Awesomoman64

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Demund

Though heavy were the storms, Demund managed to sleep through the whole night and only found out when he woke to the fresh smell Mashal had after a rainstorm. Going to his father’s room to wake him, he instead found an empty bed. Assuming he had gotten to work before him, Demund hastily pulled back his hair and put his heavy apron on ready to assist his father.

As he opened to door expecting to see the flames of the forge, the view was instead obscured by a crowd who was using it as a sort of campfire. Quickly he spotted his father among them. He wasn't hard to spot in a crowd as he was a rather large man with a full gray beard being the only hair he had on his head. A large smile was spread across his face as he conversed with the townspeople.

It didn't take long for his father to notice him as he excused himself from the circle and walked towards him calling in a proud booming voice. ”Demund my boy! Finally up eh?” Demund softly nodded but changed the subject pointing over the the circle of people. ”Father, how do you expect us to get any work done with the forge crowded like this?” His father replied with a few tisks and placing his arm around him. “Son, not everything is about work. Last night left people could and wet and we just happen to have the hottest fires burning on our land. If it costs us an hour or two letting everyone warm up and dry their clothes then I say it's worth it.”

Demund sighed and agreed with his father. It was hard to argue with the man when all he wanted was the help others out. Though now Demund had to find something to occupy his time. Just as he began thinking of ideas, he noticed a group of familiar faces had started to gather nearby, one of them soaked to the bone. ”Looks like Gren spent another night on the streets.” his father looked over and shook his head, ”That boy. Haven't I made it clear our home is open if he needs a bed?” Demund simply shrugged and gave a simple response. ”I guess he's too proud to come over every… night...Excuse me.” Demund took his father’s arm off of him and ran towards the group.

His eyes had caught something he hoped wasn't true. As he neared his worst fears were confirmed; Alph’s sword was still in disrepair. ”Alphonse you crazy bard have you no respect for craftsmanship? That blade is long overdue for repairs yet you still won't bring it in!” Demund pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. It was almost painful to see such a well made weapon be handled with such little care.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

@ViolentViolet

With how similar they all are, I'd say it depends on how you want to play her. Is she deadly with a blade? Her words? Or is it her looks that can kill?

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Demund Eamon

Name: Demund Eamon

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Species: Human

Appearance:

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Though not towering, Demund is taller than most his age. His long hair is usually pulled back in a bandana and while technically brown, it is often mistaken for black. Toned arms and a light face usually darkened by smoke show his years at the forge, and his hazel eyes often never deviate from the task at hand.

Personality:
Demund is a man of few words. This isn’t to say he’s not friendly, but he chooses to focus more on his work than making friends. That being said, if anyone needs his help in anyway shape or form, he is more than willing to step up. You can expect to find him near any forge and anvil that happens to be nearby.

History:
The forge in Mashal has been run by the Eamon family for many years, each blacksmith greater than the last. This was especially true for Demund who began smithing since the day he could swing a hammer. His mother had sadly died during childbirth, thus he was raised and taught by his father whom he grew very close with. Day in and day out they would work with iron and steel to make all sorts of items for the townsfolk. Being the only smiths in town, Demund got to know everyone in Mashal as most metal work would have to be done by them.

Though he loved his father and knew he wanted him to take over the family forge when he was gone, Demund had a different dream. His love of smithing had grown to the point he wasn’t satisfied making simple things like nails and horseshoes forever. He wanted to hone his skill, learn under the best smiths of the dwarves and elves so that one day he could craft weapons and armor greater than any the world had known.

At first he tried to suppress his desire by buying any books or scrolls on techniques that happened to come through. When that failed he began experimenting different ways to make things, but with their limited supplies, it didn’t last long. Finally he decided to tell his father what he wanted for his future. The two had a long and stressful talk that night, but in the end his father knew he couldn’t force him to stay. They came to the agreement that as soon as his father found and trained a new apprentice to take over the forge, Demund would have his blessing to leave and begin his journeys. Until then, Demund works just as hard as before to keep his skills sharp.

Damascus

Name: Damascus

Gender: Male

Current Age: Yet to hatch

Egg's Appearance

Hatched Appearance

Hatchling:

Adult:
Massive in size with scales hard as steel, Damascus rightly chose his name due to the black markings that go across his body giving him the appearance of the metal.

Personality:Often playing the older brother of the group, Damascus tries to be the voice of reason and keep everyone out of trouble. Though if it can't be avoided, he'll make sure no one harms his comrades! Being enormous for his age in both height and width he forgoes speed for brute strength. If the time comes to make noise, he’ll make the earth shake!

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Demund Eamon

Name: Demund Eamon

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Species: Human

Appearance:

image

Though not towering, Demund is taller than most his age. His long hair is usually pulled back in a bandana and while technically brown, it is often mistaken for black. Toned arms and a light face usually darkened by smoke show his years at the forge, and his hazel eyes often never deviate from the task at hand.

Personality:
Demund is a man of few words. This isn’t to say he’s not friendly, but he chooses to focus more on his work than making friends. That being said, if anyone needs his help in anyway shape or form, he is more than willing to step up. You can expect to find him near any forge and anvil that happens to be nearby.

History:
The forge in Mashal has been run by the Eamon family for many years, each blacksmith greater than the last. This was especially true for Demund who began smithing since the day he could swing a hammer. His mother had sadly died during childbirth, thus he was raised and taught by his father whom he grew very close with. Day in and day out they would work with iron and steel to make all sorts of items for the townsfolk. Being the only smiths in town, Demund got to know everyone in Mashal as most metal work would have to be done by them.

Though he loved his father and knew he wanted him to take over the family forge when he was gone, Demund had a different dream. His love of smithing had grown to the point he wasn’t satisfied making simple things like nails and horseshoes forever. He wanted to hone his skill, learn under the best smiths of the dwarves and elves so that one day he could craft weapons and armor greater than any the world had known.

At first he tried to suppress his desire by buying any books or scrolls on techniques that happened to come through. When that failed he began experimenting different ways to make things, but with their limited supplies, it didn’t last long. Finally he decided to tell his father what he wanted for his future. The two had a long and stressful talk that night, but in the end his father knew he couldn’t force him to stay. They came to the agreement that as soon as his father found and trained a new apprentice to take over the forge, Demund would have his blessing to leave and begin his journeys. Until then, Demund works just as hard as before to keep his skills sharp.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

I am interested in this. I'll try to have a CS made before this starts but everyone else is ready don't wait for me, I'll catch up.

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Jessi

The small smirk Fei had turned into a full on grin as Jessi shook her hand. This again threw Jessi off. Since they came here Fei had hardly spoke to him and treated him as nothing more than an unwanted tag along. Yet, in this moment, the way she was talking to him and even looking at him made him feel appreciated. Maybe he had misjudged her this whole time, mistaken stern determination for harshness.

While these thoughts crossed Jessi’s mind, Fei sudden got a confused look and turned her gaze to the pendant she had under her shirt. ”Everything alright?” It was that instant Jessi felt something tighten around his ankle. Before he could even react he was launched across the arena.

Flying through the air, Jessi cursed himself for letting himself be caught off guard. Up until then he had made it a point to keep his guard and watch for everything, of course the one time he let it down was when they would strike. But now that things were kicking off, it was his turn to strike.

Stabbing his spear into the ground he halted his flight and used the momentum to swing back around and roll towards his original position. While he didn’t quite make it, he was close enough to thrust his spear into the shadow hand that threw him. Quickly standing after, he looked back to Fei worried the beast caught her by surprise as well.

Of course she not only was fine and the beast did, but she must have been looking for him as their eyes quickly met. Pointing with his spear at where the shadow hand was he called to Fei over the sound of the fighting, ”Can’t we have a single fight where people don’t immediately try and screw us over with magic!?”

@KoL@BlueAjah@ReaptheMusic

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@KoL

Forgot to ask. Were you planning on posting today or am I good to? Don't want to mess things up if you've already got something planned.

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Oh? Is that what you fancy happening to Jessi? I can surely disarm his humor.

@KoL

I more was joking that the black knight was the Cerebus Knight, but I'm not opposed to the idea of something bad happening to Jessi in the fight. Might spark Fei into a super rage. (not loss of limb though, unless there are robot limbs in this world.)

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I suggest you get ready, 'cause I'll demonstrate why that arena is called the Ring of Blood.

@KoL

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@McFazzer

I know all too well the problems you face. (I've had to send my laptop in twice while it was my turn to post in RP.) Hopefully the technical difficulties will be fixed soon.