Fetzen

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Fetzen

Yeah sure. Sorry, I thought I left a message. My internet was down for about a week there. It's back up now but I've got a lot I need to catch up on.

@Bright_Ops

Okay. @Meiyuki, @shagranoz and I have already gone ahead as a window of opportunity to cross one of the timezone barriers was wide open yesterday, but perhaps we can work Draco in ? titanpad.com/ReEGOsKzMf

Btw. I'm likely available till late night (local time) today.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Bravado, huh ? If I am to follow you there I should probably try to buy a stronger horse, shouldn't I ? Do you know where I could get such a beast or perhaps accompany me there ?" Aside from that, he would need supplies as well.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

That was surprising. Marcus' own daughter. Hell how lucky Madawc had been for her father not getting trapped in his somewhat ambiguous wording. Anyway, the more human part in him felt glad that this issue had been solved in a very peaceful way, and both parts of him agreed on that it was good to have that issue solved. With obvious pleasure, the demon-man collected his part of the money.

"So, what are you gonna do with all these coins, Xavier ?"

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984
Madawc was moving surprisingly fast once he had entered the residence. When he encountered a servant, he asked straightforwarldy for Marcus, telling the other person about the reason why he had to talk with the man of the house as soon as possible. It was still daytime so he was likely not sleeping yet and hopefully present in this building.

The search ended up with him and Xavier being lead into the very same room the mission had started in, but they were left waiting for Marcus for several minutes. Given how surprisingly fast they had come back, this was something to be excused. When the rich man finally entered, Madawc went ahead: "So.. we've slain the beast. In fact, Xavier has brought someone back from the cavern, hoping that someone can take care of her." Seconds later, he noticed that he should probably have added something like 'in a positive way' to his last sentence. To 'take care of' someone who had been along with and tortured by such a creature for the sake of its own will COULD be misinterpreted...

Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar took a wry look at Vata, his mind was like How concentrated on other things must someone be in order to not notice a metal crate being shoved across the room and screaming for its life when I put myself on it. He didn't tell the other man his thoughts as he didn't want to stir up things again now that they were just settling down so nicely.
"Just call me Vaughtar, that's my name." he responded with a friendly look.

The gargoyle left his crouching position, hearing someone being slapped in the background. During his walk back to the crate, he felt addressed by one of the two men he had already thought of being some sort of team. The fact that the poor guy accepted just another bash without fighting back underlined this thought. They seemed to know each other very well.

Vaughtar didn't accept the hand offered to him by Wolfe immediately. It was just so unusual for someone to reach out his hand towards him, especially for someone who basically didn't know him at all. A somewhat embarrassing delay of several seconds later, he finally grasped it, trying to be gentle. No matter what however he couldn't take away the sight of his own stone-grey hand literally devouring that of Wolfe, with his claws reaching further up the lower arm. He was very carful to not let them touch the Corporal's skin - a random spasm would probably have lead to a bloody incident right now.
"Hello. I'm Vaughtar." Half of the things Wolfe had said were unknowns to him: What was a SAW gunner and a Corporal ? The latter one sounded like some sort of rank... And of course he had no idea about the biblical Goliath and even less of an idea about the Goliath Hirsch was referring to. "Well, erm... I hope I don't get caught up in a fight. And may I ask why your friend is so ecstatic ?"

Torn Across the Rift

How do you delete a post because for some reason my post got put up twice.
Also just gimme a shout if I've fluffed up on anything

@Arty Fox

You could make a post deletion request to the moderators. There is no way of deleting a post by oneself.

Shieldlands (Viking) RP

Yngvarr Agmundsson

Location: Border between Skagastrond and Bellara

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The man with the red mane was tired. Very tired. It wasn't just because he had been travelling for more than ten hours since this morning or because he had been repeating this for days, but he was also mentally exhausted. The day was bright, but his spirit was dark. These damn raiders! If it had not been for them, he would never have felt any need to do what he was doing right now.

The way he was going on wasn't the main road. He had deliberately decided not to use that because, if he was honest to himself, he was afraid. What if he was attacked a second time ? He couldn't rule out this, random things did happen, even or especially if they were bad ones. Yngvarr just hoped that using a more remote route that was seldomly used by traders or more noble persons would reduce the likelihood of such a double event.

The incline was steep and his feet were sore. His horse was sweating like he did, though it was only loaded with his supplies. Yngvarr didn't posess a real map of the area, he was just hoping that the distances from one village to the other were short enough for not having to rest under the open sky. So far, his gamble had worked, but he was less and less sure that it would continue to do so as he currently couldn't see any end of this terrain.

Shieldlands (Viking) RP

Name: Yngvarr Agmundsson

Age: 31

Gender Male

Title/Rank/Occupation:
He bears neither title nor rank and he is not actively promoting the fact that he is more than an ordinary blacksmith. Aside from that, recent events have made him workless.

Image/Appearance

Yngvarr

As a rough approximation:Source: anghorkheng @ DeviantArt

Yngvarr is about 6'4. His hair is bright red and tends to be long enough to flutter in the wind like a banner around his sharp features. The growing beard is consequently cut off his pale skin. More than a decade of his profession combined with a very strong natural tendency has added a ton of muscle to his frame. He has a lot of scars, but apparently not from combat as they are mainly located around his wrists. He is noticeably overweight, but nothing really serious if compared to his muscle.

Skills/Professions:

• Above average - Yngvarr is tremendously strong, but only negligibly skilled at fighting. Crafting weapons for customers doesn't mean that you have to use them themselves on a daily basis. However he can use his frame and strength to wrestle enemies down who don't have weapons.
• High level - Experienced blacksmith capable of smelting his own metals and creating magic runes. This requires a larger amount of his own blood and will weaken him for a considerable amount of time.
• Unusual amount of knowledge about magic in general.
• Devourer of feasts and drinking sprees.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc.:
He has a tendency to be on the sceptical side and rarely really laughs if you don't count the times while he's drunk. This happens rather often as he chronically overeats and drinks a lot. Making a conversation with him can sometimes be a bit of a challenge as he is very blunt, sometimes even nasty. On the other side, he is anxious to say anything that could make other people think that he is more skilled or of a higher rank than he actually is, however he doesn't have any such hesitations when it comes to making people underestimate him. Yngvarr knows his abilities on the battlefield are very limited and it makes him envious, though he would never admit it.
He is not only a blacksmith, but also does not believe in the stories about the era of magic being gone for good. For him it's a myth created to hide a huge gap of knowledge and his own success on that field perfectly confirms that opinion - at least in his mind.

Biography:
Yngvarr was born in Alviora. His father, Agmundr, ran a small smithy in the coastal village of Hragar, mainly producing and maintaining equipment like nails, rivets and arrowheads as all of this was required by the local fishermen and hunters. He never relied on other smelters but instead refined the strong Skagastrond ores himself, passing this knowledge to his son as well, but also forcing him to stick to his business. Yngvarr wasn't exactly happy with that, so when his father found his natural death, he was free to do what he wanted, and that was starting to forge true weapons and armor. Which blacksmith doesn't want to reach the supreme discipline ? Some day, a customer confronted him with something he had never seen before: A sword enhanced by a rune, a rune that actually worked. His curious nature and pride just couldn't stand not being able to do anything about it, so he took the funds he got and travelled to Skagastrond himself where it is more likely to find any knowledge about this topic - but it was nothing that could be learned within a few days or weeks. His venture lasted longer and longer until he took permanent residence in the northern land. He had talent and a certain intuition, so he became successful. But the fact that only few people know about real runes and even fewer can afford them ensured that magic always remained a small part of his daily business - the vast majority of things he crafted was still entirely ordinary. The emphasis here has to be put on the past tense - the small village he lived in has been raided. He has lost his shop and a lot of his former posessions. At this moment, Yngvarr is travelling farther north, hoping to be able to rebuild his existence in Bellara.

Equipment:

• One of the advantages of being a blacksmith is that you can skip a lot of the profits other people make along the supply chain, so he is in posession of a high quality custom set of armor for his body: Chainmail for legs, arms and torso and a helmet.
• A round shield reinforced with richly ornated metal, but there is a deliberate dent in it. A hidden rune dramatically increases its durability. The thing was originally created by him in order to slyly give one of his blacksmith colleagues something to think about. It took the competitor a lot of time and a lot of wear on his tools to find out that this thing is kinda... unrepairable. Thrashing onto it can be considered harmful for one's own weapons, especially swords.
• Small knife, definitely hand-crafted and ornated with a small amout of noble metals.
• food, water and ordinary clothing sufficient for a prolonged journey
• horse

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Bright_Ops
Do you want Draco to participate in the second meeting with Rebecca ? I and shagranoz are likely going to do it soon because it's pending.

Torn Across the Rift

Someone please remind me to let Vaughtar climb a wall in Goliath-style at least once when there's the opportunity :) And I get the feeling that he and two certain marines will become good friends within hours.