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Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Sjalvolki Gorassos

The tent quickly finds itself filled up to the brim with a bunch of eye-catching people and things. From just a simple gaze, Sjalvolki could pinpoint a diversity of different species: a bug-thing with a notepad, an extremely large man with an interesting set of clothing and weapon-choice, a much larger entity that is the stone golem, and now an extremely aged Kaimerian that is probably the same age as the Sun Elf. For his own immediate surroundings, the Elf could hear the singing and mutterings of a man. Sjalvolki could spend all day and night observing these colorful persons, but the Elf had a much more concerning job at hand. Sjalvolki turns his attention to his own horse. The tent already had too many people in it, and it likely does not need a horse right now. Before Sjalvolki signals his mare to leave the tent, the Elf digs through a few bags attached to his beast of burden. Sjalvolki pulls forth a tied cloth bag before the Sun Elf speaks a few words in elvish, bearing a distinct Sun Elf dialect, towards his horse. The mare calmly moves between the mass of people and then outside of the tent, freeing up much-needed space for Sjalvolki and Magdalene.

“I’m Sjalvolki,” the Elf notes to Magdalene, translating his native name to a more understandable version in common language. Even then, the name is very foreign and bears a distinct elfish tone and pronunciation. The Elf lowers himself, placing pressure on both his two whole feet as he squats down to the level of Maggie. Sjalvolki keeps a reasonable distance from Magdalene, respecting the woman’s personal space in hopes of not stressing her all too much. Extending his left hand, Sjalvolki offers something towards the distressed Magdalene. The item offered was a small tied cloth bag. The aroma of sweet sugar and apricots (dried candied apricots) permeates the local air. It is a smell that most would find very pleasing, especially for anyone with a sweet tooth.

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@Whoami

It has been done.

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A soft reboot

I am here. Sam will be here.

My Father is an Assault Helicopter!?

I see.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Sjalvolki Gorassos

Traveling from Orthos to the Bone Sea and then towards Hope Passage was an interesting task for Sjalvolki but not a hard one. The Sun Elf knew every single way and path towards anywhere in Deadwood. Hope Passage was the destination. It was located in the Bone Sea, more specifically within proximity of the Bonewater. Without much delay, Sjalvolki rode his horse towards his goal in the shortest time possible. Main roads were avoided as Sjalvolki preferred to ride along the historical route that his tribe once, and still does, take in their annual migration patterns. Those were normally the safest and quickest way to anything, compared to what others would have taken. In the Bone Sea itself, the Wysaro-Fields was the most traveled pathway for the Sun Elf. It was a sea of just sand and dust, with barely any bones to be seen. An oddity for the Bone Sea since that is its namesake, but the acute heat had caused many animals to avoid this small patch of land. Multiple Sun Elf tribes took the Wysaro-Fields in the upper northern part of the Bone Sea in travel towards Ethos or Orthos. No danger of animals or people here since they would be all dead. The heat itself was no issue either since Sun Elves are known for their extreme adaptation and resistance to the most hellish of heated places.

Sjalvolki later joined up into a larger caravan near the coastal roads. Normally, Sjalvolki never would do such a thing but he assumed that they were all for the job. So, the Elf rode alongside multiple others. Sjalvolki took a glance at the party, noticing many others. A band of interesting people here, he noted to himself. Before long, Sjalvolki arrived at the camp. The guards stopped the man on top of his horse, spears tipped at him and his beast of burden. Sjalvolki showed the guards the piece of paper, the invitation, from his pockets. The guards nodded and pointed deeper inside the camp. Sjalvolki rode in as the guards processed the others behind him. Hope Passage reminded the Sun Elf of his early childhood, where his tribe would set up temporary camps here and there in their migration pattern. But Sjalvolki had a task at hand to do, and remembering his older memories was not one of them. The Elf beckon his horse to walk towards the large tent within the middle of the camp.

Sjalvolki jumped off his horse, guiding the horse along inside the encampment. Wishing to not bother anyone with his friend here, Sjalvolki opted to find a nice corner to “park” his horse somewhere. The corner that was not packed with someone was the one that Magdalene was at. In turn, Sjalvolki led the horse to said corner. Thankfully, Sjalvolki had an extremely well-behaved horse, who happens to also be the same age as the Elf as it was his first gift as his birthright in his tribe.

“Hope you don’t mind my friend here. I just have some trust-issues with people coming near my horse...So, what’s your name?” Sjalvolki opens up to Magdalene, turning to the woman as he places a hand on one of the large bags that the Elf’s horse has. Something is odd about this Elf. His movements are shaky, panicked. At any point, the Elf’s body is moving, twitching, and never at ease. But his voice would say otherwise. It is a smooth and calm voice; a delicate one. Nor does he have a dialect of any sort. The way that he pronounces words is largely on-point with those language manuals used to teach others how to read and write properly if Magdalene saw those before in her life. For appearance, Sjalvolki was a heavily armed and armored person: packing chainmail, a kite shield, a mace, a metal helmet, and a composite bow, along with arrows to the side.

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@Dog I saw it and thought "Waaaait a second...That's not a blacksmith."

@Dark Cloud

It is not a blacksmith, but a massive hulking ogre, but not the green-kind that likes hang out with a donkey. Not yet anyhow.

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Magharmaw, The Great Devourer

Magharmaw

Great Devourer

Tank

Personality
Despite his looks, Magharmaw is quite a calm and nice person. Outside of combat, he speaks in a soft voice and likes to talk about food and dogs (mainly dogs). Not only that, Magharmaw is highly supportive of others and their goals, whatever that may be. He enjoys the company of others and hopefully, they enjoy him. When it comes to combat, Magharmaw is a wholly different beast entirely. The title of Great Devourer is not just a fancy title given to him out of nowhere, friend. He is highly violent in combat, brutally butchering anyone in his path.

Blessings
Devourer - Magharmaw has been noticed and blessed by the Lord of Hunger for his past feats of great feasting, a result of Magharmaw ‘s never-ending need for food and drink. The ogre now has the ability to cook very wonderful food, but most importantly Magharmaw can eat any fallen (or not so fallen) enemy (meat, metal, etc) and restore portions of his strength and health in the process.

Curses
N/A

Relics
N/A

Gold
150

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@Dog Dark Souls? Andre the Smith.

@Dark Cloud

Never played dark souls before. I'm gonna make a d w a r f.

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@Dog Don't tell me...Your character is named Andre? Right?

@Dark Cloud

W h o