Lady Selune

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

@Andronicus23

Warp, warp warp, warp warp warp warp. Warp.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Waits.

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Sinclare D'Etinn

Brettonian Human- Questing Knight Errant

Sinclaire fights as all questing knights do. With sword in hand and courage in heart! A force on the battlefield whose bravado has yet to be matched by any individual, he fights purely for one reason and one reason only- glory. For this reason, it means he actually fits in rather well with the dwarves, some of which who have even given him the honour of calling him 'Dwari'

Clad in thick plate and a layer underneath of mail, and festooned in his knightly colours (blue and gold, of course, anything else would be only befitting of peasantry,) Sinclaire can cleave skaven by the dozen with his greatsword, but falters much more against anyone who actually matches up to him in strength, forcing him to rely on his skill and training in order to best them.

As would be expected from a questing knight of Bretonnia, Sinclaire is a large individual. He stands taller than most other humans, even matching up to some smaller orc specimens- in fact, were it not for his armour and air, he could quite easily be mistaken for a northlander. He carries several sets of weaponry, or rather, his long suffering mount Giltswift does. These include his longsword, a mace, a shield and an arming sword. As would be expected from a proper Breton, he shuns any form of ranged weapon- wading into melee is the only proper way a warrior fights.

Apart from his battle equipment, the Breton carries little. Knights errant do not have the luxury of squires and retainers to carry their gear, and as such he must remain somewhat light. A few changes of clothes, some fine Breton wine and a rather large coin purse is all the man carries with him.

Sinclaire's life is unextraordinary- should one consider being a Bretonnian nobleman unextrodinary. Born into house D'Ettin, a noble-born son then trains almost from birth in the way of the blade. Well trained, he departed on his errant quest almost as soon as he was a fully grown man, and has been on the road for several years since.

In his time, Sinclaire has seen and fought much. Skaven, goblins, the occasional orc and in one particularly nasty case, a necromantic witch have fallen to his blade. As any questing knight would be, his trials and tribulations have not taught him how to temper his spirit, and the man is as wild an untamed as a stallion most of the time. That being said, he does have a... Somewhat capable head on his shoulders, if only since he's managed to avoid having the whole thing taken off.

His travels eventually lead him towards the dwarflands. He was unsure of exactly what he was going to slay there, but when he saw the first sallies into the mines of Karak, he saw his opportunity. Riches! Dwarven weaponry! Fame! Glory! All waiting to be grasped.

If you're wondering why he's 'Sinclaire D'Ettin' in the hider, but Sinclaire De Ettin in his headline, it's because the font didn't have a "'" sign.

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Elves on the other hand....might be able to work them in as a third party or something. I.e. Not with the Dwarves.

@Andronicus23

Kerillian and Bardin shrug.

"Fair enough I suppose."

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Oh I am interested as hell. Would a questing Bretonnian be ok?

Hello! I'm excited to start writing with all you nice people!

@Asterialice

I am living proof that the guild doesn't understand what 'outlandish' means.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

@Gordoth

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

@Gordoth

In my defence, I had about four attacks sailing towards me, remembering them all is hard.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Things were coming towards her. She watched as the anchor swung, actually rolling her eyes as she did so. If they expected to be able to kill her with that swing, they had another thing coming for them. Stepping inside the anchor's guard, she looked up at the figure swinging it around and froze for a second. She may not have had divine blessing still, but divine senses never really faded, and that... That was an undead person. A very powerful undead person. The moment of her being frozen proved to be her downfall, as she stared too much at one target to see the other. That would be the orc crashing into her then.

As she spun through the air thanks to the collision with an orc, she felt something knock her on the head. With a clunk that she felt throughout her entire body, the top of the glaive smacked her on her unprotected head. Unlike some monks, she did not have a brow made of iron, and so that sent her toppling down like a sack of bricks, barely even swaying as she did so. It was as if someone had just switched off her brain for a second, and when she came back to consciousness, she was flat on her back and with a spinning head.

On the bright side, she now had a reason for a headache beyond alcohol. Moaning, she rubbed the top of her head and attempted to sit up, only to fall back down and nearly bash her head open on the flagstones for the second time. She groaned a little and turned over onto her front, using her shield to push herself back onto her knees. "Ow," she managed to mutter out, before her brain finally decided to inform her that it had taken enough punishment today, and her eyes rolled back in her head, the paladin's poor cranium finding itself in another encounter with the flagstones.

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@Gordoth

Your dice are haunted- I've had convention D20s that roll less nat 1s than that.