@EldarionI I'm sure he'll....GROW...on us.
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A piece of snow hit me in the eye when I walked out to my car. Is this how I become the superhero known as Snowman?
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My Coworkers asked me what I've been doing this morning and they couldn't understand roleplaing. Maybe because they're old? Or....dumb?
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Looking to get my creative juices flowing. Currently working a boring desk job instead of writing. Figured this would be a good way to have fun and create with others :D.
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I think the obvious way is to have a battle spring out somewhere near by? Someone could try to hire a bunch of people for a secret mission that ends up being for one group or another?
@DragonofTheWest #Izabel
Izabel slipped out from under her bedding. The icy chill of the everwinter biting at her exposed skin once again. A familiar feeling. She soaked it in for a moment, and then began to cloth. Wrapping her fitted leather armor around her, tightening it, pushing her heavy breasts to her chest. She felt right again. Emblazoned with blue dye, it matched her eyes. She pulled her dull orange hair up into a pony tail and slipped on her large dire wolf fur coat.
Two coin to stay in the pub tonight. Her first stop in Adaria, a steal it seemed at the time. And now she knew why. The sound of yelling and fighting in the bar rung through her room like a dying vorntbeast.
"You get what you pay for idiot." she said under her breath.
Outside she heard a call for fighters to join the war. She wasn't that stupid, or that desperate. Not yet. She had got by on odd jobs well enough. Killing a darkuz here, slaying a group of bandits there. It's the way she liked it really, but everyday it seemed more and more likely that everyone in the kingdoms would have to join a side. "I'd quicker return to Baldafik," she thought to herself, a smile came across her face as she finished putting on her boots, the ridiculousness of her own thoughts pushed their way out and she chuckled.
She picked her bag up off the floor and removed her greataxe from its clasps, making her way out the door and down the stairs, resolute to remove herself from this dung hole and find a job, so that she could wake up somewhere a little less rambunctious.
She passed a stunning woman and a dwarf as she past the corner. Some type of prostitute by the look of her. The dwarf wasn't exactly handsome, but had equipment that looked fitting of a Gerndorth, probably a Mountain Tank if the scars on his face were any tell. The thought of one of their super warriors having to pay coin for pleasure brought a smile to her face. This wasn't a strongehold, his accomplishments as a warrior didn't mean shit to the rest of the world. They were equals here, except she didn't have to pay for a good fuck.
She walked down the stairs, another sight to behold. A small brawl between an armored man and a patron. Yawn. She walked by pushing herself through the door. On the other side were two soldiers, probably coming to check on the noise. She attempted to pass between them, without making eye contact. The last thing she needed was questions on where her battleaxe came from.
Izabel
Izabel slipped out from under her bedding. The icy chill of the everwinter biting at her exposed skin once again. A familiar feeling. She soaked it in for a moment, and then began to cloth. Wrapping her fitted leather armor around her, tightening it, pushing her heavy breasts to her chest. She felt right again. Emblazoned with blue dye, it matched her eyes. She pulled her dull orange hair up into a pony tail and slipped on her large dire wolf fur coat.
Two coin to stay in the pub tonight. Her first stop in Adaria, a steal it seemed at the time. And now she knew why. The sound of yelling and fighting in the bar rung through her room like a dying vorntbeast.
"You get what you pay for idiot." she said under her breath.
Outside she heard a call for fighters to join the war. She wasn't that stupid, or that desperate. Not yet. She had got by on odd jobs well enough. Killing a darkuz here, slaying a group of bandits there. It's the way she liked it really, but everyday it seemed more and more likely that everyone in the kingdoms would have to join a side. "I'd quicker return to Baldafik," she thought to herself, a smile came across her face as she finished putting on her boots, the ridiculousness of her own thoughts pushed their way out and she chuckled.
She picked her bag up off the floor and removed her greataxe from its clasps, making her way out the door and down the stairs, resolute to remove herself from this dung hole and find a job, so that she could wake up somewhere a little less rambunctious.
She passed a stunning woman and a dwarf as she past the corner. Some type of prostitute by the look of her. The dwarf wasn't exactly handsome, but had equipment that looked fitting of a Gerndorth, probably a Mountain Tank if the scars on his face were any tell. The thought of one of their super warriors having to pay coin for pleasure brought a smile to her face. This wasn't a strongehold, his accomplishments as a warrior didn't mean shit to the rest of the world. They were equals here, except she didn't have to pay for a good fuck.
She walked down the stairs, another sight to behold. A small brawl between an armored man and a patron. Yawn. She walked by pushing herself through the door. On the other side were two soldiers, probably coming to check on the noise. She attempted to pass between them, without making eye contact. The last thing she needed was questions on where her battleaxe came from.
whats the name of the city this is happening in, or is there two different ones, I see at least two names lol
@EldarionI he very good, but also part of the problem. Dwarf men and their fighting groups.
@BrightSteelWell, what is age among dwarves
Hey everybody, I'll get a post out later today. just caught up on IC's.
Izabel Beldafik (She gave up her stronghold name and now simply goes by Iz or Izabel)
Age: 38 (appears 20)
Iz was born underneath mount Beldafik. Most of her early life, she spent sparring with the boys instead of learning her daily duties. The stronghold was traditional, the men fought, and the woman did everything else. Iz didn't like this one bit. She tried to change it, to prove she was as good as any man. She cleared the trials of Croxius single handily, she brought the congregation the head of a Firemander. They still didn't respect her, she still wasn't a warrior in their eyes, so she left. Out of the stronghold, she can be a warrior, a sellsword who shows results, and earns the respect she deserves.
Iz has a drive to succeed, to prove herself against any challenge. She can be hotheaded when she feels challenged by others, or looked down upon, but underneath the hard exterior, she is a caring and loving person. She often misses the family and the few friends she had at Beldafik, although she would only admit this following a good drink. Iz dislikes men for the most part, and sees them as rude, she will jump into a fight she can't win to protect a woman she feels is in danger.
Powers: Iz is trained in the art of giant axes and carrier one nearly as tall as herself upon her back. Iz has strength beyond that of most other humanoids due to her bulky frame and low center of gravity.
Strengths: A strong will, drive to succeed.
Limitations: Height, Gender within dwarven culture, going it alone.
Sexuality: Izabel is currently questioning, she has slept with boys from her stronghold, but has found an attraction toward human females since leaving (she has never followed up on these feelings to date.)
Age: 38 (appears 20)
Iz was born underneath mount Beldafik. Most of her early life, she spent sparring with the boys instead of learning her daily duties. The stronghold was traditional, the men fought, and the woman did everything else. Iz didn't like this one bit. She tried to change it, to prove she was as good as any man. She cleared the trials of Croxius single handily, she brought the congregation the head of a Firemander. They still didn't respect her, she still wasn't a warrior in their eyes, so she left. Out of the stronghold, she can be a warrior, a sellsword who shows results, and earns the respect she deserves.
Iz has a drive to succeed, to prove herself against any challenge. She can be hotheaded when she feels challenged by others, or looked down upon, but underneath the hard exterior, she is a caring and loving person. She often misses the family and the few friends she had at Beldafik, although she would only admit this following a good drink. Iz dislikes men for the most part, and sees them as rude, she will jump into a fight she can't win to protect a woman she feels is in danger.
Powers: Iz is trained in the art of giant axes and carrier one nearly as tall as herself upon her back. Iz has strength beyond that of most other humanoids due to her bulky frame and low center of gravity.
Strengths: A strong will, drive to succeed.
Limitations: Height, Gender within dwarven culture, going it alone.
Sexuality: Izabel is currently questioning, she has slept with boys from her stronghold, but has found an attraction toward human females since leaving (she has never followed up on these feelings to date.)
@1Hawkeyes I hear you. I've been about the same with summer coming to an end. Everyone at my work is in crisis and every weekend is packed with real life plans x.x
Ally soared through the air over the two buildings, it almost looked like film. She landed safely. This had been one of the few parts of crime fighting in Long Beach that Zoey wasn't afraid of. Her time as a lacrosse keeper had made her quick on her feet, and lunging and jumping had been one of the few things she felt she excelled in. With staff in hand she ran toward the edge and leaped across, using the staff to maintain her balance as she landed on the other side. She might not have looked down, but the adrenaline was still pumping through her, she put the butt of the staff down on the ground and expelled to the group "Easy Peasey!"
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