ArkmageddonCat

Defiance

He heard the angry roar and the meaningless words, and the crack and thump that soon followed. He felt the vibration as the tree was felled, another one lost. The tree-being felt the offender move on, and he withdrew his roots from the earth. I can't protect them. He took his first step, the thud startling some nearby birds. Their hurried flapping spoke of fear, for they knew of what walked below. What does it matter? Another step, another thud. A nearby deer fled into the thicket, a crisp crack echoing through the woods as it stepped on a twig. I can avenge them. The mass of stone and foliage that was the giants leg stepped down on a hollowed log, producing a loud crash that frightened away many more birds from the tree tops above. I must carry on.

"Look, Foeldar, over there through the trees" He heard her whisper in his ear, strands of her blonde hair dancing in his peripherals. Foeldar turned to look, and there he saw an orc in the distance. I swore it. The creature was just barely visible through the trees, it was a wonder how Lily managed to spot it. "Lily is good at this." Foeldar whispered back, taking a much slower and much quieter step. The orc no doubt could've heard his earlier stomping, and might be more cautious by now. I won't fail again. That'd be perfect, as Foeldar's natural camouflage might very well give him the surprise advantage - and surprises always worked best to fend off unwanted trespassers.

He continued taking slow, quiet steps for a few seconds more, holding nearby trees for extra balance as he moved. The sound of crushing wood filled Foeldar's ears, suddenly and without warning. YOU'VE FORGOTTEN. His eyes went wide as he stepped on the tree felled earlier by the orc. Its fresh scent proceeded to penetrate his nostrils and invade his mind. AVENGE HER!

Releasing a roar to dwarf that of the orc's, he charged full steam ahead. The bushes in front of him sought to slow him down, so he crushed them beneath his feet. The trees were trying to hold him back, so he threw them aside. Lily faded away, her weight no longer felt on his shoulder - simply vanished without acknowledgement. The only thing that mattered to him now was crushing that orc.

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Two days earlier...

A breeze gently blew through the fields, the grass, flowers and trees wavering ever so slightly. Birds chirped peacefully and flew overhead, while deer stepped quietly through the forest at the edge of the meadows. One of the deer tentatively approached the edge of the forest, crossing out into the open field. Suddenly the deer heard a slight noise, a sound which was so unfamiliar as to instill fear. The deer froze and listened closer, but nothing happened.

Slowly the deer eased back into a sense of comfort, assured that the noise was nothing as nothing had happened. Lowering down to sniff the grass, the tentative creature heard another sound. Quickly raising its head to look for the sound, the deer's face was met with a mass of rock, wood, and vine. Then, a loud chink and snap as two halves of an arrow flew to either side, hitting the ground with a soft pat. The deer quickly glanced upwards, finding that the mass that just saved its life was actually a leg belonging to a hulking beast made of tree and rock, and atop that beast sat a little girl with soft blonde hair which flowed in the gentle breeze. But the deer did not run, for it did not feel the need.

The beast which blocked the arrow let loose a roar, turning to where the arrow had come from. Lifting its leg it began to take a step, foot crashing with a thud. Soon enough the beast reached a jogging speed, its footsteps becoming thunder as the ground shook. "Foeldar, there!" The girl shouted, pointing off towards some nearby shrubbery.

Angling his body and digging his toes into the ground like roots, the massive tree beast - Foeldar, it was - reached an arm up to protect the girl on his shoulder. His feet dug into the earth like plows, leaving the ground beneath him upturned in his wake as he came to a grinding halt. Foeldar relaxed his arm as he slowed to a near standstill, looking to find where the young girl had pointed. There, hiding amongst a dense cover of shrubs, Foeldar spotted the poachers just as they turned to run. Taking in a deep breath and continuing to track his query through the dense foliage by the vibrations of their feet as they ran - a process which proceeded to become more difficult by the second. But all he needed was just one second more, for he then let loose a booming roar which traveled quickly through the trees and prompted the little girl on his shoulder to cover her ears.

One by one the buzzing hornets appeared and charged after the fleeing poachers, hundreds becoming thousands as more of them flooded out of what almost seemed like thin air. The little girl watched in awe at the mass of insects summoned by Foeldar, to which she also seemed invisible. She cheered as the tail end of the swarms disappeared into the labyrinth of shadows and foliage, reciprocated by the faintest hints of pained cursing in the distance. Foeldar intended to send a message which he hoped would finally persuade those poachers to hunt elsewhere, providing a mere taste of what would await them should they return once more.

Lifting one of his legs to take a step forward his foot uprooted a mass of dirt, the sound of snapping roots echoing through the now quiet air of the forest. Foeldar winced as he realized his toes were still anchored in the ground, the chunk of earth falling apart as it fell back down into the hole he had created. Before he could attempt to take another step, however, Foeldar noticed a small patch of lilies growing ever so closely to being crushed only mere moments ago. Intrigued by the lucky little flowers, the entish being kneeled to pick one and raised it up to the young girl sitting atop his shoulder. "Does Lily want?" The beast's deep voice spoke slow and soft. To which the girl smiled softly and replied. "No, you keep it, Foeldar. Or... ooh! Here, I know!" She paused to pinch the flower ever so gently, taking it from Foeldar and searching around for something. "Let's let it grow... here! On you, Foeldar! It could be something to remember me by when I'm not out here with you." She continued, laying the stem into Foeldar's shoulder with a smile. "Soon there'll be a whole gaggle of lilies on you, right Foeldar?"

Foeldar's hearty laugh echoed through the forest and across the fields, nodding his head. "Yes. Then Lily will always be here with Foeldar in spirit." The young girl smiled brightly at the giant's words, but upon looking to the sky her smile vanished. "Oh no! It's almost supper time, I'm going to be late!" She said in surprise, turning to look down at Foeldar as he had already began to run in the direction of her home.

That memory was still fresh in Foeldar's mind, its blissful joy bringing nothing but pain. What was once an endless stretch of green was now broken and blistered by a mass of black, littered with the stark grayness of burnt trees. The once beautiful landscape was now unmistakably and irreparably scarred by fire, and in no worse a spot than here - for the biggest scar of all was right in front of Foeldar. The mighty ent dropped to his knees, mouth agape, eyes unbelieving of what they saw. The ruins of a home, burned down to the very last foundations. That was Lily's home... was. Now, it was gone... she was gone. Foeldar could see charred corpses in the ashes, but dared not take a step closer. Was she really gone? Could she really be gone? A low whimper seeped out from his mouth as his head dropped low, and he questioned himself as to why he had not come back sooner. How long had he been gone? Only a day, he swore it! But... he had also sworn to protect these forests, and to protect her and her home... hadn't he? Did his word now mean nothing? Could she really be gone... just like that?

A drop hit Foeldar's thigh. Soon after, another, and another after that. There was a sensation of water streaming down his face, but when Foeldar opened his eyes and turned his head to look to the sky... there were no rain clouds in sight. There was only ash, lingering in the air above, coming down like the lightest drizzle of snow which melted even before it touched the ground. What had happened here? You forgot. Another drop hit his thigh, again and again as tears continued to drip from his chin. Foeldar was overtaken by such strange and powerful emotions, the likes of which he had never felt before. It was odd, he didn't like it - he wanted it to stop. His head lowered once more, taking care to avoid catching sight of the terrible display in front of him. What he found sitting at his knees, however, was - to him - almost as unbearable. A lonely little lily sat in the blackened dirt mere inches away, poking out from amongst a collection of charred wood.

It seemed so incomprehensible that such a fragile flower could remain unscathed - nay, utterly untouched - by the destruction that so clearly plagued the beauty of the land before him. How could this measly flower survive what she could not? Its presence insulted him, its name mocked his loss. Foeldar slouched forward, a shadow enveloping the flower as it quivered in a breeze that crept out from beyond the trees. How could you let this happen?! His hand clenched tightly into a fist, and in an instant he thought to bring it crashing down upon the little plant which seemed to offend him so. I won't let you go.

Foeldar recoiled in shock at the thought, eyes growing wider at the realization. Was... was he about to crush that innocent, little girl? You know what you thought. Even now, the lily appeared to be quivering in fear - wishing to run away but trapped in place, unable to move. How could he even think to hurt Lily? Why would he ever hurt her? You won't forget this time. Foeldar pet the flower's petals, a single finger gently wiping the tears from her cheek. The first time he met Lily... she was crying then, just as he was now. She seemed so soft and frail, like this flower... and now... he had to believe she was gone? No! Just like that? It's not true! She couldn't be, I won't let it be! "Now, now... don't cry, little one. Foeldar is here, no need to worry..." He whispered, and Lily turned to embrace him. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE. She wasn't there, yet he could feel her in his arms. Foeldar helped her climb up onto his shoulder. Her petals flowed in the breeze as he rose to his feet. REMEMBER ME. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

I WON'T LET YOU GO.

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Foeldar

Name: Foeldar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Regarded as male
Species: Forest Golem
Appearance:

Abilities:

• Hallucinogenic Spores - Foeldar breathes out a greenish cloud of spores which gently pulse with a cyan glow. Creatures that inhale these spores may very well fall victim to powerful hallucinations and will begin suffering from mild poison. Prolonged exposure to these spores will put most creatures into shock, though these spores can also be purged from the body quite easily by most means as they originate from a rather common hallucinogenic fungus.
• Rage Swarm - Foeldar can beckon forth a mass of hornets when he's angry, which pour out from within his own body as well as from areas unknown. These hornets will temporarily harass nearby creatures, swarming and stinging for quite some time before returning to wherever they came from. Hundreds and even thousands of hornets can be called at a time, but Foeldar can only influence so many for so long.
• Tend - Foeldar can fertilize the very earth at his feet to influence the growth of plant life in the affected area, causing some plants to mature more rapidly than normal. This process is tiring and will become exponentially more so the longer that Foeldar uses this ability.
• Earthsense - Vibrations are continuously made by all manner of creatures that touch the earth, and Foeldar can listen to these vibrations by extending his roots into the earth beneath him, detecting all of the vibrations in the nearby area and allowing him to pinpoint the approximate locations of their sources. Materials such as mud, dense rock, and loose sediments (such as sand or gravel) negatively impact his ability to determine the whereabouts of the vibrations he senses. The more Foeldar focuses the clearer the image becomes, the further he can see, and the easier it is to locate a given source of vibration. The more he focuses and the further he tries to see, the more his other senses are consequently dulled, rendering him increasingly unaware of his immediate surroundings. When unfocused, Foeldar's Earthsense will only be able to reliably track sources of vibrations if they remain few and far between, like, say, four sources - one in roughly each direction. The more sources of vibration there are, the harder it becomes to even differentiate the sources from one another - though Earthsense can almost always determine the intensity of vibrations, which isn't exactly reliable information as it indicates not only distance, but strength, size, and numbers as well. When focusing on tracking a specific set of vibrations to their source, all other detectable sources will cause a level of background noise that disrupts Foeldar's ability to find his intended target (This goes for ALL sources of vibration as well, such as when an ally is speaking or fidgeting nearby, for example).

Special Weaknesses:

• Fire - Despite being formed partly of stone and perpetually healthy vegetation, Foeldar remains very vulnerable to fire and risks being set ablaze. It may be important to note that he isn't actually afraid of fire, but rather that he's afraid of becoming engulfed in flame as a result of being unable to extinguish himself once ignited.
• Scars Run Deep - Foeldar suffers from emotional and psychological turmoil resulting from the all too recent death of his most beloved friend, believing the cause to be a direct product of his own actions. Torn in half by the weight of his guilt, Foeldar has become exceptionally prone to hallucinations and episodes of blind rage. While there have been longer occurrences, these episodes typically only last a few minutes - but during that time Foeldar becomes highly unpredictable, and can be extremely dangerous to allies as well as enemies.
• Delicate Flower - Foeldar is very protective of the lone lily flower growing on his left shoulder, as it is the only connection he still has to the dear friend he lost. In fact, you could even say it represents the very memory of that one and only friend, meaning this little flower holds some extreme importance. Should any threat of harm be posed towards this flower, Foeldar could very well enter into a prolonged fit of rage so blind and absolute that he may not ever come out. Even if he did calm down afterwards, Foeldar would be hit with a seemingly insurmountable wall of depression and could suffer from such effects indefinitely.

Weapons:

• His Body - From his large arms to his powerful legs, Foeldar can utilize just about every part of his body in a fight. Additionally, he can extend vines from his wrists into whip-like appendages, or even use roots on the bottom of his feet as finger-like appendages.

Items: N/A
Backstory: There's not much he can remember, and everything that matters to him would be covered IC starting with his opening post.
Other: Theme Song - "Warpath" by Hidden Citizens

Darren Relder

Name: Darren Madeus Dakarr
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:

Abilities:

• Quick Step - Sort of like a magically enhanced Dash, Quick Step allows Darren to traverse short, unobstructed distances (generally no farther than about three or four meters) in nearly the blink of an eye. This causes Darren's body to appear as a blur of color in motion to most people and creatures for the duration of Quick Step, appearing less blurred the faster an observer's reflexes are. Darren's reflexes temporarily heighten further and his perception of time appears to slow down somewhat, allowing him what feels like a precious extra second or two to contemplate on a course of action, like to prepare a strike against an enemy or reach out to grab hold of something. This does not allow enough time to do more than simply decide and then potentially even commit to whatever action Darren should choose to perform, depending entirely on the distance he traveled using Quick Step (traveling farther means less time to prepare other actions).
• Ethereal Shield - Darren can create transparent magical barriers to protect himself from incoming attacks, requiring his focus, a free hand, and his energy. These conjured shields typically shatter and fade away after a single hit regardless of the strength of the blocked attack, though they do require less energy the more focused Darren is while casting. This ability is primarily used to protect against ranged attacks, especially as these barriers are much less effective at blocking melee attacks, though there's not much stopping more powerful attacks regardless of being ranged - such as with ballistae or powerful magic.
• Repel - Darren can project a shockwave of force energy outwards from an open palm, normally dispersing in a conical pattern. Alternatively, Darren can press his hand to the ground to emit a weaker, radial shockwave that travels along the outward like a circle expanding out from his body. Regardless, Repel's strength fades with range, and surface area covered inevitably increases due to the shape of dispersion. Targets closer to Darren would experience a force strong enough to stumble them or perhaps even fling them into a wall, mostly depending on their size, while enemies who are just a few meters away won't experience much more than a light push backwards.

Special Weaknesses:

• Rapid Exhaustion - Excessive reliance on Darren's magical abilities will result in an increased energy drain with each consecutive cast, causing him to become more easily exhausted as the frequency at which he uses his abilities increases. Rapid use of his abilities could also result in painful repercussions, which typically correlates to the rates at which energy drain and exhaustion increase. Creating Ethereal Shields is less taxing than using Quick Step, which is in turn less exhausting than using Repel.
• Limitations of Plate Armor - As Darren wears plate armor, he is left quite vulnerable to attacks from blunt weapons or from sharp, thrusting attacks aimed at the openings in his armor. The weight of his armor slows his movement and restricts his angles of motion to minor extents, and his armor makes it noticeably harder to recover from exhaustion.

Weapons:

• Single-Edge Longsword - In a world dominated by double-edged longswords this weapon is surely an oddity, but this longsword enjoys a slightly more aerodynamic shape in addition to having the ring guards for added hand protection.
• Two 'Sword Breaker' Daggers - One kept in his dagger sheath, the other as a spare in his satchel. These weapons are specially made for parrying, though they can still substitute for a real dagger in a pinch.

Items:

• Eisen Haut - A set of magical armor enchanted with the ability to repair itself over time much like a living organism. This process, however, will draw from the wearer's strength unless the armor is unequipped, which will in turn slow the rate of self-repair considerably.
• Leather Satchel - Contains a few rations worth of food items, the majority of which being salted meat, as well as a spare 'Sword Breaker', a few trinkets of sentimental value, and a couple flasks of powerful spirits.
• Belt Strap - A small leather canteen, a weathered war-horn adorned with faded symbols, a dagger sheath, a longsword sheath, and a couple of coin pouches are all tied in various places to his belt.

Backstory:

Darren once considered himself nobility - and was even to be his family's only heir - but his time spent in service of Castle Ansgar was plagued by a great deal of sacrifice, leaving him utterly convinced that he is no longer of noble worth. Birthed within the stout walls of Ansgar's keep from the secret union of Attorius Raemus Dakarr, Darren's noble-blooded father whom was in very good graces with Ansgar's throne, and Delana Vaccanos Relder, Darren's peasant mother who was gifted with a noble's life after marrying Attorius. He took an early interest in the art of the sword and displayed exceptional skill for his age, quickly becoming one of the best swordsmen in all of Akripola - at least, according to his king and the nobles with which his father did business. Ansgar was a sort of city-state, an independent kingdom nestled on a mountainside comprised of little more than a singular castle and its keep, and the village which encompassed its walls. King Lauron Ansgar III, the local ruler, upheld many aspects of an isolationist ideology that was ever so favored by his father before him, though as the young king grew older he began to gradually ease Ansgar out into the wider Akripolan political scene.

In the following years, King Lauron III sought council with a mystical oracle whom conveyed to him a prophecy of "a war unlike any other" would soon be upon them that was to leave all of Akripola ravaged in its wake. Fueled by the fear of this 'new war' and the added desire to solidify Ansgar's place in the world, the young king devised the Legion of Ten, an elite Ansgarian fighting force comprised of ten soldiers created to prevent what Lauron believed would be the complete annihilation of the Akripolan people. At the age of fifteen, Darren was one of the few candidates who were hand-picked by King Lauron out of the original thirteen. All thirteen candidates were forced to train harder than most of them ever had before and, once each of them had passed an individual test of their physical attributes, were subjected to intense rituals as a sign of initiation. These rituals were specially tailored to focus on the strengths and weaknesses of each individual, further improving each candidate's combat abilities and even unlocking hidden powers that they previously couldn't access, though each ritual had its toll and required that a sacrifice be made. King Lauron III was ridiculed for some of his more outlandish beliefs, such as his almost religious trust in the coming war and his submission of his subjects to such dangerous rituals. He was also heavily criticized for his claim that the Legion of Ten - a mere ten soldiers - were destined to bring about the dawn of a new age of warfare, much less save the world from whatever doom the young king believed was looming over the horizon.

Despite the mounting concerns and doubts that plagued the later years of King Lauron III's rule, the Legion of Ten continued to meet spectacular results during field tests and demonstrations. Darren rose through the ranks far faster than his comrades, and for a time he was even considered the leader of the Legion. However, after an unintended altercation with the Stormpeak Empire - who were, at the time, engaged in a war with the Kingom of Nora - the quality of his leadership was brought into question, and he was faced with the punishment of exile. King Lauron III instead spared Darren his punishment, despite his voiced opposition and honor-bound willingness to accept exile, as Lauron was determined to maintain the Legion of Ten. Shortly thereafter, Ansgar joined with the Kingdom of Nora and declared war on the neighboring Stormpeak Empire, employing heavy use of the Legion throughout the conflict with astounding success. By the end of the war, the Legion of Ten had become known all across Akripola and solidified their popularly in the legendary Battle of Dimkarthyl. The might of Ansgar's Legion of Ten had been tested in this war, but still the purpose for which they were designed was yet to appear looming on the horizon.

A few years after the war between the Kingdom of Nora and the Stormpeak Empire, King Lauron Ansgar III's only son died in an ambush while returning to Castle Ansgar from his first diplomatic mission. The attack was determined to have been executed by well-armed bandits, though Lauron III had succumbed to the belief that the attack was a part of some darker plot. A few weeks later the king's ever-growing paranoia blossomed and Ansgar was put on high alert for nearly four days, until the king suffered a heart attack late at night and died in his chambers. In the wake of the king's untimely death, the Legion of Ten was disbanded and its members entered anonymity. Ansgar itself later collapsed, fading into obscurity and leaving many residents, including Darren's parents, to relocate to other towns and cities to fend for scraps. Most of the members of the Legion of Ten were never seen nor heard from again, even by Darren - whom had elected to live the life of a mercenary in order to make ample use the skills he possessed, donning the surname "Relder" to further distance himself from the bloodline he believed that he had failed so long ago.
Other: Theme Song - "Invincible" by All Good Things

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Made tweaks to Earthsense and his weakness to Fire, and then added another weakness that might honestly be too much... but I can leave that more open ended, or just remove it, if necessary.

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Edgy Tree Man

Name: Foeldar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Regarded as male
Species: Forest Golem
Appearance:

Abilities:

• Hallucinogenic Spores - Foeldar breathes out a greenish cloud of spores which gently pulse with a cyan glow. Creatures that inhale these spores may very well fall victim to powerful hallucinations and will begin suffering from mild poison. Prolonged exposure to these spores will put most creatures into shock, though these spores can also be purged from the body quite easily by most means as they originate from a rather common hallucinogenic fungus.
• Rage Swarm - Foeldar can beckon forth a mass of hornets when he's angry, which pour out from within his own body as well as from areas unknown. These hornets will temporarily harass nearby creatures, swarming and stinging for quite some time before returning to wherever they came from. Hundreds and even thousands of hornets can be called at a time, but Foeldar can only influence so many for so long.
• Tend - Foeldar can fertilize the very earth at his feet to influence the growth of plant life in the affected area, causing some plants to mature more rapidly than normal. This process is tiring and will become exponentially more so the longer that Foeldar uses this ability.
• Earthsense - Vibrations are continuously made by all manner of creatures that touch the earth, and Foeldar can listen to these vibrations by extending his roots into the earth beneath him, detecting all of the vibrations in the nearby area and allowing him to pinpoint the approximate locations of their sources. Materials such as mud, dense rock, and loose sediments (such as sand or gravel) negatively impact his ability to determine the whereabouts of the vibrations he senses. The more Foeldar focuses the clearer the image becomes, the further he can see, and the easier it is to locate a given source of vibration. The more he focuses and the further he tries to see, the more his other senses are consequently dulled, rendering him increasingly unaware of his immediate surroundings. When unfocused, Foeldar's Earthsense will only be able to reliably track sources of vibrations if they remain few and far between, like, say, four sources - one in roughly each direction. The more sources of vibration there are, the harder it becomes to even differentiate the sources from one another - though Earthsense can almost always determine the intensity of vibrations, which isn't exactly reliable information as it indicates not only distance, but strength, size, and numbers as well. When focusing on tracking a specific set of vibrations to their source, all other detectable sources will cause a level of background noise that disrupts Foeldar's ability to find his intended target (This goes for ALL sources of vibration as well, such as when an ally is speaking or fidgeting nearby, for example).

Special Weaknesses: (Do they have any unique weaknesses? Allergies, Phobias and more extreme weaknesses go here.)

• Fire - Despite being formed partly of stone and perpetually healthy vegetation, Foeldar remains very vulnerable to fire and risks being set ablaze. It may be important to note that he isn't actually afraid of fire, but rather that he's afraid of becoming engulfed in flame as a result of being unable to extinguish himself once ignited.
• Scars Run Deep - Foeldar suffers from emotional and psychological turmoil resulting from the all too recent death of his most beloved friend, believing the cause to be a direct product of his own actions. Torn in half by the weight of his guilt, Foeldar has become exceptionally prone to hallucinations and episodes of blind rage. While there have been longer occurrences, these episodes typically only last a few minutes - but during that time Foeldar becomes highly unpredictable, and can be extremely dangerous to allies as well as enemies.
• Delicate Flower - Foeldar is very protective of the lone lily flower growing on his left shoulder, as it is the only connection he still has to the dear friend he lost. In fact, you could even say it represents the very memory of that one and only friend, meaning this little flower holds some extreme importance. Should any threat of harm be posed towards this flower, Foeldar could very well enter into a prolonged fit of rage so blind and absolute that he may not ever come out. Even if he did calm down afterwards, Foeldar would be hit with a seemingly insurmountable wall of depression and could suffer from such effects indefinitely.

Weapons:

• His Body - From his large arms to his powerful legs, Foeldar can utilize just about every part of his body in a fight. Additionally, he can extend vines from his wrists into whip-like appendages, or even use roots on the bottom of his feet as finger-like appendages.

Items: N/A
Backstory: There's not much he can remember, and everything that matters to him would be covered IC starting with his opening post.
Other: Theme Song - "Warpath" by Hidden Citizens

Might make some more tweaks, might not. Feels done enough to put up here, though.

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@Dartbored Fairy Right, of course.

I might put out two sheets with the intention of only using one, or I might just do one sheet. I dunno just yet. We'll see how it goes.

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Color me interested. This still open like the status says, or is this getting too crowded as is?

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

I see, I sea, I C. I get it now.

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@Kalleth I feel your character is all the stronger for it, too. Y'know, like... in character... like, as in... depth, n' shit...

And while I do like your character, I can't recall seeing a reason as to why he's "The King of Stories". Sounds like a title for the less-than-truthful type, but I may have missed it and I'm sorry if I did.

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@Zelosse Was he dead? Did he die? He probably died. I bet he's dead.

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

@Kalleth Interesting choice of weaponry...

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

Sorry for vanishing everyone, I've been dealing with personal shit for a while but I think the worst has passed. Going to post soon if not today.

@TheDarkTemplar

That's fine, man. Life comes first. Hope things get better soon.