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@Rune_Alchemist@A Lowly Wretch@Pyromania99

Reinhardt's iron grip on the ropes finally released the massive beast's body fell limp. With a gentle huff, the knight leapt to the ground with hefty thud, dusting himself off idly as the glow from his chest would slowly fade. He eyed the battlefield calmly, his left hand reaching about his side to dislodge a pair of arrows that had embedded themselves between a gap in his plates of armor. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the pair of shafts and jerked his wrist sharply; the two projectiles falling to the ground, their heads coated in a thin layer of crimson.

Before the Knight would return to the keep as his Queen had ordered, he browsed the selection of weapons that had been left behind by the slaughtered bandits, quickly selecting a sword and sheathing it on his hip before turning toward the gate-- only stopping for a moment as he'd turn his attention to Od. "You might be able to regenerate from any injury..." he spoke coldly; his voice held in a stoic monotone, "I'd advise you stop hurling yourself at the enemy that recklessly. You expose yourself to unnecessarily taking blows that reduce your combat effectiveness to land attacks you should be able to manage regardless. It's unbefitting of a knight."

Without waiting for a response, he'd continue on toward the keep.

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@Rune_Alchemist@A Lowly Wretch@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

As the beast fell-- it's rider leapt high; the Tuatha's axe raised high as he seemed intent on targeting right beside Reinhardt.

The knight grit his teeth as he clenched his hand tightly around a gravelly bit of soil; tension building in his thighs as he prepared to dodge the incoming attack... But the strike would never come, the queen herself parrying the blow-- and issuing an order to subdue the beast, rather than kill it. A low grunt escaped Reinhardt's lips as he'd launch himself up and onto the wall, barking an order at the nearest militiaman, "You. Toss me a rope."

With but a moment's hesitation, the militiaman tossed the knight a bundle of thick woven rope, and with rope in hand Reinhardt leapt down the wall, sprinting toward the Mammoth once more. Though his comrades had already done much to bind the creature-- it was still fighting it's restraints. With a concise, swift motions the knight wrapped the rope about the beast's neck, and with an end in each hand, he placed his feet atop it's head and pulled with all his might!

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@Rune_Alchemist@A Lowly Wretch@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

Again and again and again Reinhard blade swung down. Bones snapped, wood splintered, and the ground ran red with blood. Even as the sharpened steel held tightly in his grasp began to crack and roll at the edge from the sheer abuse placed upon it-- the knight pressed on. Only when the order to engage the bandit archers came did Reinhardt give pause; turning his gaze to the treeline. Hefting up one of the many corpses littering the ground, he'd use a dead bandit to shield himself from the constant volley of arrows, opting to continue cleaving his way through those who would still seek to rush the gate-- his comrades seemed to have the archers handled.

Cleaving his way through a shield and three more bodies, a sharp 'snap' would ring through the air as his blade finally snapped-- but that was of little concern at the moment; as the leader of raid would at last reveal themselves.

Reinhardt grit his teeth in anger, "It just had to a Tuathan mage and elder beast, didn't it...."

Only barely listening to Od as she ran up to him, the man wasted no time hurling her over his head in a smooth, singular motion like a living spear at the bandit leader!

He himself however, opted to charge the raid leader's mount head on.

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@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR@A Lowly Wretch

As the other members of the queen's retinue tore into the ranks of oncoming bandits, Reinhardt remained stealthily concealed within the tall grasses; awaiting any would-be stragglers that thought they'd make it all the way to the gate. Despite the utter slaughter happening around the bandits-- the few that survived the onslaught; rather than breaking and fleeing for their lives, seemed to almost believe reaching the gate would make them safe...

Such narrow thinking was almost pitiable, but as a Knight, Reinhardt was duty-bound to cut down the would-be raiders without hesitation.

He did not hesitate.

The first of the bandits to draw near Reinhardt's position would see only the glow of something like molten iron-- before flashing steel would cleave through his side and splatter viscera across his knavish fellows. The second had barely a moment to scream before the Knight's fist connected with his chest, his ribs buckling and breaking under the sheer force of the blow as he was thrown across the plain like a child discarding a doll. The third froze in terror as his helmet split beneath the force of Reinhardt's blade; splitting the poop bastard straight down the center.

A child of the Dragonslayer stood before the gate, his chest blazing like a blacksmith's furnace, and his armor coated in gore. His cold and focused eyes watched for those who would dare to approach the settlement still.

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@Rune_Alchemist

Reinhardt let out a quiet sigh as he made his patrol about the southern rampart. He'd been been at Airedale a bit over a month at this point and the most action he'd seen was dealing with a single case of petty theft. It was much more peaceful here than it was back home. Though it was admittedly rather boring at times... It wasn't bad. The knight paused his patrol, closing his eyes as he inhaled the cool breeze that drifted over the side of the wall; the barest smile playing at the edges of his lips.

The frantic ring of a bell shattered the silence.

It took Reinhardt only a moment to identify the source of the sound. "North gate, eh?" he muttered, unhooking his helm from his waist and affixed it neatly atop his head as he jumped down onto the streets below. With all haste, the man would quickly arrive at the North gate, sword drawn and chestplate alight with a dim orange glow. Taking quick note of his surroundings, Reinhardt stepped out the gate and stealthily lowered himself into the tall grasses that bordered the Northern wall. To face an enemy you could see coming was one thing, but to but set upon suddenly by a foe strong enough to cleave grown men in half? That kind of thing had the power to make most men turn tail and flee the moment organs started flying.

And thus Reinhardt would wait, creeping forward ever so slowly-- eagerly waiting to receive the first of the bandits' assault force.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Rune_Alchemist@PKMNB0Y@Click This@Crusader Lord
"Fer fahk's sake!" Donovan cursed as he laid eyes on the gelatinous monster tearing apart the hunters that had no doubt been waiting for the expedition team to step out of the ruins. While he'd been expecting Soyala to have some kind of 'welcoming committee' prepared, Don hadn't expected things to already be going down the shitter already.

Without so much as a single word to tip off anyone to his intention, Donovan surged forward; hammer held tightly in hand. From what he could tell, the damn creature was amorphous and likely didn't have any bones or normal organs. However, the upper humanoid portion of the monster didn't seem to shift at all... Maybe its vitals were up in that area? There was only one way to know for sure.

Rushing the massive blob with [Divine Haste], Donavan launched himself above the creature and swung the point of his warhammer down at what seemed to be the head; aiming to cast [Point Fracture] through his weapon the moment it made contact.

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The Unbreakable Blade of Reinhardt

Name: Sir Elias Von Reinhardt

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Abilities:

[Blood Of Fafnir]

_{Fafnir was once an Elder Beast of fire and might that ruled over a Clan of Giants with brute force alone. Upon slaying the beast; Sir Sigurd von Reinhardt took Fafnir's strength as his own, the ancient Dragon's stolen might becoming inherent to House Reinhardt for generations to come. This power; bound to the Reinhardt bloodline, often manifests as a birthmark in the shape of Fafnir's final wound and located over the heart.}

[Peak Human]

_{Though his sheer strength alone makes Reinhardt capable of crushing stone with his bare hands, his other physical capabilities are top-tier when compared to his fellow man.}

[Magic Sense]

_{Despite having no magical ability of his own, Reinhardt is decently capable at detecting the flow and presence of magic.}

[Expert Swordsman]

_{Though not among the best swordsmen in the land of Albion, the countless hours of practice Reinhardt has put into his swordsmanship can hardly be disregarded.}

[The Unbreakable]

<sub>Due to Reinhardt's tendency to return from battles unscathed, rumors would suggest the man's skin to be impenetrable by normal means... However true such a thing might be-- no one quite knows for certain.

Recent events have revealed that there may be more to Reinhardt's seeming invulnerability than it would at first seem....</sub>

History:

Reinhardt. The name of a knightly house that has served the people of Albion since the rule of it's first king. A house renowned for producing heirs of unmatched physical might and tenacity-- as well as some of the most legendary beast slayers Albion has ever known. Charged with eliminating threats in the Northeastern territories of the kingdom, House Reinhardt upheld its oath to protect the people of Albion even centuries after the King had met his end.

But every vigil is destined to end eventually.

Through the countless years of fighting beasts and brigands and Fomorians alike, the overwhelming strength of the once great house was whittled away bit by bit. Constant fighting against tireless enemies slowly drained the House's numbers, ancient heirlooms were lost, stolen, or destroyed, what little crop the territories could muster was consumed just as fast as it could be produced. By the time Elias Reinhardt had come into the world, his mother, father, and uncle were the last of the Reinhardt line; the walls of their once venerable Castle Reinhardt crumbling and the many chambers within it's halls left dirty, and unkempt.

Even as the end loomed over what remained of house Reinhardt, the Lord of the house; ever dutiful to the people of Albion, still raised Elias as a knight. At age eight, Elias was was taught to wield a sword. At ten, he was taught to hunt. At fourteen he learned how to harvest useful materials from the bodies of beasts. At sixteen the young man was Knighted, and at eighteen the young warrior even managed to successfully drive off a great vulture; an Elder beast of misfortune, from the Northeastern territories.

At twenty-two years old, the young Elias Reinhardt was dispatched to face the most dangerous foe he'd ever faced. A Tuathan scholar that had been studying the nature a Fey artifact that had been discovered in the region had been driven mad by the twisted magics of the Unseelie, and threatened to make the lands of the Northeastern territories even more of a wasteland than they already were. For ten moons the Knight fought the mage; their battle raging without repose through night and day alike...

It is said that the young Reinhardt; though his armor and weapon had been broken beyond repair, returned to Castle Reinhardt without so much as a scratch... But forever changed.

Now the young knight travels South to the town of Airedale, carrying a letter addressed to the one rumored capable of saving the land; the very king his family had once so faithfully served.

Anything else:

• Elias is the first of house Reinhardt to leave the Northeastern territories since the end of the first King's reign.
• Despite his family's reputation as beast hunters, Elias himself seems to avoid people associated with the elder beasts.
• Elias has a tendency to accidentally break his weapons.
• The Reinhardt family birthmark often gives off a dull orange glow that intensifies proportional to physical effort.

Memorials

"All this destruction... This great ruination of our Kingdom... You who would turn our legacy to little more than a smouldering pile of ash... Tell me--"

"Was it worth it?"

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@Rune_Alchemist

Rendition Numero Uno

Reinhardt the Unbreakable

Name:Elias Reinhardt the Unbreakable

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Abilities:
[Blood Of Fafnir]
Fafnir was once an Elder Beast of fire and might that ruled over a Clan of Giants with brute force alone. Upon slaying the beast; Sir Sigurd von Reinhardt took Fafnir's strength as his own, the ancient Dragon's stolen might becoming inherent to House Reinhardt for generations to come. This power; bound to the Reinhardt bloodline, often manifests as a birthmark in the shape of Fafnir's final wound and located over the heart.
[Peak Human]
Though his sheer strength alone makes Reinhardt capable of crushing stone with his bare hands, his other physical capabilities are top-tier when compared to his fellow man.
[Magic Sense]
Despite having no magical ability of his own, Reinhardt is decently capable at detecting the flow and presence of magic.
[Expert Swordsman]
Though not among the best swordsmen in the land of Albion, the countless hours of practice Reinhardt has put into his swordsmanship can hardly be disregarded.
[The Unbreakable]
Due to Reinhardt's tendency to return from battles unscathed, rumors would suggest the man's skin to be impenetrable by normal means... However true such a thing might be-- no one quite knows for certain.

History:
Reinhardt. The name of a knightly house that has served the people of Albion since the rule of it's first king. A house renowned for producing heirs of unmatched physical might and tenacity-- as well as some of the most legendary beast slayers Albion has ever known. Charged with eliminating threats in the Northeastern territories of the kingdom, House Reinhardt upheld its oath to protect the people of Albion even centuries after the King had met his end.

But every vigil is destined to end eventually.

Through the countless years of fighting beasts and brigands and Fomorians alike, the overwhelming strength of the once great house was whittled away bit by bit. Constant fighting against tireless enemies slowly drained the House's numbers, ancient heirlooms were lost, stolen, or destroyed, what little crop the territories could muster was consumed just as fast as it could be produced. By the time Elias Reinhardt had come into the world, his mother, father, and uncle were the last of the Reinhardt line; the walls of their once venerable Castle Reinhardt crumbling and the many chambers within it's halls left dirty, and unkempt.

Even as the end loomed over what remained of house Reinhardt, the Lord of the house; ever dutiful to the people of Albion, still raised Elias as a knight. At age eight, Elias was was taught to wield a sword. At ten, he was taught to hunt. At fourteen he learned how to harvest useful materials from the bodies of beasts. At sixteen the young man was Knighted, and at eighteen the young warrior even managed to successfully drive off a great vulture; an Elder beast of misfortune, from the Northeastern territories.

At twenty-two years old, the young Elias Reinhardt was dispatched to face the most dangerous foe he'd ever faced. A Tuathan scholar that had been studying the nature a Fey artifact that had been discovered in the region had been driven mad by the twisted magics of the Unseelie, and threatened to make the lands of the Northeastern territories even more of a wasteland than they already were. For ten moons the Knight fought the mage; their battle raging without repose through night and day alike...

It is said that the young Reinhardt; though his armor and weapon had been broken beyond repair, returned to Castle Reinhardt without so much as a scratch... But forever changed.

Now the young knight travels South to the town of Airedale, carrying a letter addressed to the one rumored capable of saving the land; the very king his family had once so faithfully served.

Anything else:

• Elias is the first of house Reinhardt to leave the Northeastern territories since the end of the first King's reign.
• Despite his family's reputation as beast hunters, Elias himself seems to avoid people associated with the elder beasts.
• Elias has a tendency to accidentally break his weapons.
• The Reinhardt family birthmark often gives off a dull orange glow that intensifies proportional to physical effort.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

You think I'd pass on a chance to feed my crippling lore addiction explore yet another facet of a setting I absolutely love?

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

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