[OOC] Plague of the North

[Fat Boy Kyle]

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Plague of the North

The Northern Lands are harsh and unforgiving at the best of times,
but now an evil seeps down from the uncharted lands threatening to engulf all that stand in its way.
The evil of which I speak? The Black Blood Plague.
It corrupts the minds of men and women, adults and children,
dogs and beasts, and turns them into mindless cannibals.
It is up to you to investigate this scourge,
and bring an end to it before it takes everyone you love.

Genre:
High fantasy mixed with zombies. High-mystery-fantasy-zombie-apocalypse-survival-thriller-thingy!

The Setting:
This RP is set in the fictional fantasy world of Olympus. Set in it’s Northern Lands (as it is referred to in the South), the Celtobar Peninsular has become a rallying point for the Kingdom of Vasili and refugees from the various tribes along its Northern borders. The threat is a magical plague that is quickly moving south and has been called ‘The Black Blood’ because of the physical effect is has on its victims. Those that are infected become highly aggressive, mindless, cannibalistic, and their blood thickens and turns black. So far there has been no cure, but priests seem to be confident that this is the result of dark magic, not nature. The only hope it would seem, would be to find the source and destroy it. Unfortunately the lands to the far North are inhospitable and full of dark creatures, and even the tribes try to stay as southward as they can.

Now the main cities of Vasili are becoming full of hatred, as refugees clog the streets and increase the chance of the plague breaching the walls. Without the farms being worked, food stores are also declining at a fast rate. This has only deepened existing resentment however, for the Kingdom has fought the tribes for centuries and there is no shortage of bad blood. Even those wanting to flee south are finding it hard, for across the channel is the Kingdom of Dawn, who are currently at war with the Kingdom of Vasili; any ships attempting to cross have been sought out and either sunk or burned.

Desperate, King Barius of House Vasili has withdrawn his troops from the North and has doubled his effort to take the White Coast and expand into the territory of Dawn. But he knows that this is not enough, and now he has trusted generals and advisors in each city to draw together teams of investigators to uncover the truth behind the plague. These investigators, known as the Consano, are being told to meet at a town named The Cross Roads. Here there is also an opportunity for others to join the group, but only if Sir Chester and Lady Buxton think they are worthy.

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Some Handy Key Points (maybe):

• There is magic, but it's uncommon
• The plague has no cure
• Characters must bring something to the team, but that doesn't mean I want them to be OP
• Knights are very rare
• Travelling is, unfortunately, a thing in this RP
• Technology and culture wise, this is much like the middle ages
• No guns or even gunpowder
• This could be described as 'low-advanced' purely because I myself am a bit shit. But I like reading other people's great quality work, so I expect more from you than myself :P

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TL;DR - Medieval fantasy world were there's a magical zombie(-esque) plague sweeping south. Players will be adventurers investigating the plague.

If you are interested then of course say so! If you wish to join then please post a Character Sheet! Please copy and paste the CS Sheet found here, but do not edit it! Once I have accepted your character sheet please post it on this Character Page. ALSO USE HIDERS!!!

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GM - Fat Boy Kyle
Co-GM - Torack
Co-GM - Partisan

Rules

Follow RPG rules. This should pretty much sum up most things for most people. This is an RP, not a porno. Respect others. Don’t fucking swear too much. Don’t be dicks to each other. Respect the GMs (and other players… but mostly the GMs). You get the picture.

When you post your CS please include “I love your milkshakes” at the bottom of it to show you have read the rules.

Killing NPCs is fine, unless they are key NPCs (meaning they are notable ones or form a big part of a plotline). You can kill player characters once you have gained permission from the character’s owner and a GM.

Keep grammar standards high. If you post terrible grammar you will receive a strike. Three strikes and you are out of the RP.

Please alert the RP or the GMs of any expected absences. If you are away for more than one week the GMs may take control of your character. I did once try to implement a rule where if you didn’t post every so often you were kicked from the RP but that didn’t seem to work (mostly because I was away more than anyone else!)

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The Black Blood Plague

The Black Blood Plague
The plague has quickly been working its way down from the far North, causing masses of people to desperately retreat south. The origin is unknown, but priests seem to think it’s been caused by dark magic, rather than nature. The plague was first sighted in Falkreach seven weeks ago, and the main horde has just reached Minorhold. There are however infected all over the place, but in much smaller numbers (for now).

The Plague is not airborne, but can be transferred through liquids (including blood, water and piss). The most common method of infection has so far been by biting, as the infected have become mindless and cannibalistic. These infected are more akin to the type of zombies you see in 28 Days, rather than Shaun of the Dead. The stronger and faster the host, the more dangerous they are once infected. They are most dangerous when they first become aggressive, as they are in peak condition and still have a moderate degree of intelligence. They do seem to whither over time, but they sustain strength due to the magic and through eating when they can. They are able to take a lot of punishment and the only sure way to take them down so far has been by destroying the brain or by using magic.

The timeline of infection is as follows:

• Thirty minutes after infection – blood starts to thicken and blacken, with veins and skin becoming darker
• After one hour – infected becomes more hostile, becoming paranoid and snapping easily
• One and a half hour – infected is struck by unbelievable hunger and is likely to start attacking others
• Two hours later – By this time the infected is no longer able to communicate and has fully turned

There is no individual cure. The source must be found.

The Consano

The Consano is a small group dedicated to investigating the Black Blood Plague, finding the source and with any luck, ending it. They have been commissioned by the King Barius and are being led by two of his trusted knights, Lady Buxton and Ser Chester. Unfortunately, whilst the King does pray they are successful, he has followed the advice of the court and his advisors and decided to invest all the Kingdom’s resources into protecting the cities and invading Dawn.

Other than a small bit of funding, the only other piece of help they’ve received is in the form of a decree that has been sent out all over the Kingdom. This decree states that all citizens must aid the Consano and must not do anything to hinder the investigation. For the most part this is unlikely to do much, especially as other decrees have gone out saying that all able bodies are to conscript.

Annoyingly, the Consano has been forced to accept the sponsorship of various private individuals, including a slave trader named Orwen.

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Some notable events

In the recent past there have been several notable events. Some which are listed here:

• 13 years ago the North Star Cathedral, the Church of Light's main base in Dawn, was burned to the ground. This raised existing tensions between the Church and the few people that still worshiped the Old Pantheon in Dawn. Since then Old Pantheon worship has been practically outlawed and has drastically declined.
• Five months ago the Temple of Sol, just outside of Cliffton, was desecrated by followers of the Church of Light. The men were cut down, and the women and children were raped and beaten to death. The Church of Light has condemned these actions and have themselves placed rewards for anyone that can provide information on the culprits. Still, this has further raised tensions between devout followers of the two religions.
• Nine years ago, the Kingdom of Dawn erected three forts along the Northern Channel. It was believed this was in reaction to the growing pirate activity along the coast.
• Just under nine years ago the Kingdom of Vasili begun an invasion of Dawn. The first major battle was the Battle of the Chalk, where Dawnish forces ambushed an army led by King Barius himself and caused them to retreat back across the channel. There have been many temporary ceasefires since, but every now and then the Kingdom of Vasili will launch another attack and cause the violence to erupt again.
• 80 years ago the ancient underground settlement of Titus was rediscovered by the Kingdom of Vasili. Tribesmen that were previously native to the area never went near it due to superstition. It has since grown into a prosperous mining town.
• 25 years ago the last confirmed dragon seen in the Kingdom was slain by Richard 'The Bear' Buxton. As the Kingdom has grown and it's armies become more deadly, dragons have appeared less and less. Some people say they have continued to see dragons in the mountains, the Far North and the Grey Islands, but nothing has been verified.
• 18 years ago the Northern Tribes formed an alliance under the leadership of a warrior chief named Cain. However he was assassinated from his own ranks in a very thorough and gruesome way. First he was poisoned, which sapped at his strength and stamina. Then, when he tried to make his way to a healer he was shot by six arrows. To ensure the job was finished, a man named Tanner then got in close and slit his throat. Tanner was captured and tortured, and his name has since been used as an insult among tribesman.
• Following the assassination of Cain, the tribal alliance began to crumble and quickly the Kingdom of Vasili swooped in and overtook Fort Cain, effectively ending the uprising. There has been little conflict between the tribes and the Kingdom since then because the tribes are once again scattered and do not pose a threat.

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Magic

Magic:
Magic is relatively rare in the Northern Lands, with only around 1 or 2 people in every 100 being born with gifted blood. As a rule, it is more likely to inherit magic from ones bloodline but is not always the case. A mage could have a child with no magical ability, whereas a ‘normal person’ could have a child that is a mage. A lot is still not known about magic, but it is widely accepted that magic was once far more prominent. It’s said that in ancient times there were cities far greater than the ones standing today, but that powerful mages led the world into destruction and ruin before they were almost wiped out. Indeed, even now people are suspicious of magic and have every right to be; there are always cases and stories of mages doing evil things behind closed doors.

Those with gifted blood might not ever know that they are a mage, as their powers are not easily manifested and controlled. Many only find out by accident, often because they are put in a life or death situation when they first use magic. Others might learn from parents, or come across tomes or artefacts that teach them spells. Once a mage realises their power they may be able to train and master simple energy manifestations (energy bolts) or telekinesis. Other than this, unless a mage is taught or finds tomes or artefacts, it will require years of concentration and practice before they are able to perform a wider range of spells. That said, the learning curve tends to gain momentum as the mage learns more; meaning the more powerful a mage is, the more likely they are to learn more. This tends to results in mages being either fairly harmless or very dangerous, with few in-between.

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Religion

Mainstream Religion:
Whilst there does exist various religions, cults and sets of beliefs, most people in the Northern Lands believe in either one of two religions: The Old Pantheon or The Church of Light. Over the last few decades there has been growing tensions between followers of the two, which exacerbated by a couple of particular events. In the Kingdom of Dawn worshipping the Old Pantheon has been practically outlawed, as those that do are often shunned from communities, attacked and even on some occasions killed. In the Kingdom of Vasili the tensions are not so dire, with many people trying their hardest to respect the beliefs of others, but there are still incidents and the tensions are likely to worsen as more convert to the Church.

The Old Pantheon

The Old Pantheon
This is perhaps the oldest living religion in the known world. Followers of the Pantheon tend to believe in codes of honour and strength, amongst other old beliefs and traditions. It comprises of six gods in three marriages. These are as follows:

• Lord Ruo, God of Earth, and Lady Wae, God of Water
• Lord Kai, God of Fire, and Lady Shia, God of Wind
• Lord Dorn, God of Darkness, and Lady Sol, God of Light

None of these deities are considered to be good or evil in themselves, and they are all believed to have come together to create life. Therefore they are all equal, although typically families will only really pray to one or two patron gods. Worshippers may erect their own small shrines within their home, or may visit a community shrine or temple. Community shrines are found mostly in the smaller towns and villages, and will normally consist of a statue or artefact in the centre of a town (typically by a tree or similar landmark). Temples are also found dotted around the Northern Lands, with each God having at least one temple somewhere. These temples tend to be found in solitary locations but have their own small communities of priests and priestesses. Occasionally one may come across a temple dedicated to a couple (e.g. Ruo and Wae), and these are considered to be very holy sites.

The Old Pantheon teaches three things above all else: Balance, Loyalty and Strength. These things can be interpreted and practiced in a number of ways. Balance is considered by many to mean the balance between mankind and nature, as well balance between man and woman. Loyalty is practiced by devotion to the gods, by keeping oaths, and by being loyal to ones friends and family. Strength means something different for everyone; for some people means being brave, or standing up for the weak, but to many it can simply mean being able to crush a man’s skull.

Priests of the Old Pantheon say that magic should not be feared, but rather accepted, and so will often take in those born with abilities and train them to be healers. Despite this many are still suspicious when they see magic, and there have been many events that give them reason to be.

The Church of Light

The Church of Light
The Church of Light is a relatively new religion (at least where the Northern Lands are concerned), but seems to be spreading quickly. It believes that there is only one true God, the God of Light, and that all others are demons or shams. Its followers are actually taught by some priests to be hostile towards believers in other religions, although obviously not all adopt such fanatic views. Followers of this religion have a particular disliking of Lady Sol, and call her ‘The Great Imposter’. There have been incidents recently where fanatics have desecrated temples of Sol and committed brutal crimes against her followers. As such this has given rise to some tension amongst communities.

The history of this religion is fairly unknown, although its relatively young. The Church actively seek to root out documentation of the religion, and would have people believe that the religion has always existed and been present everywhere.

Most of their teaching come from Holy Scripture, in particular a book named ‘The Word of Light’. These teachings can be perceived differently by different people, and most simply rely on their priests to give them guidance and clarity. The wiser believers of this religion do not take the teachings literally, but rather look for the truths of the messages within the text. It is said that he gave us life and that all he wishes in return is for us to love him, and to act with ‘moral fortitude’ (which yes, is a very subjective term). This mostly means that followers must regularly pray to him and only him. In extension many argue it means that they should stop others from worshipping false Gods, lest they bring down God’s wrath on everyone. In regards to ‘Moral Fortitude’, many perceive this as being kind to others, ensuring retributive justice is served, and punishing those than engage in unsavoury acts (such as pre-marital sex).

According to scripture, The Lord of Light created all existence and life in a single moment, and that he taught the first men and women right from wrong. It is said that for thousands of years mankind was peaceful and perfect, with everyone following the Lord’s teachings as they should. But then, in heaven, corruption begun to spread. It is said that the souls of the dead, simply from being in the Lord’s presence, found themselves with magical abilities. This in itself was a gift and was not a bad thing, but then a few grew greedy and foul. It is said that these few escaped heaven and went back to the mortal plane where they pretended to be gods. Overtime people began to believe in these false idols and new religions developed; and thus people grew evil and waged wars. These false gods gave their magic onto their followers so that they could create more evil. Scripture says that it is the duty of the truly faithful to stop the worshipping of these false gods, which they call demons, and to root out all magic. Fortunately believers in the North aren’t, for the most part, so fanatic and have grown to understand and respect other religions and magic.

There are no small shrines or icons in this religion, as worshippers believe that such things are too small and significant to show their affection. Instead worshippers pray at highly decorated churches and cathedrals. Churches tend to be found all over the place, but there is never more than one Cathedral a country. North of the channel in the Kingdom of Vasili there is no Cathedral, and only in Sovereign, Southarbour and Minorhold are there even churches.

Priests may either roam around as Baptists or missionaries, or run a local Church. Above the rank of priests are the Archbishops, who reside in the Cathedrals. Archbishops the religious leaders in each country and often have a tremendous amount of power and influence. The Archbishops are collectively known as the Circle of Light. The leader of the Circle of Light is The Grand Cleric, who is much akin to a pope. The Grand Cleric is voted in by the circle and resides in the Moutain Citadel, which is located in Thawn (over a thousand miles to the South-West).

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The Northern Lands

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This map does not include villages and the like, and 'uncharted' means what it says.
To give an idea of scale, it take around 7 days on foot or 2/3 days on horse to travel from the Cross Roads to Minorhold.

The Kingdom of Vasili

The Kingdom of Vasili
The Kingdom of Vasili was formed over 600 years ago when a tribal leader named Vasili conquered the neighbouring tribes and the entire South-West of the Celtobar Peninsular (everything down and left of where The Cross Roads now stand). Since then the House of Vasili has continued to expand and now arguably holds the entire Peninsular, although the various tribes to the North would probably dispute this.

More recently, under King Barius, the Kingdom has launched an aggressive attack against the Kingdom of Dawn in an attempt to expand south. The reasons for this seem somewhat unclear, but many speculate that it’s because Dawn’s lands are more fertile or because they are unwilling to share their technological advancements. Whatever the reason, it has been a mostly unsuccessful campaign and now many curse it because they are unable to flee south.

In terms of architecture, its towns and cities tend to boast grand wooden structures and halls, designed to hold as many people as possible. In the cities and forts you are likely to find strategically placed stone structures, like giant walls and strong castles. The style in many cases is somewhat Nordic, with carvings decorating the woodwork, and statues adorning the roof edges. Many houses tend to have a warm feeling to them, especially in comparison to the cold outside.

Religion in the North is mixed. Most pray to the old pantheon, although some tribes pray to variants of it. Recently many have begun following the Church of Light, but they only make up a minority of the population.

Hierarchy of the Kingdom

The yellow trim indicates positions that attend the royal court. Counts, which are typically chosen from the Royal Family, are put in charge of cities. The town watch, was acts in both a military and policing function, answers to the Count but can in curtain circumstances be led by a Commander. The rank of Commander is the highest military position in the Kingdom, and those that bear it are put in charge of entire armies. Below them are Legates that may command up to a thousand men, and below them are the Centurions, which may command up to a hundred men. At the bottom of the military are the Soldiers and the Slave Soldiers. In equal stance to the Royal Family are the Knights of the King’s Table. Rarely are people knighted in the kingdom, and those that do are branded with the King’s Sigil. Knights can have any background in theory, but often are comprised of Counts, Royals or Commanders.

The terms “King’s Table” and “Knights Table” are interchangeable and mean the same thing. This small order originally served as the King’s personal guard (and in some cases still do), but over time have come to serve more as trusted agents. The Royal Guard are now mostly responsible for protecting the King and the Giant’s Crown. The Royal Guard are chosen from long serving members of the military or Sovereigns Town Watch, with the emphasis being more on loyalty than experience.

Sovereign

Sovereign is the Capital of the Kingdom of Vasili, and is the biggest known settlement north of the channel. Its oldest building is the castle, Giant’s Crown, which was built around 300 years ago. Giant’s Crown is an intimidating site; built upon a hill, surrounded by large stone walls, it comprises of a ring of six tall spiked towers and a dome in its centre. It is covered in ancient scorch marks from a weak dragon attack, but stands strong nonetheless. The city is built up around the castle, gradually going downhill on every side. To the west is it’s harbour, once separate, which is now conjoined by hundreds of houses in between.

The quality of life varies drastically in the city, with the lords in high town (the area surrounding the keep) living comfortably within the outer stone walls, the traders and skilled persons living moderately within the palisade, and the poorest living everywhere else. Rat Town is considered the worst place in Sovereign, for it is cramped, dank and full of crime; it’s also where the majority of the refugees have tried to settle.

Rough map of Sovereign. Light green indicates farmland. Dark green indicates urban areas (housing, etc.).

Cliffton

Cliffton is a city built upon the edges of a steep sea-side cliff, thus the name. The terrain in the area is very rocky and uneven, with the feet of the mountains close by. It used to be the capital of the empire, as its geography made it generally hard to approach. As such, it is a moderately well-built city and many would argue that those living there have on average the highest quality of life of anywhere in the Kingdom. Soldiers from Cliffton are considered to be the elite (or at least the fittest) because they are vigorously trained in the mountains and are often able to buy top-notch equipment because of the mines and local craftsmen.

The Cross Roads

The Cross Roads is a large town that sits on the main roads from Sovereign, Southarbour, Minorhold and Titus. It has become somewhat of a trading hub, and many come here wishing to make riches or try one of the dozens of great pubs and inns. As well as buying most goods here, those with enough coin can purchase a variety of services from the local crime gangs (including assassinations).

Southarbour

Southarbour is the Kingdom’s largest harbour and is the centre of operations for the invasion of Dawn. Hundreds of ships are built here, and any skilled worker is likely to find themselves a job. Those that don’t can easily find themselves a job in the military. Not only is this place a hub of war, but it is also the only place in the Kingdom where slaves are legal, making this a rather a dark place to say the least. Here, criminals and the like are legally allowed to be kept as slaves for the sole purpose of ship construction or pit fighting. Those that are unlucky enough to be chosen as pit fighters are forced to battle to the death in the Ash Pit, a large man-made hole that serves as an arena. The best that Pit Fighters can hope for is an easy death, or for a military officer to buy them into the army.

Minorhold

Minorhold is a somewhat unremarkable city. Its keep is well fortified, its people fed, and no one is overly well off nor poor. It serves as a strategic point, but it is miles away from any conflict… or at least it was. Minorhold is the latest city that the plague has reached, but it appears to be holding strong.

Rough map of Sovereign. Light green indicates farmland. Dark green indicates urban areas (housing, etc.).

Titus

Titus an ancient settlement built into the side of a mountain. 90% of it is underground and it was only rediscovered about 80 years ago. Tribal people never went anywhere near it because of folklore, but since being reclaimed by the Kingdom there have been no incidents or reasons to suggest that anything foul was afoot; although why it was abandoned in the first place is still a mystery. Everything here is made of stone, which although is uncomfortable, is somewhat balanced by the fact that there are gold mines further in. The place is illuminated by candle, brazier, and glowshrooms. It is unclear whether or not it has held against the plague, but it seems unlikely.

Fort Cain

Fort Cain is a large wooden fort and military base that was seized off a tribal alliance two decades ago. It has since attracted a few traders and inn keeps, but remains a mostly militarised location. Fort Cain was abandoned when the plague was first sighted, and its army was mostly directed to Southarbour.

Tribal Settlements

Whilst tribal settlements like Boulder Town and Falkreach are known to the Kingdom, only tribal refuges will really be able to provide much detail on them. A few tribes do not even have settlements and are completely nomadic.

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The Other Northern Lands

The Kingdom of Dawn

The Kingdom of Dawn control the lands south of the Northern Channel and are currently defending themselves from the Kingdom of Vasili. In comparison to their enemy, they have just as many men but with better training and technology. They have so far been more than capable of repelling the invaders but have not attempted to launch any sort of a counter attack; only rarely will they attack a fort or harbour on the North side of the channel. Since news of the Plague has spread they have mobilised a massive fleet to rigorously protect their borders. No ships, be it a military vessel or a fishing boat, have been allowed to cross; any that try are either sunk or burned.

The current rulers are King Deximus and Queen Hayley, who jointly rule and share power. Their tradition states that no heir may ascend to the throne until they are suitably married, then they must share the control with their spouse. It is believed that Dawn is a mostly passive Kingdom, with little desire to expand. It’s also believed to be at peace with its Eastern Neighbour (The State of Florine), and is in an alliance with its southern one (The Kingdom of Thermos).

Their architecture is very similar to Byzantine architecture. They now have many Churches of Light, having fully adopted the religion; those who do not follow it are often punished and shunned from communities (although it does not hold a death sentence).

The Northern Tribes

There are around six known major tribes remaining in the North (not including the uncharted Far North), a small number in comparison to what their once was. These tribes are relatively small and have over the last century been forced to put aside their differences to hold off the expansion of the Kingdom. Technically these tribes are not at war with the Kingdom because they are not recognised as states, nor do they regularly clash swords. Over than the odd skirmish here and there, combat has been fairly absent over the last two decades (since the capturing of Fort Cain). This is all in the past though, as their lands have now been completely overrun by the blight, and many families have fled south.

Most tribes pray to variations of the Old Pantheon, and believe firmly in honour and warrior codes.

The Grey Islands

The Grey Islands are a mystery to most, as the waters surrounding them are ferocious and full of rocks; many that try to reach them crash and either die or find themselves unable to get back. It is believed that the islands are inhabited, and there are many rumours that claim that it is a place filled with mages. Some even say that dragons live there, but this seems unlikely (though not impossible).

The Far North

The Far North describes the land north of Falkreach and beyond the Icy Spine (the massive mountain range), which remains uncharted. There are many reasons that most do not venture there, but the two biggest reasons are as follows: the tribes to the North of Falkreach are incredibly barbaric and even scare the other tribes; and because the only other way involves a near impossible trek over the Icy Spine. It’s likely that these lands are mostly covered in Snow, and are probably host to many dangerous animals. Legends and folklore say that these lands are in a state of ever darkness, and that they are filled with monsters like giants and dragons.

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Currency

THIS IS ONLY A ROUGH GUIDE!
The currency in many Kingdoms is gold (and silver and bronze), with the state imposing their own seals upon their countries currency. For example in Vasili you will find gold peices with the House of Vasili crest. A coins value may slightly change from country to country depending on the quality of that country's metals (e.g. A Vasili gold coin is worth a bit more than a Wouden gold coin). Hallmarking is also a thing.

10 bronze coins = 1 silver coin.
10 silver coins = 1 gold coin.

A loaf of fresh bread will probably cost you about 5/6 bronze coins. A poor quality sword will cost around 15-20 gold pieces. A decent sword can cost in excess of 50 gold pieces. A full set of plate armour will cost you over 1000 gold pieces (although tbf plate armour is incredibly rare at this time, at least in the North). This is just a rough guide of course. Most people are willing to trade in items and favours as much as they are gold.

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Bestiary

Dragons – Dragons exist all over the world and come in many different shapes and sizes. Fortunately for the citizens of the Kingdom of Vasili, the last confirmed dragon sighting was over two decades ago. In the north they are certainly more akin to the western style ones, being large and fairly dull in terms of colour. Whilst some breathe fire, most breathe icy breath that is just as lethal. They are very solitary creatures and little is known about how they mate. Much in the same way wild animals have learned to run away from human hunters, dragons have learned to stay away from large human settlements (especially as technology as advanced). Even so, it is still strange that dragons have declined so drastically.

Dragon Subspecies

Common Ice Wyvern – The most likely species of dragon likely to be encountered in the Northern Lands, these beasts have two large wings and a single pair of strong legs. They can grow up to twenty feet in length (head to end of tail), and will use their wings to support themselves when grounded or walking. They are pale and dull coloured, with most being shades of grey, and have a collection of horns running down their head, spine and tail. Their hide is tough all over, but it can be penetrated anywhere with a decent enough thrust of a sword. They breathe an icy mist that is enough to freeze any man to death.

Common Fire Wyvern – This species of wyvern is almost identical to its ice counterpart. The only difference are that: they are ever so slightly smaller; they come in much brighter colours; they are seen more in the south (but can be seen occasionally as far north as Dawn); and they breathe fire rather than ice.

Great White – These mythical monstrosities are the things of legend. It is said that these colossal dragons reside far far in the Uncharted North and feed off smaller dragons. According to folk lore they have four legs, two wings able to block out the sun, and are five times the size of the Common Ice Wyvern. They say that their scales glisten white like pearls, and that their four eyes sparkle like diamonds. Worse still, it is said that they breathe blue fire so hot that it can melt stone.

The Aži – These wyverns inhabit the deserts to the far south. They are skinnier than their northern counterparts, yet their muscles are much stronger. They have thinner hides that are tanned and sand coloured. Their heads are much smaller but they have instead large elongated jaws with longer pointier teeth. They lack tails and their two legs sit at their back, making them more aerodynamic flyers. Their claws, on both their feet and wings, are incredibly sharp and are used to grab and tear at their victims. They tend to fly in packs of three or four, but fortunately do not breathe fire. Only the Queens, which are rare and about three times the size, breathe fire. The queens are too heavy to fly, but they can glide if need be.

Dragon Birds – Small pathetic hybrids that keep to the mountains in the south. According to folklore there was once a fire wyvern named Mualim that was weaker and more pathetic than all its kin, and could not find a mate. It is said that Mualim decided therefore to sneak into the nests of the giant eagles and fertilised the eggs, giving creation to the deformed dragon birds. These mutants are small dragons covered in both scales and feathers, which live fairly short lives. No taller than the average human, they are the least threatening race of dragons, but can still be deadly. They have weak fire breath, but can sometimes set their own feathers and skin alight.

Giant spiders – In the most rural forests one may come across networks of giant spiders. These spiders are venomous, but their poison is easily treatable; the problem is that they are likely to overpower you and eat you alive. For centuries, the military has conducted routine culls whenever giant spiders are seen near towns or villages.

Vuhkema – According to tribal folklore, dark creatures live deep below the mountains. They are said to look like spiders, but longer and thinner, with sharp black claws for arms. It is also said that their faces resemble twisted female faces, with long open jaws filled with dozens of rows of razor like teeth.

Sakomodo – Large serpents of the sea, these monsters can stretch up to 400m long and have incredibly tough hides. These serpents live in deep waters and will almost never rise above the surface. If they decide to attack the ship, they will do so from the bottom and let it slowly sink. Only three have ever been killed, and only through the use of magic. One of these was dragged back to a kingdom in the south and it is said that some of the world’s finest armour was made from the hide.

Fairies – Little sprites that are, to be blunt, little bastards. They are furry little flying things with four eyes and sharp teeth, and come in a variety of different colours. They have about as much intelligence as your average earth monkey, and thoroughly enjoy annoying humans. Whilst most people think they are harmless, the truth is that if they are able, they will kill and eat humans and other animals. They are normally only found in deep forests, and the best way to kill them is with fire.

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NPCs and the like

It is possible that the characters below aren’t even encountered in the RP, but they are likely important either to the plot or the characters in this RP. NPCs made by players will probably be added here as time goes on. Players are welcome to submit characters to add to this list.

King Barius

The ruling monarch of the Kingdom of Vasili, this 55 year old has sat on the throne for the last twenty odd years. He is a large set man whose once muscular physique has now turned soft and flabby. Although it would be harsh to call him fat, his belly certainly seems to be growing ever larger with each passing year. His hair neatly drops down to his shoulders, and his locks are now more silver than gold. He always keeps well shaven save for his white goatee. His eyes are a very light blue.

Like his father before him, he has embraced the idea that he comes from a line founded by a great warrior and has tried to carry on this legacy. As such he is the kind of King that has, on multiple occasions, personally led armies and been at the front of a charge. Fortunately since become older and fatter he has learned that the fighting is now best left to others. He is strong willed but not particularly stubborn, as he will often listen to council. In fact some argue that he relies too much on the council of others and see this as a weakness. In truth it is because he is smart enough to realise that his crown does not provide him with the answers to everything, and knows that there are many who have the wisdom that he lacks. He is a devout worshiper of the Old Pantheon but does not have a patron God.

Public support for him is somewhat mixed. Although the Kingdom has done well under his leadership, poverty in Sovereign has continued to grow, religious tensions have risen, and many criticise the invasion of Dawn.

Queen Melisa

Queen Melisa is the wife of King Barius and is younger than him by fifteen years, placing her at 40 years old. She is a princess from the Southern Country of Olobama, and is renown for her beauty. She has flawless olive skin and luscious dark hair. Despite this and the large amount of men suicidal enough to try court her, she is believed to be a loyal wife to her husband. She has little to do with the running of the Kingdom, and instead spends her time relaxing in the palace or watching after her two children.

Prince Harry Vasili

The first in line to the throne, the only Son of King Barius has just turned 17 years old. He takes after his father in most respects, but doesn’t seem to have inherited his natural skill with the blade.

General Picard Vasili

The younger brother of King Barius, General Picard is the third in line to the throne. Despite the mountain of rumours, he is loyal to his brother and has little desire to wear the crown. He is in command of the best army in the Kingdom, The 1st Legion. He is 46 years old.

Countess Bree

King Barius’ younger sister, she is the countess of Cliffton. She is believed to be one of the best rulers and the Kingdom, and some have even argued that she would be a better monarch than her brother. She is 50 years old and fourth in line to the throne. Her husband, the legendary Richard ‘The Bear’ Buxton, died some years ago but not before he had two children with her: Randolf and Katrina Buxton.

Relationships

I started with the royal family but then gave up for the time being :P

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Story so far!

Prequel

Coming Soon!

[BeanieBaggie]

yo bruh I'm down with the sickness

You got a base character sheet ya want us to use?

[Fat Boy Kyle]

yo bruh I'm down with the sickness

You got a base character sheet ya want us to use?

@BeanieBaggie

Finally, another living being! I'm so happy :')

And yes I do, please find it here > Click me.

[Torack]

Roven the Wanderer

Character Theme – Rise of Valor
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Roven is a tall individual with wide, broad shoulders, with a barreled chest, and large, thick arms from years of strenuous training and surviving almost in solitary for a large portion of his life. He has a messy blond main that goes to the mid-point of his back, with a small unkempt beard growing on his face. His eyes are stark blue that look like pits of ice, and just as cold. He wears a tattered hauberk under leather armor, wolf-fur cloak, and a worn red scarf around his neck, which he sometimes lifts up to cover the lower half of his face when the northern chill goes below freezing.

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【Full Name】
Roven Vasili

【Alias】
The Wanderer

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Sovereign

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
Nomad hunter

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【Personality】

Roven is as cold as the freezing north that he lives in. He never talks, mostly because he can't, and he is always glowering down at strangers. Having lived a harsh life has caused Roven to go nearly bereft of all his emotions, however his adopted daughter is the only one that can bring the lights of joy into his eyes. This doesn't mean that he's a rude person, he's actually quite hospitable to strangers who come by him, but he is reserved and aloof.

Along with being cold, Roven is as stubborn as a rock. If he sets his mind on something, it would take a lot to make him change his mind, and again only his daughter seems to have the capability of doing this. Some of the times. He sees that there is strength in being stubborn, he rationalizes with himself that one that changes their mind like a lone leaf at the mercy of the shifting wind, is weak of mind and heart, able to be taken over by others physically and mentally.

Above all, Roven is patient. If there's one word to describe him, it would be patience. Often people who come across him compare him to a mountain, not because of his size, but because he's stubborn, cold, and patient like a mountain wearing human flesh. This also makes him a great hunter, he can sit in one position waiting for the perfect kill for hours with barely a shift of unease if need be, having been taught the strict lesson of discipline from a young age. His patience also keeps him as a calm and collected individual, allowing him to rationalize and be a sort of pragmatic person. He believes emotions that play a role in making decisions is a sign of weakness, and keeps it out as much as possible.

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【History】
Roven was born to House Vasili, and is the nephew to King Barius. As a child, he was pampered for the first few years of his life, until his mother - King Barius's sister - decided that a pampered young man would do no good for the kingdom, and since she wanted him to be a major player in court, she began hiring the best tutors and trainers to teach him both discipline and responsibility. Those years were harsh on the young Roven. Having gone from a life of being pampered to being scolded on a nearly minute-by-minute basis was something that was hard for him to swallow at first. It wasn't until his father had a heart to heart with him, and told him that he needed to become a man, that he became more staunch and more receptive of his education and training.

Giving learning a try for once, Roven learned that he was fond of war tactics and strategy, and although at first he was weak in the subject, he had with him a tutor who was just as fond of it as he was teaching it, and he explained tactics and strategy to Roven in ways that would open his young mind, and in turn making him more clever. In the training grounds, Roven was strong and quite good with the sword, but he found he preferred the bow and arrow a lot more, even though he was horrible with it. Again Roven hit a stroke of luck as his archery master was a patient man, and often took Roven out hunting with a large party of guards close by in order to teach Roven a more authentic method of using the bow, and the lessons outside of the city proved to be far more effective in teaching him than within the training grounds. And although Roven enjoyed his adventure outside the city, the training with his mentor was brutal in order to give him the proper strength to shoot an arrow multiple times.

At the age of seventeen, Roven's mother became gravely ill, and his father died several years before after a horrific hunting accident that involved several polar bears. He stayed by his mother's side most of that time, foregoing his responsibilities in court and his lessons. It was also a time that he had gotten very close with his mother. He would spend the whole day sitting on a stool by her side, and they would talk throughout that day, and she would share stories of her younger days when she was more adventurous. It was during this time that he learned his mother used to be a high ranking officer in the army until she found out she was pregnant with him. Several months later, as she approached the gates of death, she gave him the longbow that she used in her youth as a gift. A few days later, while he was attending the funeral of his mother, King Barius offered to take him in out of respect for his sister, but Roven humbly refused, saying that he was going to go find his calling outside of the city. Although he could see the King didn't quite agree with his decision, he was glad that he didn't bring it up again.

He took a few days to say his goodbyes to his tutors, trainers, and his close friends at court. Once it was all done, he took the bow his mother had given him, a quiver of arrows and set off on his own towards other parts of the kingdom. He traveled to several cities and smaller villages, never staying in one place for more than two years, making a living off of hunting, which earned him a good amount of coin since the plague caused a decrease of food stores. Things changed for him, when at the age of twenty one, Roven met his would-be wife, Liralta, a woman belonging to the northern tribes. He had been hunting in a dense thicket when he came across a strange berry, and unbeknownst to Roven at the time, the plant was highly poisonous and entered the blood stream through the tongue. He took a few of the berries and began eating them, and after a while he began to feel sick - his head felt light and his heart was beating as if he sprinted through the kingdom. Then he passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in a strange tent, with his mouth strangely empty. And after sticking his hand in his mouth Roven realized that his tongue was missing, and stood up enraged at what the tribesmen did to him. Looking around and found a spear at the side of the tent, grabbed it and went out, rampaging through the tribe's encampment and managed to injure several of the tribesmen before he was pinned down by Liralta. She explained to him, in a broken accent that had she left the tongue inside his mouth, that the berries he ate were poisonous and had she left the tongue he would have died. He didn't like what he heard, but he accepted it nonetheless. Then after something that sounded like snarling and snapping, the tribesmen turned away from Roven and went about their business, but they made sure to go out of their way to glower at him or insult him in their strange language whenever they came across him.

He spent several years among them and although he could no longer speak, he learned to understand their strange language and lived amongst them, hunting in the woods with Liralta for game to feed the tribe. Eventually, the tribesmen came to accept Roven, some even befriending him, and he married Liralta. Roven recalls those years as the years that shaped him into the man he was. The tribesmen were harsh, rough, and nothing like civilized people. Living in the open at the mercy of nature made them tough and hardy, and it rubbed off on him. Once while in a cave with Liralta during a particular nasty blizzard, he heard a cry coming from the snowstorm, but he passed it off as only the wind. Then it came again, closer, and it sounded like a child. Liralta stood and went into the blizzard, despite his protests, and he followed her. There they found an injured young girl no more than nine years old. They brought her in with them to the cave, and Liralta tried her best to nurse the young girl back to health.

It took several days for the blizzard to pass, and when it did, they took the girl back to the tribe where they gave her to the shaman to be healed properly. While the girl was being healed, Liralta brought up the topic of adopting her since she was barren and incapable of conceiving. Roven, although liking the idea, was on the fence because the girl might have had parents of her own. When they found out her parents were killed by those infected from the plague, they adopted her.

Then the plague hit. From Falkreath they said, and hit them particularly hard. Roven was in his tent with his family when four infected attacked them, two going for, Evelyn, their daughter. Both stood, their parental instincts overtaking them, and he watched as Liralta jumped on an infected with nothing but a small dagger, and he watched horrified as two more came through the tent flap and bit into her back, causing her to fall from the infected she was on. He made to protect his wife and child but he realized two were on his flank, and while he was fighting them with a small axe, he watched horrified as the infected overtook his wife, eating her flesh right off her bones. Wrought with grief and anger, Roven went for his greatsword and killed most of the infected, leaving one which was on top of his daughter, trying to bite her neck. Then he watched as Evelyn turned into an eagle and flew off in a flurry of feathers. Both he and the infected creature were stunned for a moment, until Roven shook himself and killed the thing while it looked dumbly at its empty hands.

Immediately after killing the creature, he ran out of the tent and found his daughter in the snow a few yards away, her face white and fearful. He brought her back in and after a few silent hours, they buried Liralta where she died, leaving a small rock to mark her grave, burned what was left of the infected, and left, Roven taking the red scarf his late wife wore around his neck. The following morning, he found that most of the tribe had been infected and had ran off, only the shaman and a few other warriors remaining. They told him they would be heading to a sister tribe and that he should go with them, but he refused, saying he was going back to Sovereign to fight the plague. Then the shaman offered to travel with them after explaining that she saw Evelyn turn into a bird. He agreed, and as they traveled back to his home, the shaman taught his daughter how to master her shape shifting and take control of it. Once she was adept enough the shaman turned into a giant white bear and left them, opting to live a solitary life until the plague had ended.

During their travels into the outlying cities of the kingdom, Roven heard that his uncle was gathering a team to fight the plague at the Cross Roads, and seeing his opportunity to rid the world of the blight, he headed for the major town.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Roven is a master with the long bow. He can draw and release, then draw again within the span of a couple of seconds. Years of training and hunting have been his master, and living in the wilds have honed his muscles to the peak of his physical abilities, allowing him feats that would raise eyebrows. He is also well trained in how to use the greatsword, although he admits to himself that he isn't as good as he should be, but he knows in a fight, he can hold himself and if not attack, then at least defend himself well enough from getting killed. Along with these two is his brute strength. Roven is a large man, hard to miss, and his muscles are as solid as rock with strength to match his size, and rigorous self discipline have given him feats of strength that would be considered by some impossible.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
- Ornate Long Bow.
- Greatsword.
- Quiver of arrows.
- A small pack stuffed with gauze and alcohol.

Magical Spells
Roven personally doesn't possess any magical abilities, but his adopted daughter, Evelyn does, and she's able to shape-shift into an eagle for a short time. Although taught by the shaman of her tribe, she isn't as adept as she would like to be and hopes to find a tome or book detailing more about the magic.

Guess what I like

I like your milkshakes

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Roven the Wanderer

Character Theme – Rise of Valor
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Roven is a tall individual with wide, broad shoulders, with a barreled chest, and large, thick arms from years of strenuous training and surviving almost in solitary for a large portion of his life. He has a messy blond main that goes to the mid-point of his back, with a small unkempt beard growing on his face. His eyes are stark blue that look like pits of ice, and just as cold. He wears a tattered hauberk under leather armor, wolf-fur cloak, and a worn red scarf around his neck, which he sometimes lifts up to cover the lower half of his face when the northern chill goes below freezing.

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【Full Name】
Roven Vasili

【Alias】
The Wanderer

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Sovereign

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
Nomad hunter

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【Personality】

Roven is as cold as the freezing north that he lives in. He never talks, mostly because he can't, and he is always glowering down at strangers. Having lived a harsh life has caused Roven to go nearly bereft of all his emotions, however his adopted daughter is the only one that can bring the lights of joy into his eyes. This doesn't mean that he's a rude person, he's actually quite hospitable to strangers who come by him, but he is reserved and aloof.

Along with being cold, Roven is as stubborn as a rock. If he sets his mind on something, it would take a lot to make him change his mind, and again only his daughter seems to have the capability of doing this. Some of the times. He sees that there is strength in being stubborn, he rationalizes with himself that one that changes their mind like a lone leaf at the mercy of the shifting wind, is weak of mind and heart, able to be taken over by others physically and mentally.

Above all, Roven is patient. If there's one word to describe him, it would be patience. Often people who come across him compare him to a mountain, not because of his size, but because he's stubborn, cold, and patient like a mountain wearing human flesh. This also makes him a great hunter, he can sit in one position waiting for the perfect kill for hours with barely a shift of unease if need be, having been taught the strict lesson of discipline from a young age. His patience also keeps him as a calm and collected individual, allowing him to rationalize and be a sort of pragmatic person. He believes emotions that play a role in making decisions is a sign of weakness, and keeps it out as much as possible.

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【History】
Roven was born to House Vasili, and is the nephew to King Barius. As a child, he was pampered for the first few years of his life, until his mother - King Barius's sister - decided that a pampered young man would do no good for the kingdom, and since she wanted him to be a major player in court, she began hiring the best tutors and trainers to teach him both discipline and responsibility. Those years were harsh on the young Roven. Having gone from a life of being pampered to being scolded on a nearly minute-by-minute basis was something that was hard for him to swallow at first. It wasn't until his father had a heart to heart with him, and told him that he needed to become a man, that he became more staunch and more receptive of his education and training.

Giving learning a try for once, Roven learned that he was fond of war tactics and strategy, and although at first he was weak in the subject, he had with him a tutor who was just as fond of it as he was teaching it, and he explained tactics and strategy to Roven in ways that would open his young mind, and in turn making him more clever. In the training grounds, Roven was strong and quite good with the sword, but he found he preferred the bow and arrow a lot more, even though he was horrible with it. Again Roven hit a stroke of luck as his archery master was a patient man, and often took Roven out hunting with a large party of guards close by in order to teach Roven a more authentic method of using the bow. However this only lasted for half a year until they came upon a rather large group of the infected. Although, unharmed, Roven was shaken by the experience, and half of the guards were either killed by the plague-infected men or killed before they could turn. Afterwards, he was confined from leaving beyond High Town, which he agreed with fully.

At the age of seventeen, Roven's mother became gravely ill, and his father had been killed by his guards several years before after accidentally drinking contaminated water. He stayed by his mother's side most of that time, foregoing his responsibilities in court and his lessons. It was also a time that he had gotten very close with his mother. He would spend the whole day sitting on a stool by her side, and they would talk throughout that day, and she would share stories of her younger days when she was more adventurous. It was during this time that he learned his mother used to be a high ranking officer in the army until she found out she was pregnant with him. Several months later, as she approached the gates of death, she gave him the longbow that she used in her youth as a gift. A few days later, while he was attending the funeral of his mother, King Barius offered to take him in out of respect for his sister, but Roven humbly refused, saying that he was going to go find his calling outside of the city. Although he could see the King didn't quite agree with his decision, he was glad that he didn't bring it up again.

He took a few days to say his goodbyes to his tutors, trainers, and his close friends at court. Once it was all done, he took the bow his mother had given him, a quiver of arrows and set off on his own towards other parts of the kingdom. He traveled to several cities and smaller villages, never staying in one place for more than two years, making a living off of hunting, which earned him a good amount of coin since the plague caused a decrease of food stores. Things changed for him, when at the age of twenty one, Roven met his would-be wife, Liralta, a woman belonging to the northern tribes. He had been hunting in a dense thicket when he was ambushed by a group of recently infected individuals and one of them managed to bite his tongue after lunging at him randomly, tearing a small piece off from it. Confused and dazed, he tried to escape, but found himself surrounded, until a woman came seemingly from out of nowhere and took down the infected with ease, lopping their heads off and dancing through them like a stage actress with her axe and dagger.

Once she was done killing the infected, she went over to him, pulled his tongue from his mouth and cut it out of his mouth before he could do anything. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange tent, with his mouth strangely empty. He then realized that his tongue was missing, and stood up enraged at what the tribesmen did to him. Looking around and found a spear at the side of the tent, grabbed it and went out, rampaging through the tribe's encampement and managed to injure several of the tribesmen before he was pinned down by Liralta. She explained to him, in a broken accent that had she left the tongue inside his mouth, he would have become infected and he would have lost all hope of a cure. He didn't like what he heard, but he accepted it nonetheless. Then after something that sounded like snarling and snapping, the tribesmen turned away from Roven and went about their business, but they made sure to go out of their way to glower at him or insult him in their strange language whenever they came across him.

He spent several years among them and although he could no longer speak, he learned to understand their strange language and lived amongst them, hunting in the woods with Liralta for game to feed the tribe. Eventually, the tribesmen came to accept Roven, some even befriending him, and he married Liralta. Roven recalls those years as the years that shaped him into the man he was. The tribesmen were harsh, rough, and nothing like civilized people. Living in the open at the mercy of nature made them tough and hardy, and it rubbed off on him. Once while in a cave with Liralta during a particular nasty blizzard, he heard a cry coming from the snowstorm, but he passed it off as only the wind. Then it came again, closer, and it sounded like a child. Liralta stood and went into the blizzard, despite his protests, and he followed her. There they found an injured young girl no more than nine years old. They brought her in with them to the cave, and Liralta tried her best to nurse the young girl back to health.

It took several days for the blizzard to pass, and when it did, they took the girl back to the tribe where they gave her to the shaman to be healed properly. While the girl was being healed, Liralta brought up the topic of adopting her since she was barren and incapable of conceiving. Roven, although liking the idea, was on the fence because the girl might have had parents of her own. When they found out her parents were killed by those infected from the plague, they adopted her.

Then the plague hit the tribe, and it hit hard. Roven was in his tent with his family when four infected attacked them, two going for, Evelyn, their daughter. Both stood, their parental instincts overtaking them, and he watched as Liralta jumped on an infected with nothing but a small dagger, and he watched horrified as two more came through the tent flap and bit into her back, causing her to fall from the infected she was on. He made to protect his wife and child but he realized two were on his flank, and while he was fighting them with a small axe, he watched horrified as the infected overtook his wife, eating her flesh right off her bones. Wrought with grief and anger, Roven went for his greatsword and killed most of the infected, leaving one which was on top of his daughter, trying to bite her neck. Then he watched as Evelyn turned into an eagle and flew off in a flurry of feathers. Both he and the infected creature were stunned for a moment, until Roven shook himself and killed the thing while it looked dumbly at its empty hands.

Immediately after killing the creature, he ran out of the tent and found his daughter in the snow a few yards away, her face white and fearful. He brought her back in and after a few silent hours, they buried Liralta where she died, leaving a small rock to mark her grave, burned what was left of the infected, and left, Roven taking the red scarf his late wife wore around his neck. The following morning, he found that most of the tribe had been infected and had ran off, only the shaman and a few other warriors remaining. They told him they would be heading to a sister tribe and that he should go with them, but he refused, saying he was going back to Sovereign to fight the plague. Then the shaman offered to travel with them after explaining that she saw Evelyn turn into a bird. He agreed, and as they traveled back to his home, the shaman taught his daughter how to master her shape shifting and take control of it. Once she was adept enough the shaman turned into a giant white bear and left them, opting to live a solitary life until the plague had ended.

During their travels into the outlying cities of the kingdom, Roven heard that his uncle was gathering a team to fight the plague at the Cross Roads, and seeing his opportunity to rid the world of the blight, he headed for the major town.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Roven is a master with the long bow. He can draw and release, then draw again within the span of a couple of seconds. Years of training and hunting have been his master, and living in the wilds have honed his muscles to the peak of his physical abilities, allowing him feats that would raise eyebrows. He is also well trained in how to use the greatsword, although he admits to himself that he isn't as good as he should be, but he knows in a fight, he can hold himself and if not attack, then at least defend himself well enough from getting killed. Along with these two is his brute strength. Roven is a large man, hard to miss, and his muscles are as solid as rock with strength to match his size, and rigorous self discipline have given him feats of strength that would be considered by some impossible.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
- Ornate Long Bow.
- Greatsword.
- Quiver of arrows.
- A small pack stuffed with gauze and alcohol.

Magical Spells
Roven personally doesn't possess any magical abilities, but his adopted daughter, Evelyn does, and she's able to shape-shift into an eagle for a short time. Although taught by the shaman of her tribe, she isn't as adept as she would like to be and hopes to find a tome or book detailing more about the magic.

@Torack

Awesome character, and you have a really decent standard of writing. However there are unfortunately a couple of issues regarding the timeline; the infection is a very recent thing, and was only spotted seven weeks ago. This isn't your fault, its mine, as I forgot to include that piece of information in the details. So massive apologies!

Also, the investigation team (The Consano) will be restricted number wise simply because of resources. There would have to be a good reason for Sir Chester and Lady Buxton to allow your character's daughter to come along. If you can think of a decent reason that would convince me, then let me know and get working on a short CS for her. I wouldn't expect a big CS for her because her history is mostly included in Roven's, but just let us know a bit more about her appearance, personality, abilities, etc.

I hope this doesn't put you off! I've also added a bit more detail about the plague, as well as some info about hierarchy in the Kingdom.

[Torack]

@Fat Boy Kyle

The plague appearance is no problem, I can fix it! Also, my character has a really good reason why he needs his daughter around. She's the one that speaks for him since she's the only living person that can understand how to translate his glowering looks and grunts into words. Since he doesn't have a tongue and all that, innit.

[Torack]

Evelyn

Character Theme – A Child's Wish
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Character description

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【Full Name】
Evelyn Vasili

【Alias】
N/A

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
13

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Falkreath

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
N/A

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【Personality】

Evelyn is the type of person who always sees the good in everything. No matter if her day was turns out to be horrible or harsh, as it has a knack to do, she always reminds herself that something good happened that day, and she always finds something good to mention to herself, or to her father. Although he doesn't much share in her optimism.

Having lived with the tribesmen and her father in particular has taught her the importance of self confidence, and because of that she is quite confident in her self and a little loud. From the way she looks, one would assume she was a shy little girl, and that's usually what Evelyn wants people to think so she can surprise them and play a joke on them in her own little way. She laughs easily, she talks a lot, and she's very curious about the world around her.

Because she traveled a lot with her father, she got to see very different towns, villages, and bits of nature. And the traveling only increased her in her curiosity of the world she lives in, and her father is always willing to help her understand what a particular tree or plant is, which is more fuel to the burning she has to set out one day on her own.

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【History】
Evelyn doesn't remember much of her past. She recalls bits and pieces like broken paintings on shattered glass. She remembers she was born in Falkreath and she was living alone with her mother, then they set out to go elsewhere, and that's as far as she remembers. Then she recalls how she woke up in the middle of a blizzard and a strange lady came up to her and a large, rather scary man behind her. She wanted to protest as they picked her up from the snow, but she was too weak to do anything more than whimper from a broken leg.

They nursed her back to health at the tribe's encampment and once she told them that she feared that her mother died in the blizzard, they adopted her. She was reluctant at first, but she grew into it, her new mother was loving, caring, and strong, while her knew father was strange, she felt apprehensive towards him because he never spoke and always grunted and looked like he was going to beat something to death. Her foster mother realized her fears and explained to her that Roven had lost his tongue in an accident and can no longer talk, and she then began teaching her how to understand his particular grunts and what certain looks meant, and how he used both to form sentences.

She lived with both of them for several more years until strange men attacked their tent and killed her mother, and nearly killed her until she spontaneously turned into an eagle. She landed a few yards from the tent and the experience left her stunned and scared. A few seconds later her father came out with his large sword and carried her back inside. She watched with tears in her eyes as Roven wept profusely at Liralta's side. He stopped crying after several hours and spent a few moments of silence before burying her and taking her favorite scarf. When they burned the rest of the strange cannibals they left the tent, where she learned under the shaman how to master her eagle form and turn into it at will, and maintain it for a period of time.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Evelyn is a good healer, her mother taught her how to do simplistic first aid and the shaman taught her a little more about herbal medicine during their travels. She also has eyes that are far superior than normal people and can see quite far, making her an ideal scout.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Her father only allows her to carry a small dagger.

Magical Spells
Evelyn can turn into an eagle for a short period of time, and in this state, her eyes are even more enhanced than they usually are. While traveling with her father, she would often turn into an eagle as practice, and scout ahead to see if there was any of the strange cannibals near them.

[Partisan]

I'm rather interested. Are you willing to take me in?

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Evelyn

Character Theme – A Child's Wish
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Character description

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【Full Name】
Evelyn Vasili

【Alias】
N/A

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
13

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Falkreath

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
N/A

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【Personality】

Evelyn is the type of person who always sees the good in everything. No matter if her day was turns out to be horrible or harsh, as it has a knack to do, she always reminds herself that something good happened that day, and she always finds something good to mention to herself, or to her father. Although he doesn't much share in her optimism.

Having lived with the tribesmen and her father in particular has taught her the importance of self confidence, and because of that she is quite confident in her self and a little loud. From the way she looks, one would assume she was a shy little girl, and that's usually what Evelyn wants people to think so she can surprise them and play a joke on them in her own little way. She laughs easily, she talks a lot, and she's very curious about the world around her.

Because she traveled a lot with her father, she got to see very different towns, villages, and bits of nature. And the traveling only increased her in her curiosity of the world she lives in, and her father is always willing to help her understand what a particular tree or plant is, which is more fuel to the burning she has to set out one day on her own.

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【History】
Evelyn doesn't remember much of her past. She recalls bits and pieces like broken paintings on shattered glass. She remembers she was born in Falkreath and she was living alone with her mother, then they set out to go elsewhere, and that's as far as she remembers. Then she recalls how she woke up in the middle of a blizzard and a strange lady came up to her and a large, rather scary man behind her. She wanted to protest as they picked her up from the snow, but she was too weak to do anything more than whimper from a broken leg.

They nursed her back to health at the tribe's encampment and once she told them that she feared that her mother died in the blizzard, they adopted her. She was reluctant at first, but she grew into it, her new mother was loving, caring, and strong, while her knew father was strange, she felt apprehensive towards him because he never spoke and always grunted and looked like he was going to beat something to death. Her foster mother realized her fears and explained to her that Roven had lost his tongue in an accident and can no longer talk, and she then began teaching her how to understand his particular grunts and what certain looks meant, and how he used both to form sentences.

She lived with both of them for several more years until strange men attacked their tent and killed her mother, and nearly killed her until she spontaneously turned into an eagle. She landed a few yards from the tent and the experience left her stunned and scared. A few seconds later her father came out with his large sword and carried her back inside. She watched with tears in her eyes as Roven wept profusely at Liralta's side. He stopped crying after several hours and spent a few moments of silence before burying her and taking her favorite scarf. When they burned the rest of the strange cannibals they left the tent, where she learned under the shaman how to master her eagle form and turn into it at will, and maintain it for a period of time.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Evelyn is a good healer, her mother taught her how to do simplistic first aid and the shaman taught her a little more about herbal medicine during their travels. She also has eyes that are far superior than normal people and can see quite far, making her an ideal scout.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Her father only allows her to carry a small dagger.

Magical Spells
Evelyn can turn into an eagle for a short period of time, and in this state, her eyes are even more enhanced than they usually are. While traveling with her father, she would often turn into an eagle as practice, and scout ahead to see if there was any of the strange cannibals near them.

@Torack

Accepted. Please add the characters to the CS List!

I'm rather interested. Are you willing to take me in?

@Partisan

Depends on your CS :P

[Partisan]

I'll get started then. I see you have your CS skeleton in a titanpad, just wondering if you know you can just put it here (incluis the code?)

[Partisan]

Gawain Rochilde

Character Theme – Wanderer's Lullaby
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Gawain is a remarkable man, in that he is part dressed for battle, part dressed for a feast in an inn. Adding to the remarkability is his nose ring, which is rather large, and the three dots on his forehead. He has no remarkably muscled body, but it is apparent that he is fit and agile, both in way of moving and in looks. He has a characteristical look and those who have seen him are unlikely to forget him - both a boon and a blessing. His hair is slicked back using some sort of thick, oily substance, after which he puts on a linnen tie to keep his hair out of his face. His beard seems well maintained, though he is hardly ever seen maintaining it himself. Gawain's eyes are a dark blue, and although dark it can be seen clearly that they are blue indeed. He has some freckles on his nose and cheeks, but his characteristics end about there.

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【Full Name】
Gawain Rochilde

【Alias】
the Wonderman

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Minorhold, near the North gate in a wooden shack.

【Nation/Allegiance】
the Kingdom of Vasili, and to an extent the church of light.

【Profession】
Priest turned warrior-ish.

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【Personality】

Gawain walks with a steady stride, prideful in what he does and his position in life. He is a serious kind of guy, but doesn't mind a joke here or there. That being said he's not particularily funny himself, so don't expect any of those jokes from him. He'll just laugh along as they come. Furthermore he is a man that believes very strongly, although he sometimes is not entirely sure what he believes in. Because of that he is rather tolerant for a baptist, and quite accepting of those who follow the old pantheon. After all, he sometimes reverts back to them as well when he isn't certain. In his words: 'Better to pray to all gods, than pray to the wrong one.'

Gawain can be rather impatient at times, a leftover from his children years, something that didn't get smacked out with the rod enough and now feasts upon Gawains' virtues. Or not. Whatever the church makes you believe, being patient is simply not something that can be taught, and Gawain realises this full well. He's just embraced it as part of his personality and hasn't made any attempts at becoming more patient. It probably wouldn't work either way.

His role as a baptist before the Black Blood Plague means he can be compassionate, humble and empathetic, friendly as well. As such he can not only be a religious leader to some, but also a good friend. He enjoys company and conversations, and is one of those people who doesn't mind sitting by a fire waiting for hours for someone to finish speaking. He'll never grumble a word about missing sleep and rather sees this as a good opportunity to learn from others what their ideas and motives are in life.

But then again, what does this really mean when there's a plague turning people into cannibals? Such plagues can do strange things to people, and their personalities.

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【History】
Gawain was born in Minorhold, in a wooden shack near the Northern gate. That is all rather inconspicuous and humble for a family of five whom all worked the fields. They were all followers of the old pantheon, until dad converted after listening to a preacher of the Church of Light. Ofcourse, in these times, it was custom that the father led the family and in such case the entire family converted, whether they were actually followers of the faith or not. In Gawain's case, he was still very young when dad converted, barely 4. As such he was brought up with the Church of Light, and never knew the Old Pantheon except from what he heard occasionally.

The family was simple, father, Gawain and his older brother Jonas worked the fields while mother and Gawain's younger sister Alysa worked on household chores, and occasionally fixing clothes for people in need of it. It was a humble life, very much so, but with a humble life comes humble people. When Gawain came of age, he chose to not follow in the footsteps of his elder brother Jonas, who by this time had enlisted for service and was sent off to fort Cain. Instead, he humbly chose to serve the God of Light. In the meantime, he was also interested in the Old Pantheon. Ofcourse he was, it had always been a great mystery to him. Father had never spoken to him about it and Jonas had only ushered whispered words, old tales of gods and godesses. Realizing that a good priest should also know the counterparts of his religion, he sought out wise men that could tell of the Old Pantheon. This turned out to be a mistake for him, personally, as he didn't know which faith was the right one.

Deciding that his family would be dishonored if he quit helping in the church and studying to be a priest, he continued the studies anyway. The time was turbulent for him since he was torn up between two faiths, not an easy decision for anyone to make. That, and having just discovered girls.. well, let's just say he got more than enough trouble from the priests that taught him. He learnt valuable lessons, most importantly when to keep your damn mouth shut about what you did last night. Never the less the time came when an older priest died, and a new one was chosen from the rank of the pupils.

When Gawain's time to serve the God of Light came, he was already 25, and had lost interests in becoming a priest with permanent residence in the Minorhold. His father had long since lost faith in the teachings of the God of Light, and reverted to the old gods, something every other family member had done a long time before. To Gawain this was a sign that he shouldn't stick around and do what was expected of him. Rather than becoming a priest, he thanked them for the offer but instead became a baptist. Because there were not many men and women in Minorhold that wished to convert (conversion spree had happened when the church first made it entry, and that had long since passed), he chose instead to wander to where ever there was most need of a baptist. This took him to a great many places, including the South before they started controlling entry so vigorously. And although, due to the ongoing war, the South was not at friendly term with Northerners such as Gawain, his (apparent) faith in the church of Light led to some people opening up to him. He learned here that Southerners are just Northerners with a funny accent and a different king.

As he came back from his travels he discovered he had been just in time - the Southerners were now restricting access. And by restricting, they meant burn and sink everything that resembled a ship. Well, there was one benefit to this: the Southerners probably wouldn't mount an invasion. Who wants to invade a disease riddled country. However it led to more problems for Gawain. He made his way back to Minorhold, slowly as he didn't exactly own a horse until much later. And then, when he arrived, it turned out he could pretty much turn around and ride for the Crossroads. The city had been hit by the plague, and Gawains family was cut down because of it. It is unknown if they were victim to the plague, or were attacked simply because some scared peasant felt like they were infected. Regardless, Gawain buried them all except for Alysa, who seemed to have escaped a cruel fate, or had perhaps wandered into an even worse fate. Her position remains unknown to Gawain, and rather than toiling endlessly over it, and wager his life trying to find her further North, he has just told himself that she's dead. Atleast then he can find peace within himself. As soon as he heard of the call for investigators of this plague, he realised that being a priest in these times was probably not very fulfilling. He took a horse from somewhere, said a quick prayer to both the old gods and the new god asking for forgiveness for stealing a horse, then rode his 27 year old behind to the Crossroads, hoping to offer the Consano some assistance, as he was humble enough to realise that he would most likely not get picked. But even the Consano can use some assistance, he estimated.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Gawain is unhandy with his sword. He only knows that the pointy end stabs, and the sharp ends slice. You would do best not to ask how many times he found out about this himself. The good part is: he owns a sword, at least.
Besides that, he is one of the youngest religious figures around, and probably also one of the few that is willing to join the Consano. Whether you like it or not, religious people can be a boon in a group as they often have skills not many others have: they have religious knowledge, know tales of old (and new), and can offer people consolation and friendship in dark times.

Oh, and a priest knows how to bury people. Even the (un)dead deserve a proper burial. For those of the Old Pantheon a pyre can be lit, though you'll have to forgive him for not knowing any chants of the Old Pantheon.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Gawain owns a two handed sword that he keeps on his back. Besides that, nothing as of yet.

Let me know if it's good, if there are issues and/or if you have feedback! Don't be afraid to flatout deny me if you think it's not good enough. ^^

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Gawain Rochilde

Character Theme – Wanderer's Lullaby
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Gawain is a remarkable man, in that he is part dressed for battle, part dressed for a feast in an inn. Adding to the remarkability is his nose ring, which is rather large, and the three dots on his forehead. He has no remarkably muscled body, but it is apparent that he is fit and agile, both in way of moving and in looks. He has a characteristical look and those who have seen him are unlikely to forget him - both a boon and a blessing. His hair is slicked back using some sort of thick, oily substance, after which he puts on a linnen tie to keep his hair out of his face. His beard seems well maintained, though he is hardly ever seen maintaining it himself. Gawain's eyes are a dark blue, and although dark it can be seen clearly that they are blue indeed. He has some freckles on his nose and cheeks, but his characteristics end about there.

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【Full Name】
Gawain Rochilde

【Alias】
the Wonderman

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Minorhold, near the North gate in a wooden shack.

【Nation/Allegiance】
the Kingdom of Vasili, and to an extent the church of light.

【Profession】
Priest turned warrior-ish.

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【Personality】

Gawain walks with a steady stride, prideful in what he does and his position in life. He is a serious kind of guy, but doesn't mind a joke here or there. That being said he's not particularily funny himself, so don't expect any of those jokes from him. He'll just laugh along as they come. Furthermore he is a man that believes very strongly, although he sometimes is not entirely sure what he believes in. Because of that he is rather tolerant for a baptist, and quite accepting of those who follow the old pantheon. After all, he sometimes reverts back to them as well when he isn't certain. In his words: 'Better to pray to all gods, than pray to the wrong one.'

Gawain can be rather impatient at times, a leftover from his children years, something that didn't get smacked out with the rod enough and now feasts upon Gawains' virtues. Or not. Whatever the church makes you believe, being patient is simply not something that can be taught, and Gawain realises this full well. He's just embraced it as part of his personality and hasn't made any attempts at becoming more patient. It probably wouldn't work either way.

His role as a baptist before the Black Blood Plague means he can be compassionate, humble and empathetic, friendly as well. As such he can not only be a religious leader to some, but also a good friend. He enjoys company and conversations, and is one of those people who doesn't mind sitting by a fire waiting for hours for someone to finish speaking. He'll never grumble a word about missing sleep and rather sees this as a good opportunity to learn from others what their ideas and motives are in life.

But then again, what does this really mean when there's a plague turning people into cannibals? Such plagues can do strange things to people, and their personalities.

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【History】
Gawain was born in Minorhold, in a wooden shack near the Northern gate. That is all rather inconspicuous and humble for a family of five whom all worked the fields. They were all followers of the old pantheon, until dad converted after listening to a preacher of the Church of Light. Ofcourse, in these times, it was custom that the father led the family and in such case the entire family converted, whether they were actually followers of the faith or not. In Gawain's case, he was still very young when dad converted, barely 4. As such he was brought up with the Church of Light, and never knew the Old Pantheon except from what he heard occasionally.

The family was simple, father, Gawain and his older brother Jonas worked the fields while mother and Gawain's younger sister Alysa worked on household chores, and occasionally fixing clothes for people in need of it. It was a humble life, very much so, but with a humble life comes humble people. When Gawain came of age, he chose to not follow in the footsteps of his elder brother Jonas, who by this time had enlisted for service and was sent off to fort Cain. Instead, he humbly chose to serve the God of Light. In the meantime, he was also interested in the Old Pantheon. Ofcourse he was, it had always been a great mystery to him. Father had never spoken to him about it and Jonas had only ushered whispered words, old tales of gods and godesses. Realizing that a good priest should also know the counterparts of his religion, he sought out wise men that could tell of the Old Pantheon. This turned out to be a mistake for him, personally, as he didn't know which faith was the right one.

Deciding that his family would be dishonored if he quit helping in the church and studying to be a priest, he continued the studies anyway. The time was turbulent for him since he was torn up between two faiths, not an easy decision for anyone to make. That, and having just discovered girls.. well, let's just say he got more than enough trouble from the priests that taught him. He learnt valuable lessons, most importantly when to keep your damn mouth shut about what you did last night. Never the less the time came when an older priest died, and a new one was chosen from the rank of the pupils.

When Gawain's time to serve the God of Light came, he was already 25, and had lost interests in becoming a priest with permanent residence in the Minorhold. His father had long since lost faith in the teachings of the God of Light, and reverted to the old gods, something every other family member had done a long time before. To Gawain this was a sign that he shouldn't stick around and do what was expected of him. Rather than becoming a priest, he thanked them for the offer but instead became a baptist. Because there were not many men and women in Minorhold that wished to convert (conversion spree had happened when the church first made it entry, and that had long since passed), he chose instead to wander to where ever there was most need of a baptist. This took him to a great many places, including the South before they started controlling entry so vigorously. And although, due to the ongoing war, the South was not at friendly term with Northerners such as Gawain, his (apparent) faith in the church of Light led to some people opening up to him. He learned here that Southerners are just Northerners with a funny accent and a different king.

As he came back from his travels he discovered he had been just in time - the Southerners were now restricting access. And by restricting, they meant burn and sink everything that resembled a ship. Well, there was one benefit to this: the Southerners probably wouldn't mount an invasion. Who wants to invade a disease riddled country. However it led to more problems for Gawain. He made his way back to Minorhold, slowly as he didn't exactly own a horse until much later. And then, when he arrived, it turned out he could pretty much turn around and ride for the Crossroads. The city had been hit by the plague, and Gawains family was cut down because of it. It is unknown if they were victim to the plague, or were attacked simply because some scared peasant felt like they were infected. Regardless, Gawain buried them all except for Alysa, who seemed to have escaped a cruel fate, or had perhaps wandered into an even worse fate. Her position remains unknown to Gawain, and rather than toiling endlessly over it, and wager his life trying to find her further North, he has just told himself that she's dead. Atleast then he can find peace within himself. As soon as he heard of the call for investigators of this plague, he realised that being a priest in these times was probably not very fulfilling. He took a horse from somewhere, said a quick prayer to both the old gods and the new god asking for forgiveness for stealing a horse, then rode his 27 year old behind to the Crossroads, hoping to offer the Consano some assistance, as he was humble enough to realise that he would most likely not get picked. But even the Consano can use some assistance, he estimated.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Gawain is unhandy with his sword. He only knows that the pointy end stabs, and the sharp ends slice. You would do best not to ask how many times he found out about this himself. The good part is: he owns a sword, at least.
Besides that, he is one of the youngest religious figures around, and probably also one of the few that is willing to join the Consano. Whether you like it or not, religious people can be a boon in a group as they often have skills not many others have: they have religious knowledge, know tales of old (and new), and can offer people consolation and friendship in dark times.

Oh, and a priest knows how to bury people. Even the (un)dead deserve a proper burial. For those of the Old Pantheon a pyre can be lit, though you'll have to forgive him for not knowing any chants of the Old Pantheon.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Gawain owns a two handed sword that he keeps on his back. Besides that, nothing as of yet.

Let me know if it's good, if there are issues and/or if you have feedback! Don't be afraid to flatout deny me if you think it's not good enough. ^^

@Partisan

Much to my annoyance, I am unable to find a single thing to bitch about. Accepted! I noticed you added some details about the religion which I didn't say,but I actually think that's a positive thing; I'm happy for players to add lore and such, and I'll try my best not to hinder your creativity. If anyone happens to say something that is against the existing lore/timeline/etc. I'll point it out,but don't let it deter you.

[Partisan]

I'll add him to the character bin and add the URL to my signature then. :)

[bakugou]

I'll have a CS up before the night is through.

EDIT: Make that tomorrow morning.

[The Roman07]

Any objections to a Ship captain/Smuggler?

[Fat Boy Kyle]

I'll have a CS up before the night is through.

EDIT: Make that tomorrow morning.

@bakugou

No problemo

Any objections to a Ship captain/Smuggler?

@The Roman07

None spring to mind

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So you all know, I'm in no immediate rush to start. The sooner the better of course, but I want to give people ample time to join. As for RP pacing, if there's one thing I've learnt it is that RPs continue to live because the players are patient and continue to post even after weeks of inactivity, not because players post regularly. Never think of an Rp as dead, just think of it as quiet!

[Denalz]

Strongly considering adding a CS. I love this particular concept. I've never written from a female character POV, but I'm considering giving it a shot. Are we looking for a specific male to female ratio in this group?

[Partisan]

We should be able to pair up for the love making scenario's.

Just kidding, I have no clue. I think we have pretty much all males so far so you can't go wrong pretty much.

[Torack]

@Denalz Write that CS and join this awesome RP, buddy! Also, I don't think it matters what the ratio is, but if you wanna make a female character, go ahead! There'll be someone for Evelyn to talk and look up to, innit!