Leo Khan

Aldrak | Fantasy RP

Name: Arlann Vaedendril
Age: 24
Race: Half Banek-Half Imot
Class: One handed and shield.

Hearth-Keeper

currently being forged

Shield

Affiliation: Neutral for the moment, harbors strong dislike for the King.
Appearance:

Arlann Vaedendril

Profession: Arlann is considered the best blacksmith in all of Aldrak, save for the Royal blacksmith. He was taught by his father to work steel and by his mother’s brother to wield it.
History: Arlann was born in Torit, to a Banek father and an Imot mother. His father was a blacksmith of a small town called Alondell while his mother and her brother were two Imoti rangers, fleeing a bounty in Quath. When Arlann was born, his parents resolved to teach him three things, to love your steel, (whether you’re working it, or wielding it,) to love your country and to love your family. These are values that Arlann holds dear to this day. Arlann feels that the king is destroying one of the things he loves. Arlak is meant to work in harmony, not to be dominated by a bloodthirsty madman. Arlann knows that soon, his neutrality will come to an end. Therefore, he’s glad his uncle taught him to wield a blade. Arlann is in the process of forging his perfect sword, so as to protect his country and his family.

Personality: Arlann is normally a friendly and trustworthy guy, until you mess with his friends, or if you're one of the King's men. Some would call him plain and typical.

The Citadel Stories

K.C. threw his sword, watched it pierce the confused hag through her left thigh, spun in the air, caught the staff, threw it at the creature and landed with a roll. He stood in time to see the creature fall, the staff pierced the back of her neck and through her throat. The beast lay face down on the ground. "Well," K.C. called, clapping his hands. "Job's a goodun." He strode to the body and removed the weapons from it before kneeling and examining. He was about to start taking notes, when the creature erupted into flame and disappeared, leaving a body shaped burn on the dry, fall grass. "Strange." K.C. muttered, mostly to himself.

The Citadel Stories

"You got it Cuzzo!" K.C. started to run circles around the creature. "Crowe, when i tell you to, lock your blades together and toss it to me!" he called, using magic to pick up his speed. Soon, K.C. was a blur. He twirled his sword as he ran, the friction against the air almost causing sparks. Once his sword was almost glowing, K.C. leapt into the air. "Now!" he yelled.

@SaikaAnge

Aldrak | Fantasy RP

Its kind of hard to not be Tolkienesque when deal with medieval fantasy fiction. I mean he kind of set the precedent for the genre of modern fantasy fiction, along with C.S. Lewis. I dont think i've read a book or played a game or seen a tv show/movie that dealt with fantasy that didnt borrow from Tolkien. @CAS1006

Aldrak | Fantasy RP

Im gonna make a half Banek half Imot

Aldrak | Fantasy RP

Can we be a hybrid or halfling race? @Ayemdar

Aldrak | Fantasy RP

You know i'm in @Ayemdar

Roleplaying group - looking for friends.

Gotcha! I say after [@MonsterousMan] puts his up, one of us make the voting page. Heck we could have emissaries from all 3 kingdoms be a part of it if we wanted. That way no one feels slighted. @ScreenAcne

Roleplaying group - looking for friends.

Translation: Are we making our kingdoms in a fantasy universe or are we staking them in an alternate history?

Am i correct? @ScreenAcne

Fallout: Peregrinate

Completely forgetting about the woman, Roman reached into his back pocket, removed a nuka cola and offered it to Jax. "Hadrian Kelly. You can call me Roman." He stuck out his hand.