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Masters of the Hidden Valley

<Snipped quote by Mardox>

WE DONT HAVE ENOUGH FARMERS!

@Lauder

Ahem

Masters of the Hidden Valley

Thanks! Can't wait to argue with the rest of the Council about barley vs. wheat ratios and how they haven't a godsdamned clue about how to till a field

Masters of the Hidden Valley

Dunlad Unhaire

Name

Dunlad Unhaire

Sex

Male

Age

Fifty-one

Patron

Luigibaid the Tiller

Appearance

Dunlad is a squat man, solidly built, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest which attest to his toilings, although he has attained the inevitable paunch of old age (and perhaps too many a tankard of ale). His hair, once an obsidian black, is now dulled by streaks of grey; a coarse beard hides an angular jaw and frames a face well lined marked by the sun’s lashings; eyes the color of moist straw preside above all, and have been described as perhaps betraying too much of the man’s thoughts. Despite his hardy look, Dunlad isn’t as fleet of foot as he used to be; a limp from an old injury ensures that his pace is shuffling at best.

Personality

Dunlad is a stubborn man, but well intentioned. He has the bearing of a man who, having come into their wealth as an accident, has not learned the “finer” manners of the affluent. He tends to say that the only blessing he ever got was a level head and a green thumb. Overall, he believes (or rather, knows) that the root of all the clan’s endeavors is the food of their hearths, and he intends, shouting over the protests of the gallocmen and the craftsfolk and the God-Talkers, to make sure even the smallest mouths get what they deserve.

Background

Dunlad was born into a family of humble, but respectable kerns (and who had always been kerns, save for one generation of red glory long since elapsed) and lived a good part of his life that way too. He learned the rhythms of the earth, its smells, its sounds, its subtle vibrations, through years of toil. He never complained about it; indeed, he didn’t mind it one bit. But his father wanted something more for him, and begged their landsman to send the lad to work in King Harlaus’ stables. Fortunately he acquiesced, and Dunlad found that he had a way of sorts with animals---some would say more so than with men. He proved an able rider and stableboy, so much so that the stablemaster (although loath to part with him) petitioned him to be trained at arms so that he might show the king’s gallocmen how a true Urlandi warrior rides.

However, the horse man’s hopes were dashed when Dunlad’s sword arm was not wrought of as stern a stuff as his farmer’s shoulders. Nonplussed, though perhaps a little relieved, he returned to the stables and was able to eke out a living for a time. But when his father passed on, after Dunlad had weathered twenty-five Moon Seasons, he returned to the old landsman’s, and worked as his stablemaster in between lending a helping hand during sowing and harvesting time. He kept his head low, and his lip tight (though that is not to say that he didn't’ have his opinions, especially when lubricated with beer and with a few trusted comrades around the fire) and he managed to find himself a wife that said she loved him (how he she could feel that way for a man like him he never understood); he never much bothered with saber-rattling, God-Talking (save for the requisite adoration of his own patron, Luigibaid, and Aire, and Urak too), and clan magic himself. But he watched, and he listened, and he worked.

That is, until Harlaus thrust Clan Aonghus out into the cold, off their ancestral lands, like they were cattle thieves who had stolen into his camp in Pale Season. Dunlad never tasted bitterness like that before, not even when he drank from that cask of brew that Yuri’s grandfather had forgot about twenty seasons ago. With the old landsman, almost an octogenarian, he departed to the Hidden Valley. He couldn’t make the journey. With no children to speak of, the landsman left what remained of his estate---heirlooms, horses, cattle, and all---to Dunlad.

He walked into the Valley a rich man; and although woebegone to have left behind so much, he knew that here, he could begin afresh. Fields must needs be plowed, pastures allotted, seeds sown. Dunlad was given his own kerns to work with, and his egalitarian demeanor quickly won him their favor. After a time, he was chosen to join the Council by popular consensus, representing the interests of the landmen and the kerns---although not all of his fellow landsmen are too keen on that.

Personal Goals

Dunlad has always been content with his lot in life. His greatest desire has always been to work for his family, see the wheat ripened and reaped, the animals watered and fed, the clan prosperous. For this he might seem a perfect fit for the Council---a selfless servant of the greater good. However, the exodus to Hidden Valley has spawned within him hitherto unfangled ambitions, particularly for his sons, whom he’s endeavored to raise as the gallocmen he never could be.

Clan Goals

Dunlad’s goal is the survival and prosperity of the clan and its farmers. Although he recognizes the critical importance of the other clan groups, he tries his best to ensure that the field laborers are given their place of proper importance alongside the more bellicose.

Estate

Dunlad’s estate is relatively spartan, a form of living to which he is well accustomed, and much to the chagrin of his sons and wife. His fields, however, are spacious, and ample heads of cattle roam his pastures along with a herd of fine horses. The treasures given to him by his former master, including a variety of well honed weapons, are given the place of honor, in sparse contrast to their surroundings.

Traits

• Thick-Skinned - You can withstand inclement and unpleasant weather. +1
• Farmer - You know a lot about crops, and that makes you a vital part of the community. +1
• Rider - You are of above-average skill at horse riding, and are able to make use of a horse in combat. +1
• Affluent - You belong to the (very thin) upper crust of society, and have the wealth to prove it. +3
• Reputable - You have a spotless and respected reputation. +2
• Animal Whisperer - You form natural bonds with wild animals. At least, the tamer ones. +2
• Craftsman - You can construct relatively complex tools and structures, given the time. +3
• Chef - You can prepare and preserve food better than most. +1
• Lame - You have a limp. -1
• Heavy Eater - You have a big belly. -1
• Drunkard - You have an alcohol dependency, and a tendency to get drunk obnoxiously and often.-2
• Slow - You cannot move quickly.-2

Masters of the Hidden Valley

Okay, posting my CS now. Hope everything sounds alright!

Dunlad Unhaire

Name

Dunlad Unhaire

Sex

Male

Age

Fifty-one

Patron

Luigibaid the Tiller

Appearance

Dunlad is a squat man, solidly built, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest which attest to his toilings, although he has attained the inevitable paunch of old age (and perhaps too many a tankard of ale). His hair, once an obsidian black, is now dulled by streaks of grey; a coarse beard hides an angular jaw and frames a face well lined marked by the sun’s lashings; eyes the color of moist straw preside above all, and have been described as perhaps betraying too much of the man’s thoughts. Despite his hardy look, Dunlad isn’t as fleet of foot as he used to be; a limp from an old injury ensures that his pace is shuffling at best.

Personality

Dunlad is a stubborn man, but well intentioned. He has the bearing of a man who, having come into their wealth as an accident, has not learned the “finer” manners of the affluent. He tends to say that the only blessing he ever got was a level head and a green thumb. Overall, he believes (or rather, knows) that the root of all the clan’s endeavors is the food of their hearths, and he intends, shouting over the protests of the gallocmen and the craftsfolk and the God-Talkers, to make sure even the smallest mouths get what they deserve.

Background

Dunlad was born into a family of humble, but respectable kerns (and who had always been kerns, save for one generation of red glory long since elapsed) and lived a good part of his life that way too. He learned the rhythms of the earth, its smells, its sounds, its subtle vibrations, through years of toil. He never complained about it; indeed, he didn’t mind it one bit. But his father wanted something more for him, and begged their landsman to send the lad to work in King Harlaus’ stables. Fortunately he acquiesced, and Dunlad found that he had a way of sorts with animals---some would say more so than with men. He proved an able rider and stableboy, so much so that the stablemaster (although loath to part with him) petitioned him to be trained at arms so that he might show the king’s gallocmen how a true Urlandi warrior rides.

However, the horse man’s hopes were dashed when Dunlad’s sword arm was not wrought of as stern a stuff as his farmer’s shoulders. Nonplussed, though perhaps a little relieved, he returned to the stables and was able to eke out a living for a time. But when his father passed on, after Dunlad had weathered twenty-five Moon Seasons, he returned to the old landsman’s, and worked as his stablemaster in between lending a helping hand during sowing and harvesting time. He kept his head low, and his lip tight (though that is not to say that he didn't’ have his opinions, especially when lubricated with beer and with a few trusted comrades around the fire) and he managed to find himself a wife that said she loved him (how he she could feel that way for a man like him he never understood); he never much bothered with saber-rattling, God-Talking (save for the requisite adoration of his own patron, Luigibaid, and Aire, and Urak too), and clan magic himself. But he watched, and he listened, and he worked.

That is, until Harlaus thrust Clan Aonghus out into the cold, off their ancestral lands, like they were cattle thieves who had stolen into his camp in Pale Season. Dunlad never tasted bitterness like that before, not even when he drank from that cask of brew that Yuri’s grandfather had forgot about twenty seasons ago. With the old landsman, almost an octogenarian, he departed to the Hidden Valley. He couldn’t make the journey. With no children to speak of, the landsman left what remained of his estate---heirlooms, horses, cattle, and all---to Dunlad.

He walked into the Valley a rich man; and although woebegone to have left behind so much, he knew that here, he could begin afresh. Fields must needs be plowed, pastures allotted, seeds sown. Dunlad was given his own kerns to work with, and his egalitarian demeanor quickly won him their favor. After a time, he was chosen to join the Council by popular consensus, representing the interests of the landmen and the kerns---although not all of his fellow landsmen are too keen on that.

Personal Goals

Dunlad has always been content with his lot in life. His greatest desire has always been to work for his family, see the wheat ripened and reaped, the animals watered and fed, the clan prosperous. For this he might seem a perfect fit for the Council---a selfless servant of the greater good. However, the exodus to Hidden Valley has spawned within him hitherto unfangled ambitions, particularly for his sons, whom he’s endeavored to raise as the gallocmen he never could be.

Clan Goals

Dunlad’s goal is the survival and prosperity of the clan and its farmers. Although he recognizes the critical importance of the other clan groups, he tries his best to ensure that the field laborers are given their place of proper importance alongside the more bellicose.

Estate

Dunlad’s estate is relatively spartan, a form of living to which he is well accustomed, and much to the chagrin of his sons and wife. His fields, however, are spacious, and ample heads of cattle roam his pastures along with a herd of fine horses. The treasures given to him by his former master, including a variety of well honed weapons, are given the place of honor, in sparse contrast to their surroundings.

Traits

• Thick-Skinned - You can withstand inclement and unpleasant weather. +1
• Farmer - You know a lot about crops, and that makes you a vital part of the community. +1
• Rider - You are of above-average skill at horse riding, and are able to make use of a horse in combat. +1
• Affluent - You belong to the (very thin) upper crust of society, and have the wealth to prove it. +3
• Reputable - You have a spotless and respected reputation. +2
• Animal Whisperer - You form natural bonds with wild animals. At least, the tamer ones. +2
• Lame - You have a limp. -1
• Heavy Eater - You have a big belly. -1
• Drunkard - You have an alcohol dependency, and a tendency to get drunk obnoxiously and often.-2
• Slow - You cannot move quickly.-2

Masters of the Hidden Valley

<Snipped quote by babbysama>

It's inspired by King of Dragon Pass, but it's not based in the Glorantha setting. The races of the world are different, and the mythology as a whole is different. There's a ton of similarities, however, and I'm definitely trying to run a roleplay that feels like KoDP.

If you're interested in making a character, I am 100% open to letting more players in. 9 characters in play would be my max, and we have 6 right now, so there's still room for you.

Go ahead and read the IC, the first page of the OOC, and the other players' character sheets. If you want to read the whole OOC, you are encouraged to do so, but it's not necessary.

Feel free to post a character application, but your character will have to be Urlandi, specifically part of our clan (Clan Aonghus).

EDIT: As an aside, I'll be gone most of today. Thursdays are my board game / tabletop RPG nights. I'ma play me some Lords of Waterdeep and make my friends regret letting me play the game again.

...they don't let me play Stone Age anymore, actually. I Zerg rushed one time too many while my buddies were building tools and advancing civilization and stuff. I just mauled deer to death with the bare hands of a dozen hungry tribesmen.

@Shorticus

Great! I'll get cracking at a CS ASAP.

Masters of the Hidden Valley

Yooooooooo faaaaaammmm is this a KoDP RP I'm looking at? I think it is.

Are you still accepting new players?

Hider

Can I be a Rune Duck?

Star Wars: Revanchism (Mandalorian Wars)

@HeySeuss Haha, trust me dude, I totally understand.

Is there a space open for a pilot or engineer or commando, something along those lines?

Star Wars: Revanchism (Mandalorian Wars)

Hey there, are there still any spots open?

I was involved in the first iteration of this RP but unfortunately things got hectic both in my own personal life and with the RPG itself, so I kind of fell off. But with TFA just released and a playthrough of KOTOR II underway my hunger for Star Wars related media is insatiable, so here I am.

If there are any open roles I'd love to fill them in, though I am kind of keen on playing a non-Jedi.

The Gathering of Miracles (Fantasy Tribal)

Very interested

Heart of the Beast RP - Grand Epic, Unique Magic system.

@CreeXLR Yeah I'm thinking of something like that. Kind of like a support-type character, who summons creatures (fire/water/earth/air elementals, something like that) to use in battle rather than being a frontliner; maybe using a polestaff or quarterstaff to fight with in the case of nullomantic failure and to augment their summoning. Would that work?