IAmAugustReign

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

A new dream added, one about a colony cult and science!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

And another dream!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Added a dream

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Verđandi

Character Name: Verđandi

Race: Human

Class: Valkyrie. A title given to those guardsmen who have faced tragedy and death, yet walk to see another day. Fierce in battle but loyal to their comrades, these warriors guide their people to victory or death, both outcomes deserving of honor and pride when fairly fought for. Verđandi adopted the title after a major battle that nearly wiped out her entire home, having feeling she herself had died there and then reborn to enact justice against the darkness. Valkyries prefer close quarters combat but don't shy away from using ranged options when it suits their cause. They were regarded highly, seen as guardians borne from the willow itself, years of memory and training bestowed upon them as a gift in their time of calling.

Age: 40

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Moonvale, a place long taken by the Darkblight

Moonvale Lore, provided by GM

Nestled in the heart of Eldoria, rested along the banks of the Silvershore River. Its wooden bridges connected cobblestone streets, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted from cozy bakeries. The Silvershore River was the lifeblood of Moonvale. Barges laden with goods—grain, wool, and handcrafted wares—drifted downstream toward distant markets. The River Guild oversaw trade, negotiating fair prices and settling disputes. Their meetings took place in the guildhall, where the walls echoed with centuries-old agreements.

Moonvale’s origins traced back to a humble trading post. Merchants sought refuge there, drawn by the river’s bounty and the promise of fertile land. The town’s name came from the shimmering silver leaves of the ancient willow tree that stood in the central square.

The ancient willow tree in the square was said to harbor secrets. Its leaves rustled even on windless nights, and its roots delved deep into Eldoria’s history. Elders claimed that touching the willow granted glimpses of forgotten memories. Lovers carved their initials into its bark, believing their bond would endure like the tree itself.

Moonvale thrived on community—a patchwork of farmers, blacksmiths, and storytellers. Their lives intertwined like the willow’s branches. Visitors arrived seeking respite from the world’s chaos. They found solace in Moonvale’s simple rhythms, where the river’s song lulled them to sleep.

Moonvale faced an encroaching menace. The once-vibrant town now grappled with fading hope. The ancient willow tree, its silver leaves once shimmering, stood as a sentinel against the approaching darkness.

Townspeople rallied, their resolve unyielding. Blacksmiths forged blades, and farmers reinforced barricades. Yet, the threat defied comprehension. The Silvershore River, its waters no longer a lifeline, served as a feeble barrier.

Lovers clung to each other, seeking solace beneath the ancient willow’s branches. Their whispered promises echoed through the quiet streets. Moonvale’s fate hung in the balance.

As moonlight waned, the townspeople fought bravely. But the menace consumed all. Homes crumbled, bridges sagged, and the scent of decay replaced that of fresh bread. The last survivors gathered near the ancient willow, its silver leaves now ashen.

And so, Moonvale fell—an echo of its former self. The river’s song faded, replaced by eerie silence. Wind rustled through abandoned streets, carrying tales of courage against an inscrutable adversary.

Appearance: Verđandi is a proud and strong woman, having seen years of travel and battle. Her face holds an aura of experience and faith, her posture one of nobility and pride. Light blue eyes like pure ice judge others they look upon, and long, silver hair like wavy clouds cascade from her head, unless theyre pinned up in a haphazard bun. Various wrinkles mark her face originating from the sun, her age, or the stresses of battle. While mostly serious and typically wearing a neutral frown, there are lingering lines of laughter that have joined her other wrinkles. She's not the strongest person ever, but her muscles are notable and her body fit for her duty. She has wide hips and a pear-like figure, the skirt tails of her armor accentuating that fact. In battle, she prefers a full coverage platemail with blue and brown undercoat, though she foregoes the full helmet. Instead, she dons a headdress, fitting like a tight hood, with various hand-threaded sticks, vines, leaves, feathers, and fur, silver beads of various sizes adorning them like hair. This natural tapestry is a tribute of the sacred tree at her long lost home and of the long scattered critters that inhabited the place. When lounging or working, the woman prefers practical wear: pants to skirts, tunics to corsets, boots to slippers. In what little leisure time she gives herself, she seems a working but homely peasant, used to the rigors of homesteading and an earned life. She prefers to use a sword and shield, though has had some experience in using larger weapons. That signature shield is a classic spade-like shape, though the emblem of a long abandoned town gently marks the metal, a depiction of what could either be seen as a tree with sweeping, drooping branches, or a flow of water, falling from some larger origin. Her blade is simple in design, though similarly holds the naturalistic motif of her headdress and shield with the scabbard.

Images

Basic (Not correct armor)

Bare

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

@TaintedMushroom I was thinking of going a (fairly) safer route with a Fighter/Valkyrie type based off an old Skyrim character I made. Gung-ho, noble, doesn't shy from battle, supportive of teammates, all that jazz. Haven't made up a sheet yet since I'm waiting on GM confirmation.

If another wants that type of role, I do enjoy me some stealth/brutal characters too. Fight dirty, hit 'em where it hurts, use the environment, no mercy. I could prolly adjust another character I already have for use in this rp too.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

I seem to keep coming back to this for some reason... It'd be my first small group on this site, so if you've got a spot available and are willing to have a newbie with Group RP, consider me a willing sacrifice - I mean, interested party!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Added a dream and slightly edited the main post.

Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

If you wish to swap scenes from tavern and start off on their journey that's totally cool with me

Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

She could understand that. Working with others that share similar goals was typically the most efficient way to achieve them, if one didn't try and tear the others apart near the end for greater glory. Trinkets and magical items from the mind-flayers could be useful, if not foreign and collectible. Would probably fetch some pretty coin if sold to the right buyer too... but there was the real reason - protection, self preservation, throwing someone else to the masses so his pretty pretty robes wouldn't get splashes of blood or gore staining them. Just like the Thayan.

Her drilling stare softened, morphing into more of a hungry intrigue. Dark forces like those religious zealots or defilers of the dead weren't so much of a concern for her, but that taste of knowledge, of secrets left behind by the tentacle heads or others, drenched in the warm liquid which gave them life - That was what enticed her. If she learned anything from her emergence, it was that this world held many secrets, and no amount of bodies would stand in her way to acquire them. Having a useful tool like this one would be worth the trouble of his predicted complaints, no?

The drow turned, scraping some fingers along the table surface as she returned to that opposite side, back to that bottle left there. She paused, as if thinking, then deliberately took the bottle at the base into her hand, turning halfway to regard Cailyn over her shoulder.

"You've a deal, wizard." She officially accepted his offering, putting bottle to lip, and taking a long swig. "However," She continued, placing that container down and turning further, a 3/4ths facing towards him now. "If for an instant I am unamused, you're on your own. I will leave you to the dark, to the slime, and to the so called mercy of the denizens below." That dreaming smirk confirmed her fantasies, hinting at the images flashing in her mind about his numerous possible demises. With that look, it was obvious she may even stay to watch the spectacle before going about her own way.

"When to leave?"

Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

Those red eyes traced the motion of his hand, but she didn't move to sit as he had indicated. She'd be patient for now, but if he babbled on about nonsense, she'd need a quick way to walk, especially with his aura of magic floating about his person. She didn't have access to magic herself, at least not like he seemed to have, but she could feel that ability from here. If she rejected him and he sought her out, it'd be an interesting showdown, of which she expected to win with the right preparation.

"...A fair exchange," He was saying, diving into an introduction. Ugh, boring. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at his sappy story, though the shift in the air at his finger caught her eye for a moment. Which type of magic did this one specialize in? She forgot the names of the schools, but could remember back to her travels in this region before, and a flash of a memory came to her: The waving arms in the air, the words of power chanting freely, and then a tear in the fabric of reality, claws pushing their way through into their plane of existence. Was this wizard also a conjurer?

A slight sneer curled at her lip. Mind-flayers. She remembered the stories when she was but a child, a dangerous race to deal with but also a useful one if one was clever enough. All she had seen was a squishy and bulbous head, those tentacle appendages that reached for one's face with voracious hunger, and magic beyond most people's understanding. The drow had faced few Illithid during her time, but those she did encounter were not of a fond memory. These cultists that dared worship them were in over their heads; The octopus heads deserved to perish, not have their egos stroked further.

Cailyn summoned from his pack a message, an offering to show her what he spoke generally of. Five thousand for a cult removal? It wasn't bad, though she didn't really need that amount. Gold was always useful though, so she wouldn't say no to something that paid well. With the focus of Illithid lackeys, there was that higher potential for magical treasure or artifacts, which was also a fair bargaining chip for the woman. That sneer disappeared by then, and that precarious grip on the bottle lip loosened. The drow let go of that bottle, stepping up and around the table a little closer towards Cailyn. When she was able, she snatched up the missive, quick like, and scanned it over as he did her.

Indeed, the Duke called for adventurers and others to help reclaim the city from these cultists, and stated that reward of five thousand clearly. She swapped her gaze from the parchment to Cailyn once again though, the wizard finalizing his offer with his own personal goal. A magical trinket did sound entertaining, and with the danger presumed surrounding it, the woman was quite intrigued.

Yet...

Those bloody orbs narrowed at the mention of the word 'friend', but she didn't make a move towards him this time. It'd be a shame to be kicked out of the tavern after arriving so recently, and she doubted they'd enjoy the new bloodstains on the floor. Instead, she flung the memo into the air, a toss back to him and the table on her right side, as if it were merely an unwanted drawing from a child.

"And how many other 'friends' have you recruited for this errand?" Her eyes were piercing, boring holes if they could into Cailyn's own. It wasn't that she was against working with others, but being strung along by someone else's incompetence or hurried away from the potential hidden loot was something that irked her heavily. Besides, more people meant less share of the rewards. Why should she risk herself for a lesser amount of gold if there were more people? She could just go and do it herself at that point, even take the trinket he sought for her own. She had the skills to hide herself, she had the poisonous blades, healing items, and if things got too heavy, the concealment grenades and natural ability to summon darkness would help as well.