Lady Selune

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Just to let you folks know that I have a character in the works.

The Sputtering Sun

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The Sputtering Sun

The past few years have been cold. The clans have been grumbling, unhappy, unrest has spread through the lands, but now... Now is when the full terror has set in. Sunna herself burns as she always had, and yet it seems her warmth and her light no longer penetrates this land true. The snow has begun. It has not abated since Winter's grip first set in, but the full knowledge is clear.

Fimbulvinter has arrived. The end of days is dawning.

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Hello folks. According to Norse mythology, Ragnarok is preceded by Fimbulvinter. During this time, the sun does not provide any warmth, and snow constantly falls from all directions for three years straight, with no summer to break it up. With supplies increasingly becoming scarce, great greed sets in amongst the peoples of the world, and brothers fight fathers over a loaf of bread. This will be a low-fantasy RP set in a fictonal Nordic-inspired setting using this mythology, with our characters attempting to navigate these brutal 3 years, potentially even reaching into Ragnarok itself and Sutr's razing afterwards.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

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Boi, happy now?

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Those that had stepped up were already a fascinating bunch... None more so than the slayer. She saw vast amounts of herself in the dwarf woman in front of her, and it gave her pause. Perhaps that could have been a fate for her. Perhaps that was her fate, if she could not avenge the deaths of her family. No dawi wished to share the sad fate of an oathbreaker, but Sadwe knew that she trod that thin line, every step teetering her this way or that, threatening to topple her over the edge and into the abyss of a ginger mohawk and those blue tattoos. Clearing her throat, she stepped forward, brushing away a stray clump of dust.

She was wearing the finest clothing that she could muster. A simple silver necklace hung around her neck, with her hair braided with her normal gold loops. Her gromril ring had been polished until it gleamed (although that was hardly a tricky feat,) and her shoes had been neatly shined. In fact, the shoes were what gave her away. She had only a single pair of boots. They were sturdy and warm, with the top rimmed with wool, but they were the shoes of an adventurer, not of a courtmonger.

She wore a thick woollen dress of a deep forest green, ringed with white. A brooch in the shape of a two-headed axe clasped against her throat, and she walked with a deliberate yet delicate step. "Greetings. It is always an honour to approach one of Grungi's children held in such high esteem." Her voice was light and even, clear and projected so that it would not get lost in the grandness of the room. "I am Sadwe Braybreaker. Thunderer of Karak Norn, taken leave."

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Dwarves trading away gromril? INCONCEIVABLE!

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Sadwe Braybreaker

Username: Lady Selune

Character Name: Sadwe Braybreaker

Clan and Hold (if any): Karak Norn

Gender: Female

Age: 145

Career/Profession (if any) and Skills: A thunderer is, relatively speaking, a new role within the dwarvish community. This does not mean, however, that it is any less effective at slaying the foes of the various holds. As a thunderer, Sadwe is well trained in the usage of most firearms, with a particular proclivity for the grudgeraker. Besides her skill with firearms, she's also a dab hand with a needle- be it stitching clothes or people back together, and, although no engineer, can maintain enough equipment to not be a burden when something breaks.

Equipment:

• Grudgeraker: A rather expensive and well-detailed gruderaker to boot. With gold inlay, runic carvings of grudges yet to be fufilled and an eye for detail that could only be gotten from a dawi, it's truly a well-made piece of equipment. Beyond its beauty, the love and attention that it has received are clear- the weapon never complains when its used, and is always well maintained, all working parts greased and oiled, and bullets ever-ready to thrum out Sadwe's hatred.
• Hammer and shield: Fairly standard fare that any dwarf should be familiar with. A heavy single-handed warhammer for smashing skulls in, without much pomp and circumstance surrounding it, and a thick, sturdy shields to ensure that her own skull isn't bashed in. The shield looks a little nicer than the hammer- with a polished rim and the dual-headed axe of Karak Norn laid over the front of it, but neither item looks quite like Sadwe's grudgeraker.
• Thunderer armour: Not the most resilient of equipment ever used by a Dawi, the armour that thunderers wear is at least sturdy enough to deflect a bolt or catch an axeblow without leaving the wearer bleeding out. Consisting of a full-length chainmail garment, under which padded cloth has been layered carefully, all painted with a hefty splash of red and white- the colours of her native hold.
• Gromril ring: Shining bright on her ring finger of her left hand, any attempts to discern quite how she got a ring of such a precious material are quickly and sternly shut down by Sadwe.
• Travelling supplies: Sadwe's more weighed down than a ranger with her rucksack. Everything that she could possibly need has been neatly organised and packed down tightly, including plenty of food, ammunition, spare changes of clothing, tools to tinker with her grudgeraker and much more besides.

Physical Description: A stocky and somewhat portly lass, Sadwe used to very much be the ideal figure of a dawi female. Now though, years of fighting and training have left her significantly more slim, not that any dwarf with a lick of sense would try to offer their hand to her any more. She has a stern but kindly expression almost permanently etched on her face- any hints of other emotions deeply buried inside of her.

Although not young by any means, Sadwe is not a long-haired lass yet. Her hair, a deep rich brown colour that has only recently begun to have the tinge of silver come into it is clearly well-cared for as is traditional, with the braids done with painstaking detail and held together with fine golden rings.

Background/History: Growing up in Karak Norn, Sadwe learned two things. One, the world was dangerous and unfair, and two, that she was destined to be married off to some long-bearded lad and pump out stunties, a future which she was remarkably ambivalent towards. Even throughout her childhood she showed relative contentment with her life.

The short amount of time she was married was not an unhappy time in her life, but it ended far too fast. A Gor raid ended the life of her husband and her father in one fell swoop, and the previously mild Sadwe revealed a hardened side to her that might have otherwise never come out. There were few objections when she took up the mantle of thunderer- and even fewer once she left them in order to fulfil her oath of killing the same Gor that butchered her family.

Although Barak Varr might be out of her way, the gathering there cannot be ignored. Shouldering her pack once more, she has prepared to voyage out- a great quest to participate in, and maybe, just maybe a chance to strike a few lines off the Dammaz Kron.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

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Sadwe's ready and reporting for duty.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

WIP

Username: Lady Selune

Character Name: Sadwe Braybreaker

Clan and Hold (if any): Karak Norn

Gender: Female

Age: 145

Career/Profession (if any) and Skills: A thunderer is, relatively speaking, a new role within the dwarvish community. This does not mean, however, that it is any less effective at slaying the foes of the various holds. As a thunderer, Sadwe is well trained in the usage of most firearms, with a particular proclivity for the grudgeraker. Besides her skill with firearms, she's also a dab hand with a needle- be it stitching clothes or people back together, and, although no engineer, can maintain enough equipment to not be a burden when something breaks.

Equipment:

• Grudgeraker: A rather expensive and well-detailed gruderaker to boot. With gold inlay, runic carvings of grudges yet to be fufilled and an eye for detail that could only be gotten from a dawi, it's truly a well-made piece of equipment. Beyond its beauty, the love and attention that it has received are clear- the weapon never complains when its used, and is always well maintained, all working parts greased and oiled, and bullets ever-ready to thrum out Sadwe's hatred.
• Hammer and shield: Fairly standard fare that any dwarf should be familiar with. A heavy single-handed warhammer for smashing skulls in, without much pomp and circumstance surrounding it, and a thick, sturdy shields to ensure that her own skull isn't bashed in. The shield looks a little nicer than the hammer- with a polished rim and the dual-headed axe of Karak Norn laid over the front of it, but neither item looks quite like Sadwe's grudgeraker.
• Thunderer armour: Not the most resilient of equipment ever used by a Dawi, the armour that thunderers wear is at least sturdy enough to deflect a bolt or catch an axeblow without leaving the wearer bleeding out. Consisting of a full-length chainmail garment, under which padded cloth has been layered carefully, all painted with a hefty splash of red and white- the colours of her native hold.
• Gromril ring: Shining bright on her ring finger of her left hand, any attempts to discern quite how she got a ring of such a precious material are quickly and sternly shut down by Sadwe.
• Travelling supplies: Sadwe's more weighed down than a ranger with her rucksack. Everything that she could possibly need has been neatly organised and packed down tightly, including plenty of food, ammunition, spare changes of clothing, tools to tinker with her grudgeraker and much more besides.

Physical Description: A stocky and somewhat portly lass, Sadwe used to very much be the ideal figure of a dawi female. Now though, years of fighting and training have left her significantly more slim, not that any dwarf with a lick of sense would try to offer their hand to her any more. She has a stern but kindly expression almost permanently etched on her face- any hints of other emotions deeply buried inside of her.

Although not young by any means, Sadwe is not a long-haired lass yet. Her hair, a deep rich brown colour that has only recently begun to have the tinge of silver come into it is clearly well-cared for as is traditional, with the braids done with painstaking detail and held together with fine golden rings.

Background/History: Growing up in Karak Norn, Sadwe learned two things. One, the world was dangerous and unfair, and two, that she was destined to be married off to some long-bearded lad and pump out stunties, a future which she was remarkably ambivalent towards. Even throughout her childhood she showed relative contentment with her life.

The short amount of time she was married was not an unhappy time in her life, but it ended far too fast. A Gor raid ended the life of her husband and her father in one fell swoop, and the previously mild Sadwe revealed a hardened side to her that might have otherwise never come out. There were few objections when she took up the mantle of thunderer- and even fewer once she left them in order to fulfil her oath of killing the same Gor that butchered her family.

Although Barak Varr might be out of her way, the gathering there cannot be ignored. Shouldering her pack once more, she has prepared to voyage out- a great quest to participate in, and maybe, just maybe a chance to strike a few lines off the Dammaz Kron.

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

The post is kinda skaven-centric. What do the dorfs/dorf supporters get?