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Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Apologies if it seems a little rushed/short. I have a couple other projects that need doing before Thursday and quiet honestly I wanted to do this first - I actually enjoy doing this, the others not so much haha.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

"More please, barkeep" a lightly inebriated Eomer muttered, pleading once again for another glass of something, a reward for a successful adventure. Wasn't too much of a reward in fairness. It was dark and windowless, half the floorboards were rotting away, but it was cheap and it reminded him of home (whether that was a good or a bad thing however is a totally different arguement).

It being mid day the tavern itself was rather quiet with very few staff and about just as many patrons, exactly as he liked it: peaceful. No fights, no drunks shouting; just peace, quiet and relaxed conversation. One thing however that caught Eomer's attention (as the barman filled a stoup and laid it before him), ears picking up as he heard the word "Reaper" whispered by a pair of men sat on a table in the corner.

"The Reaper heading towards the Lowlands, towards Gallant? Arlo, bloody fool, you drink too much and listen too little" a deep laugh boomed from a table in the corner, followed quickly by the thud of a tankard slamming into the table. A hand waved in the air as he signalled to one of the staff for another as he continues to berate his companion. "Even if he did come here, he would be nothing without his crew. That" he continued, an apprehensive look momentarily danced across his face, "and the guilds would have heard much more than a standard run of the mill drunkard; I'm sure if someone had truly heard something the news would be all over town, not just being spread by any gullible idiot" he finished somewhat dismissively, pooh poohing any other remarks made by his friend.

A small notebook emerged from below a faded cloak, slightly yellowed and stained from age with a cover battered far worse than most. The guildsman flicked through it quietly to a page towards the back and scrawled a small series of notes across page with the simple title of "Reeper leeds", or at least that's what it appeared to be anyway, Eomer being far from the most literate person in Gallant. "Town Rms..." he muttered quietly to himself, a quick glance at the two in the corner before continuing with "Dok worker" and "toward Galant". With that, Eomer downes tbe last of his drink, slipping the book back into his pocket. He withdrew a half dozen silvered coins, which he placed on the bar and gently pushed towards the owner, muttering a quiet "thank you" before making his retreat towards the door.

The door catching his ankle caused the badlander to stumble slightly, caught by an attentive man in rather familiar dress. "Again? You're here again?" He asked, seeming rather exasperated, "you're getting ripped off, how many times need you be told he laces the booze with pig urine? There is a reason no one drinks there, especially our lot".

"I've had worse, and gotten much less drunk" Eomer replied with a small laugh, the runner contorting his face into a look of disgust, almost seeming to wince at the thought,imagining way too vividly about what his fellow guildman may have drunk in his time. Eomer steadied himself against the youth, taking a step back as to not linger so close to his face. "I'm assuming you're here for a reason? You don't normally come to find me unless it is urgent" he asked, brushing off the dust that had gathered on his clothes from the filthy inn.

"You are wanted at the hall. Several of you have been called to a meeting: Loran, you, Ezlan, Nemia... oh, and the elf" he added, almost as an afterthought.

"Sera? The short one with the weird crossbow?"

"No, Erevan"

He sighed. "And when am I needed, can it wait till morning?" Eomed asked hopefully. Ideally he wanted to let the alcohol leave his system, or at the very least his breath before any sort of official meeting.

"I'm afraid not. I was told to find you and take you to the hall myself. They almost seemed to expect you'd be drinking and wanted to make sure someone made sure you made it there without falling into a ditch" he said with a slight smirk.

Eomer extended his arm in a very exaggerated fashion, dagger catching the light and glistening as he raised his cloak. "Lead on then".

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

I can't wait to get started, thanks @One Who Tames

Side note: so many 'E' names haha

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

@Gisk That could be interesting for sure. Kind of weird how similar the directions we went in are regarding weapons and armour are with no knowledge of each other's characters.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Eomer of the North

Racial/Ethnic Background: Badlander of Lowlander descent.
Grapple: Standard
Unarmed: 3
Melee Skill: 4
Ranged Skill: 3
Strength: 3
Toughness: 4
Wounds: 1
Initiative: 4
Will Power: 4
Morale: 8
Attacks: 2d6
Weapons: Svärdstav (Swordstaff, 8ft Reach, Piercing), and a small utility dagger (Piercing).
Armor: Brigadine (B 40% / S 50% / P 40%)

Special Rules:

Badlander - You are hardened by your time in the Badlands. Murder, theft and betrayal are all too familiar to you. You have seen the rocky, arid valleys and plains with their carefully guarded fields of poppy plants. You know to stay away from Devenshire in the North least you be chased by the ghostly hunters that patrol the area. You have seen the open ocean from the narrow sandy beach of Sandstone or the towering cliffs surrounding it. You have been chased out of the Great Forest by Centaurs in the South and been chased away by patrols from Iron Harbor in the East. You know to stay away from Gracehaven where many a bandit has turned up mysteriously missing or the walled fortress city of North of Summer. Monsters hunt you during the night and men hunt you during the day. Starvation and exposure are just as likely to kill the unwary with little shade during the day and freezing temperatures at night. When 'civilized' people tell you they've had a bad day, you scoff.

Survivalist - Able to live off the land.

Knowledge (Badlands)

Appearence

A rather untrustworthy, mischievous even, outwards appearance does not assist this man's attempt at reformation, with many assuming Eomer to be a common ruffian in some poorly thought out disguise. Scars litter his lower arms and the majority of his legs, small nicks here and there from sword blades mixed in with the occasional horn or tooth mark from the wildlife native to the Badland Wastes.

Personality

A rather serious young man, presenting a rather cold demeanor and, on the rare occasion, a dry (often dark) humour. To all but a few of the guild he keeps to himself, doubly so regarding his past with only a few of the more senior members knowing, even fewer willing to mention it to the others.

The capacity to commit atrocities still runs cold through his blood, now also accompanied by an understanding of guilt and regret which keep this part of Eomer in check. Two aspects of his personality that have remained wholly unchanged however is his loyalty to his 'family', and his deep desire for wealth (albeit this time, the desire to acquire it legally).

Habits

As somewhat of an isolationist, partly through choice and partly through distrust from other members, Eomer spends the majority of his free time either maintaining or repairing damaged equipment (his Brigadine or Sword Staff mostly, or even the equipment of his guild-mates as a kind gesture) or exploring the surrounding city for leisure, both those approved of by society and those less so.

Character Information

Background: (revealed as the story progresses, as Eomer grows to trust those who surround him)

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Having taken a look at your character sheet, @Gisk, I just might have written a bit too much. Oh dear.

A Fantasy Adventure Focusing on Story and Backed by a Dash of Dice

I personally don't mind where you place this, however it does seem to fit perfectly into the table top title due to the dice role mechanics and the combat proficiency/ initiative stats. If anyone else wanted to join whilst the game is being set up, than in casual/advanced they may be slightly thrown by these systems.

A Fantasy Adventure Focusing on Story and Backed by a Dash of Dice

Haven't worked my way through all the text yet, however I am damn impressed with what I've seen so far. I love it! Count me in for sure.
Kind of getting Fairy Tail cross (Skyrim) Companion vibes. I am loving it.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Cyberpunk/Vampires]

Me haha. While not well executed/delivered, I did enjoy the premise of the Twilight series, even if some of the 'twists' were obvious and very cliche.

Will start writing up a character sheet late tomorrow/ Wednesday as i don't get back till 6pm as I'm visiting a local island doing some ecology studies.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Cyberpunk/Vampires]

@HeySeuss without spoiling too much about the books or the (in my opinion, badly done) film, stalkers are kind of a chimera - a mix of man and cybernetics using the frame of a dead man, wiping his brain of all semblance of self and emotions, and tooled up as unstoppable, undead killing machines, almost terminator like?