked them off one by one, killing all three of them. Once he was finished the man approached him again. He told him that he would train with him, and that the boy he was died the night on the street. Only Telth remained.

Everyday after that was spent training. Fighting, Poisons, stealth, spying, observation, Noble families, crest, orginizations. Every day from wake to sleep these things were beat into him, both literally and metaphorically. Though oddly enough though this man was the closest thing he ever had to a father.

After years of training and travailing with his mentor he woke up one day, what was odd was this was the first time he woke up with out there being some trap trying to kill him, some late night ambush. After a few hours he realized that his mentor was gone. As fast as that man came into his life, he was gone. Telth carried on though, he had connections, ways to get work. It wasn't like he was left with nothing. On a mission though he took a mission, to kill a noble men. On planing out his attack he learned that this target was planing the assassination of another, a young noble named Joakim. The noble was taking precautions, having gone to ground. Telth instead planned to assassinate Joakim himself, not to actually do it, but to catch the man hired by the noble to lead him to him. The plan worked, he intercepted the would be assassin before the attempt was made. What he didn't know was that he wasn't as stealthy as he thought. After he had dispatched the noble and accepted his payment. After that he was approached by a man, offered a more permanent line of work. Thus Gavin Simon was born.

Skills: Master swordsman, Poisoner, Stealth, Very agile, very skilled with daggers and throwing knives, also has training with most weapons. He is also very Observant, very little gets past him.

Dreams and fears: As of this day he has very little dreams or fears. He has nothing that he truly holds of any value.

Favored equipment: Telth's favored weapon is a curved single sided blade, throwing daggers and two daggers he keeps concealed. Also while on mission he sometimes uses a bow if need be.

Gavin, keeps very little weapons on him. Though he ussually has two throwing daggers concealed in his sleaves as well as two daggers he keeps hidden on him.
Extra: [this can be like an insignia if your character is a (former) noble, or a pet, or whatever.]

[Partisan]

@Partisan
You are most kind. Ash and his horse Spot will toast to your name.

Just realized. There's another character who's nicknamed Whoreson, and my guy's nicknamed Ser Whoreson. Do I change it or leave it as a coincidence? Also, what's the instance of NPCS associated to characters? Because I'm thinking of this fella having a half-sister who's in a brothel.

I am also open to suggestion where to drop him. If someone is in need of an unscrupulous black knight, I can help. If not I might just drop him at the caravan.

@AtomicNut

All that is fine. Take creative liberties - you don't want to ask me for permission 24/7 and I don't wanna answer it 24/7. If it makes sense - just go for it.

@GhostReaper it looks decent enough, maybe a bit too assassins creed-y but if you can promise you won't go around stabbing people while jumping through the air but be more like an actual assassin I don't foresee problems.

[AtomicNut]

@Partisan

And done. "It's not what It looks like, Officer!"

Also:

Lots of bastards in the characters. Anyone willing to be Ash half-sibling? I'd be open to the idea.

[GhostReaper]

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All that is fine. Take creative liberties - you don't want to ask me for permission 24/7 and I don't wanna answer it 24/7. If it makes sense - just go for it.

@GhostReaper it looks decent enough, maybe a bit too assassins creed-y but if you can promise you won't go around stabbing people while jumping through the air but be more like an actual assassin I don't foresee problems.

@Partisan

I won't lol. For the most part he is a personal servant/bodyguard to Joakim.

[Partisan]

Sounds good.

If anyone from now on wants another character, I can use some more people in the Weade family.

[GhostReaper]

I just threw up something real quick. The good thing with the type of character he is, it is easy to kind of plug him in as if he was there all along but people just didn't pat attention to him haha. Also I'd say Joakim is the only person who knows who Gavin really is.

[Partisan]

Alright, we could use posts from some people. I'll continue the plot as soon as that's happened.

[AtomicNut]

Sounds good.

If anyone from now on wants another character, I can use some more people in the Weade family.

@Partisan

Well, I have some ideas for a secondary character. But I'll wait to see if new challengers appear.