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Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Sorry about the latter half of my post, I was tired and wanted it done so the quality fell off a bit. I'll try and edit it to pretty it up without changing what happens.

Edit, also sorry @Blenheim for not getting my post done sooner and causing your need to 'rewind'.

Edit 2: Don't worry about rewinding to match up with my post. I'll be editing in a bit about him missing the group (due to his low light vision I think).

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Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Kolrim 
Night prior to departure, Gallant

Kolrim was relaxing in one of his favorite places within Gallant. He found it during a brief stay and had made a point to visit any chance he had. Now that he had moved to the riverside city permanently he was able to stop by much more often. The Dwarf was sitting on a simple wooden chair on the third floor of a semi-ramshackle inn and tavern next to an open window. He grinned to himself as he heard the not so distant clanging of metal on metal. Blacksmiths were hard at work, just across the street. The sounds and smells that drifted through his window were soothing to him, though he was unsure add to why. He had no skill at the craft himself. 

He was smoking his favorite brand of pipe tobacco. A rare treat that he had to save up for in order to afford as it came from a particularly sensitive strain that only grew in the Kinglands. The pipe itself was a recent purchase. The Dwarf contemplated the small item in his gnarled hand. It was expertly crafted out of gold sheen obsidian, and because of that, it was also the gaudiest thing he owned. He sighed, pulled deeply from his new pipe and blew out an excellently shaped smoke ring. He chuckled to himself softly as he watched the ring drift away from him. Such an odd thing for one like him to purchase. He had saved up, as he normally did, in order to fund his next attempt to find a way back home. However, after several years it became apparent that he was out of avenues that he had not already explored. Thus he had built up a small fortune, enough so that he could afford his little bauble without exhausting his funds. Failure on the one hand, and success on the other. Black and gold. A suitable symbol for his coming centennial anniversary he thought with a frown. 

"Bah." He muttered to himself as he stood from his chair, rubbing his chin through his beard as he tried to clear his thoughts. Lingering on such things did him no good. He had obtained membership to the Shield Brethren guild not too long ago and had completed only a handful of simple tasks for the guild thus far. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was called on to risk life and limb for the organization again. For someone in his line of work it was not something to agonize over, but simply recognized as a normal part of life. He earned his keep by risking his neck and possibly taking the lives of others, be they human or... other.

Just then a knock sound at his door. He 'Harrumph'ed at the interruption, but made his way over to the door. It's hinges shouting their need for some attention and oil with a loud squeak. Kolrim laughed with a loud and single,  "Ha!" Upon sighting his visitor, a messenger from the guild had arrived. "Speak o' the devil..." he muttered. 

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The next morning...
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Kolrim was standing by the gates that the group of guild members he was to join up with should exit the town, his travel pack leaning up against a wall next to him. He had been filled in regarding their task and that he was a late addition to the group. The sun had not yet risen, yet there was already a steady stream of travelers passing through the gate. He kept an eye out for the group he was to join up with as he stuffed a wooden pipe with a cheaper brand of tobacco leaf. As he lit the pipe the sun started to rise. 

He grunted softly as he squinted in the light if a new day, his eyes taking some time to adjust. Time passed, his vision back to normal. He never saw the group pass him by while his eyesight was poor. He continued to wait, keeping a vigilant, though useless, watch on those who were leaving the city.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

I got super busy after posting my character sheet, I'll be working on a post tonight with a goal for it being done NLT Monday night.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Kolrim

Character Name: Kolrim
Racial/Ethnic Background: Outsider - Dwarf
Grapple: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Skill: 3
Ranged Skill: 3
Strength: 3
Toughness: 5
Wounds: 2
Initiative: 3
Will Power: 4
Morale: 8
Combat Sense: N/A
Attacks: 2d6
Weapons: Warhammer (Bashing or Piercing), 5x Throwing Axes (Slashing), Short sword (slashing), dagger (piercing)
Armor: Half Plate B 40% / S 50% / P 40% and Heavy Shield (4+)

Special Rules

Special Rules:

Heavy Armor Training: May use heavy armor without penalty.

Heavy Shield Training: May use heavy shields without penalty.

Stalwart: Does not suffer the usual moral damage from Assault actions. Immune to Terrify.

Armor Mastery: May re-roll failed armor saves.

Low light vision: Can see in dim or dark conditions provided there is some light. Has trouble adjusting to a rapid shift in brightness.

bio

Kolrim stands at four feet and ten inches and is nearly as wide as he is tall. His frame is heavily packed with muscle and littered with scars both large and small. A few of which were from his life prior to Terrenum. His skin, where it is not scarred, is weathered and worn. Most would guess his age to be in the 40s or early 50s. His hands are extrememly calloused from many years of hard larbor. He has a large black beard that goes past his belt buckle. His hair is also long, reaching to his shoulders, but not nearly as long and luxurious as his beard. His eyes are a granite gray in color and his gaze is often just as hard as the stone.

Kolrim came to Terrenum 100 years ago, and like all Outsiders, has a bad case of amnesia regarding who he was prior to coming to this land. His particular case was bad enough that he still cannot recall his clan name (though he somehow knows he had a clan). This has been the cause for a great deal of stress for him at times as he feels somehow compelled to reconnect to this 'clan'. Not knowing anything about it besides that he called it a clan mid-conversation has provided him very little in the way of leads. He has spent over fifty years questing for a way to go back to wherever it is he came from and has traveled far and wide in search of answers. But all of his efforts have come to naught. He stopped actively searching for a way to return decades ago and his hope of ever returning to his homeland is all but extinguished. This has caused him to slip into depression more than once, and with this year being the centennial anniversary of his arrival has put Kolrim in a more dour mood than usual. He has naturally questioned why he was yanked from his previous life to come to this land, and at one point he wondered if the non-outsiders of Terrenum may be somehow responsible for it. He determined, however, that such thoughts would do him no good. Though the seed of that pondering still lingers.

He first arrived in Terrenum in Kingsland and was taken in by a kindly peasant family there by the name of Higgs. When between leads for his quest he would stop by and check in on the family. While the original family members have all passed away now he stays in contact with their decedents, at this time is their great-great grandchildren. At first he was not sure what to do to support himself in this new world. He started with simple manual labor jobs, typically lifting, hauling, or moving materials. Some employers worried that his short stature would make him slower or weaker than others. More often than not his endurance allowed him to out perform the other workers.

After some time had passed a few sparse details have come through the haze of his memories that are more like a gut feeling than a specific recollection. He knows he is a Dwarf, and that his stature is actually on the upper side of average for his race. He knows that Dwarves are long lived (many times that of a normal human) though he does not know how long nor does he know how old he is. While working in a mine he recalled methods and practices that would enhance the efficiency of the mine's operations. Later on he realized that he had some degree of skill at melee combat and was familiar with melee weapons and armor and how to use them. In order to fund the quest he had embarked upon after he first arrived in Terrenum, Kolrim often either worked at the nearest mine in an advisory capacity or, if that was not an option, was a sellsword. Over the years he has worked as a bodyguard, caravan guard and occasionally hired on to help deal with a monster problem.

Kolrim returned to Kingsland and the Higgs family and stayed near them for several years after the end of his quest. They are only people he really cares about. However, after a time, he grew tired of the strict hierarchy and class system used in Kingsland. Being unable to improve his station in life rubbed him the wrong way so he resolved to return to the Lowlands to see if he could earn a more comfortable lifestyle there. He arrived in Gallant a few months ago and joined up with the Shield Brethren shortly thereafter.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Have to say, I was super tempted to take dark vision even with the light blindness, but having my character blind like a mole was a bit of a turn off. Maybe I'll have my back up character have dark-vision though :B

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I feel personally attached.

@Nyther

Attached or attacked? :B

BTW, OOC isn't up yet right? Not rushing things, just making sure I didn't miss it.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Default visions are normal light, low light and dark. Normal light is what we all see normally. Nothing special. Dark vision is the ability to see in pitch black with no light source bit suffer from light blindness during the day; basically a reversal of light vision. Low light is like cat’s eyes. Lowligjt vision can enhance small amounts of light to see at night and such. Low light does not let people see in pitch black and makes you vulnerable to sudden drastic changes in luminosity (bright to dark or dark to bright) as the eyes try to adjust. Low light especially is vulnerable at dusk and dawn when the light changes.

@One Who Tames

How bad is light blindness? I'm considering getting dark vision for my character.

Btw, interesting (and logical) mechanic for vision. I'm used to the D&D version where there are no downsides to low light or dark vision.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

I currently have a CS in thr works. Excited to join up with the group!

Hello World(s)!

I appreciate the welcome, thanks @Ruby!