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Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

I'll give it a bit to see if anyone else is around and what they might do before I post. If no one does I might just send out a bunch of @mentions to see if the others are interested in continuing.

The Absent King

"Just wait until I get my hands on a proper flute," Aust said with a smile in reply to Alan's compliment. While he was familiar with many instruments and had a deep, smooth singing voice, the woodwind was what he preferred. Unfortunately, he had been forced to abandon his silver flute some time ago in a hasty escape from an ambush along his way back to the Ytharien. Since then, he had been unable to find a suitable replacement.

While Annara defended the quality of her performance, Aust simply smiled and went on sharpening the long dagger that he usually wore at the small of his back with the hilt within reach of his right hand. His longbow, already strung, rested against the log he was using as a seat. He had already changed back into his usual clothing and donned his armor and covered it with his cloak. The feathered ends of a handful of arrows were visible over his right shoulder and the strap of the quiver cinched his cloak tight to his upper body.

For his part, Aust thought Annara sung and acted rather well. The dress was small for her after all, not that the roguish swordsman he portrayed onstage would find anything to complain about there. When she showed off her form in the circle of firelight, he was forced to admit to himself that he shared that sentiment on some level. After so much time in Areta he often found himself more comfortable in the company of humans than with his own kind.

When the human woman spilled some of her wine and closed her eyes in prayer, Aust glanced her way and raised an eyebrow. It was a custom he knew of, and mostly he was curious as to why she seemed to prefer not to do it openly. Lost in thought, he only managed to turn his eyes away when she started to open hers. If she did not want others knowing or speaking of it, it was no business of his. Her compliment, combined with his thoughts over the past several moments, brought a mild tint to the elf's usually stoic features. Hoping that the ruddy glow of the fire would hide the color, he finally spoke up about the task ahead of them.

"Let us just hope they have the sense to leave quickly and peaceably. Nobody has to die tonight, but neither should we hesitate to defend ourselves. Remember, a broken rib or slashed arm is likely to get our message across and send any but the bravest running if they confront us." It had taken a little practice, but Aust had become used to fighting non-lethally when the situation demanded it. It was unfortunate and understandable that people would defend their homes, but it did not mean they had to pay for it with their lives.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Bryn I've mentioned this previously, but it was before you joined us. As Winter Queen, your character would know the entirety of Grim's true name. Just wanted to make sure you know.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

I'm still here. Hope some of the others are too.

Darkest Dungeon: Into the Depths

Sitting up and stretching his arms toward the sky with a yawn, Grim greeted the new day. He awoke in a hollow formed by the roots of a towering dead tree just outside the graveyard. Remembering then that he had chosen the spot because he thought the dead tree over the place of dead men fitting, he smiled under his mask. The leather of that object had once been a stark white, but now droplets of blood spattered the face of it and grime discolored the edges. The rest of his garb was in a similar state, but still functioned for its intended purpose.

Pushing himself to his feet, Grim inspected his belongings to make sure they were all there. Satisfied, he dusted himself of and started toward the tavern and his newest gig. Someone wanted to pay him a lot of money for his skill, and he wasn't about to say no to that. After all, they must have sought him out specifically. No reason for that effort to go to waste. Strumming at random strings as he walked, he made his way toward the building making a soft but discordant tune. It appeared that he was a little late to the party, as several others were already in attendance.

"I have arrived! We can get started now." he declared, tone jolly despite the slight rasp in his voice. He punctuated the statement with a strum across his instrument before stilling the strings with his gloved palm.

Darkest Dungeon: Into the Depths

Name: "Grim Sonata" (Vincent Alexander)
Age: 24
Class: Jester
Appearance:

Personality/Motivation: Grim is eccentric, to say the least. He believes that every other living thing is an adoring fan, or should be. Instability rules his mind, and he often says and does things that make no sense. His motivation? Spread his fame to every corner of this dark and twisted world!
Phobias/Mental Ticks: Egomania; the world is a stage, and Grim is the star player. He sees everything a little differently, and sometimes the spotlight takes him places he ought not to be (like the front of an adventuring party). Compulsive; some moments simply demand appropriate musical accompaniment, and Grim must play. No matter the threat to himself or others, he will take up his lute.
Biography: Grim was born and grew up among a troupe of traveling mummers and bards that ranged far and wide to bring their arts to the world. Even when he was young, it was clear to those around him that he didn't see things the same as everyone else. His musical talents however, seemed almost unnatural. Nobody could sway the emotions of a crowd so well as he, and he seemed able to know or compose a song at a whim.

Eventually, Grim decided that he no longer needed to share the spotlight with those around him. The world was his stage, and this supporting cast was growing old and tiresome. Before moving on, he killed every last member of the band in their sleep. For a time, he would wander alone and continue the life of a traveling bard.

Darkest Dungeon: Into the Depths

@Nobodyman123 Bio's up.

The Absent King

Name: Aust Galen
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Aust stands at 5'7", and bears the fair features and lithe form common to his race. Hard, wiry muscle lies beneath his sun-browned skin, both a product of many years in the harsh desert environment. His hair was once a deep brown, but it has lightened over the years into sandy blonde locks that fall to his shoulder blades. Ageless eyes the color of storm clouds look out from beneath an angular brow. His flesh is unmarred, with the exception of two faint scars that run from the outer corners of his eyes and down his cheeks like tear tracks. Generally, he prefers simple cotton clothing that covers much of his body to protect him from sun, sand, and heat. Even indoors or in more comfortable climes, he has grown used to his attire and rarely changes it. For battle, he dons leather armor before covering it with the outermost layer of his robes.

Brief character concept: Aust is something of an advance scout for his people. Sent away many years ago, he has spent quite a lot of time among the various peoples of Areta. Using magic to disguise himself, he was even able to briefly ingratiate himself among those serving the royal family. For the most part, he has spent his time traveling among the Eretol to learn as much as he can about the land and it's people. Now that the Ytharien have come, he has rejoined them to share his knowledge and lend his blade, bow, and musical talents to their efforts.

History: Nearly fifty years ago, Aust was a shaman and healer of some renown among his people. Growing up with his small family at the edge of society, that is where he remained when they eventually moved on. He made his own way at the edges the elven territories, practicing woodcraft and magic as a means of survival. When he occasionally crossed paths with travelers he treated them with respect and hospitality regardless of their race, as though the tracts of wilderness were his own home and he had invited them. More common were those who sought him out for one form of help or another.

One such visitor, and elven maiden by the name of Mirri, sought him out time and time again. At first, the she-elf engaged his services in an attempt to save her ailing mother. Aust would visit their home nearly every season to do what he could, but was never able to do more than ease the elderly elf's discomfort and shore up her failing health. This lasted several years, and during that time a bond formed between Aust and Mirri. When eventually her mother passed, Mirri gave up her home to travel with Aust.

For nearly twenty years the pair traveled together and were happy. All good things, however, must come to an end. During a particularly harsh storm, Aust and Mirri were separated near the border of elven and human territories. After eschewing food and rest for a full day, the elf eventually located his partner and love. Once the storm had passed, she had approached a group of humans and asked for their help and hospitality. The men had proven to be slavers, and took her captive. Aust spotted his lover among the men from afar, and settled in to wait for an opportune moment to free her.

Late that night, Aust snuck into the slaver camp. In darkness and silence, he slipped into the tent where Mirri was being kept while most of the twenty slavers were gathered around their fire. So focused was he on freeing her that he did not sense it when a guard crept up from behind. They had expected someone to come for the she-elf. The leader of the group was determined to prove to the stubborn elf that they both belonged to him now. Bound in heavy chains, Aust was forced to watch as his lover was passed between men around the fire like no more than a bottle of liqueur. When they were finished Mirri was tossed aside like trash, where she lay completely still in the dirt.

Pushed beyond the point of reason and helpless to do anything else, Aust called to his magic. Something he had once considered unthinkable, he used the forces of life and creation to bring a violent end to the men around him. Twenty lives were snuffed out like so many candles in a strong wind. Still numbed by shock and the adrenaline rush brought on by the situation Aust felt neither grief nor regret, which struck him as extremely wrong. Still not thinking clearly, he etched these things permanently into his flesh. Even if he could not feel them in that moment, he would forever bear the scars both upon his heart and his face.

Disgusted by the fact that he had twisted his magic against its intended purpose, Aust decided for himself to become an exile. He left elven lands behind of his own will, determined to wander further than he ever had before. It was then that he met Lothren and originally joined the Ytharien. He did not remain long, however, volunteering to be dispatched as a scout into Areta.

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The Absent King

Meh, can't really think of anything very good at the moment. I'll try again after I sleep.

Both links work fine for me, but I'll add the images in hiders as well. I warn you, one of them is fairly large.

The Absent King

Alright, I lied. Got a little excited reading over the lore and everything, so I got started. Here's what I have so far.

Aust Galen

Name: Aust Galen
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Aust stands at 5'7", and bears the fair features and lithe form common to his race. Hard, wiry muscle lies beneath his sun-browned skin, both a product of many years in the harsh desert environment. His hair was once a deep brown, but it has lightened over the years into sandy blonde locks that fall to his shoulder blades. Ageless eyes the color of storm clouds look out from beneath an angular brow. His flesh is unmarred, with the exception of two scars that run from the outer corners of his eyes and down his cheeks like tear tracks. Generally, he prefers simple cotton clothing that covers much of his body to protect him from sun, sand, and heat. Even indoors or in more comfortable climes, he has grown used to his attire and rarely changes it. For battle, he dons leather armor before covering it with the outermost layer of his robes.

Brief character concept: Aust is something of an advance scout for his people. Sent away many years ago, he has spent quite a lot of time among the various peoples of Areta. Using magic to disguise himself, he was even able to briefly ingratiate himself among those serving the royal family. For the most part, he has spent his time traveling among the Eretol to learn as much as he can about the land and it's people. Now that the Ytharien have come, he has rejoined them to share his knowledge and lend his blade, bow, and musical talents to their efforts.

History: (WIP)

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