I'll give a vote for the Blackfyre Rebellion aswell...considering that apart from the Targ Bastards there is also nice sidedishes in the form of the Bracken & Blackwood feuds, though if our particular group is going to go alternative universe where will we commence? With a tourney?
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All right here is mine:
Haelion Vae du Magna'mearah
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yN1LDL4s_SSzRkqaoyE3OxdBfN0stVTdv5UgMbJKIyc/edit?usp=sharing
Basic Information
Name: Haelion Vae du Magna'mearah
Age: 28
Gender Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Genasi (Air)
Class: Cleric, Life
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Backstory
Haelion is a Prince of the Skies, the noble lineage he belongs to stretches far back from the early pages of history, but you'd likely not heard of him unless you're keeping up with the Genasi Royalty.
Yet as with all Air Genasi they have the tendency to wander. To explore. To drift on the currents and getting involved in the schemes of the children of other races.
Haelion himself, was challenged by one the mewling Gods claiming that he would not be able to understand the hardships of those lesser than him. That he had ne’er walked one mile in their shoes.
Disregarding the preposterous notion that he Haelion Vae due Magna’mearah had no sense of compassion, he claimed that if this God found it so horrible, then why not alter fates. After all, Gods were supposed to have the power to do that.
After getting a lecture about the intricate innerworkings of the law of ‘Free Will’ Haelion had waved the issue aside claiming that was a poor excuse of not wanting to get one’s hands dirty.
It was at this moment however when the clever trickster of a god sprung its trap.
After all, if Haelion knew better, then why not offer a demonstration. He would beget some of the God’s powers and cultivate them and whilst he wandered he could show his delicate touch regarding matters of fate, or in this case Life & Death.
Perhaps it had been the Summerwine, perhaps Haelion had been too careless, but in his lapse of judgement he had agreed upon the terms….and found himself transported…transported to a temple.
In this particular temple there was one of the most horrible persons ever to have existed.
A ancient old bat called the Mother Superior.
A hag to be sure, wielding her threats with a smile, loving all manner of creatures except him it seems.
Slavedriver.
That was what she was.
He should have smited her there and then…but he had a nasty suspicion that even Death himself rather stayed far away from the tiniest of grannies.
Thus the Noblest of Princes was pushed into a Healer’s role, forced to start with the poorest of the poor. His pristine, lilywhite hands were put to work. Surrounded by all the filthiest orphans, he scrubbed all of them clean, upon instructions of the Mother Superior. He was then ordered to give out soul cakes, basically hard stale bread that was deemed enough for the poor to live on.
If he ever wanted to break all his teeth all at once, then he would try and eat one of those.
He did like the part where they shook down people for money, although he was told not to threaten the miscreants, he learned that the old bat had a trick or two up her sleeve as well, she might not threaten them, but she certainly could guilt them into giving. The granny had it down to a fine art.
Now after cleaning up the dredges of the city, she send him out in to the world, to heal the hurting and to help the needy…
And so he went. He would grow more powerful and bring forth a better world. Also as a bonus he would ultimately put that lousy god in its place, maybe he would even supplant it.
Haelion Vae du Magna’mearah…The God of Life, The Merciful.
Plus my rolls:
Haelion Vae du Magna'mearah
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yN1LDL4s_SSzRkqaoyE3OxdBfN0stVTdv5UgMbJKIyc/edit?usp=sharing
Basic Information
Name: Haelion Vae du Magna'mearah
Age: 28
Gender Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Genasi (Air)
Class: Cleric, Life
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Backstory
Haelion is a Prince of the Skies, the noble lineage he belongs to stretches far back from the early pages of history, but you'd likely not heard of him unless you're keeping up with the Genasi Royalty.
Yet as with all Air Genasi they have the tendency to wander. To explore. To drift on the currents and getting involved in the schemes of the children of other races.
Haelion himself, was challenged by one the mewling Gods claiming that he would not be able to understand the hardships of those lesser than him. That he had ne’er walked one mile in their shoes.
Disregarding the preposterous notion that he Haelion Vae due Magna’mearah had no sense of compassion, he claimed that if this God found it so horrible, then why not alter fates. After all, Gods were supposed to have the power to do that.
After getting a lecture about the intricate innerworkings of the law of ‘Free Will’ Haelion had waved the issue aside claiming that was a poor excuse of not wanting to get one’s hands dirty.
It was at this moment however when the clever trickster of a god sprung its trap.
After all, if Haelion knew better, then why not offer a demonstration. He would beget some of the God’s powers and cultivate them and whilst he wandered he could show his delicate touch regarding matters of fate, or in this case Life & Death.
Perhaps it had been the Summerwine, perhaps Haelion had been too careless, but in his lapse of judgement he had agreed upon the terms….and found himself transported…transported to a temple.
In this particular temple there was one of the most horrible persons ever to have existed.
A ancient old bat called the Mother Superior.
A hag to be sure, wielding her threats with a smile, loving all manner of creatures except him it seems.
Slavedriver.
That was what she was.
He should have smited her there and then…but he had a nasty suspicion that even Death himself rather stayed far away from the tiniest of grannies.
Thus the Noblest of Princes was pushed into a Healer’s role, forced to start with the poorest of the poor. His pristine, lilywhite hands were put to work. Surrounded by all the filthiest orphans, he scrubbed all of them clean, upon instructions of the Mother Superior. He was then ordered to give out soul cakes, basically hard stale bread that was deemed enough for the poor to live on.
If he ever wanted to break all his teeth all at once, then he would try and eat one of those.
He did like the part where they shook down people for money, although he was told not to threaten the miscreants, he learned that the old bat had a trick or two up her sleeve as well, she might not threaten them, but she certainly could guilt them into giving. The granny had it down to a fine art.
Now after cleaning up the dredges of the city, she send him out in to the world, to heal the hurting and to help the needy…
And so he went. He would grow more powerful and bring forth a better world. Also as a bonus he would ultimately put that lousy god in its place, maybe he would even supplant it.
Haelion Vae du Magna’mearah…The God of Life, The Merciful.
Plus my rolls:
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Either going Druid or Cleric....putting a character up later today.
I'm keeping my eye on this.
"No," Corvo said, standing up swiftly as he addressed the master of the house. "No, we've wasted enough time here."
Then with a scornful look towards Gerhardt, he continued, "If what you say is true then we will find no aid here no matter what. More aside, I will not bow and scrape for some blinkered theocrat when we could be back home rallying what remains of our forces, of our people, so that we might mount a resistance while we still can. For Gaia's sake, what are we even doing here in the first place?"
His spirit inflamed, Corvo turned hotly towards the door whilst declaring his convictions aloud, "We fled when we should have fought!"
A chair fell backwards as three heavy thuds passed by Corvo's ear and embedded into the wooden door in front of him.
There trembling still were three sharp, thin blades, the width of two fingers and as large as a humanhand.
"You want to fight? You miserable arrogant little ingrate, have not enough people died?" Gerhardt cast at him."Thousands have given their lives attempting to protect what they held dear, but guess what?! It wasn't enough. They weren't enough!! Your father, Your Mother blasted to the high heavens never set one foot on the battlefield to bleed with those poor sods that were called on to fight." Gerhardt told him coldly.
"Oi, easy now Brother."
"No. I have been going easy on him too long." He spoke coldly as he pointed to the door.
"If you want to throw your life away go ahead. Don't expect me to save your pompous ass again, if you are truly that blind that you think you actually have a shot at this and know better, by all means, prove me wrong, walk out that door!" He narrowed his eyes.
"But if you do, don't expect me to follow you. It will be your folly and yours alone."
Gerhardt turned around to drink from his cup.
"But I will make you a prediction for what will happen to you...You'll never reach Belisio. Aside from the fact that you have no means to buy passage back to a wartorn nation, the moment your haughtiness gets the better of you any shrewd man with a mind for business will have put two and two together and sold you out to the Vaimese. Now as a slave and a prince of Belisio guess what they'll do to you? They'll parade you through the streets, like a prize, they'll torment ever hour of your life from that point on and ultimately you'll be butchered upon the altar of their choosing. Your head cut off, balmed and preserved, to display as a victory trophy.
You'll become the instrument to break the back of any sort of rebellion, for who would unite them and be able to lead the nation, when the last of the royal line died?!" Anger festered and bubbled to the surface.
"You think I liked leaving those in my care? Those that had come to depend on me for their survival? For their daily bread? You think I did not want to fight a fair fight? That if given the chance I would not rather have stood with my old friend or safeguard his kin, when fate forced me unto a different path when I stumbled upon you? Do you know what went through my head?! That I thanked the heavens for the lady Fortune safeguarding the future, for giving Belisio a chance at all, that there might be some small measure of hope left despite all of it?" Gerhardt threw his cup at the prince's head, making sure he missed him by a hair.
"Go ahead! Go and run! You'd best hurry 'your majesty'." He snarked before adding.
"Grow a spine boy. Save your regrets and anger for when you're actually in a postition to use them. But if I wasted and risked my life for an impetuous ingrate, by all means leave and save me the trouble of actually caring." He picked up the chair and made a dismissive wave to Corvo. "Either you put some faith in us or you fuck off and do whatever you think is best."
Then with a scornful look towards Gerhardt, he continued, "If what you say is true then we will find no aid here no matter what. More aside, I will not bow and scrape for some blinkered theocrat when we could be back home rallying what remains of our forces, of our people, so that we might mount a resistance while we still can. For Gaia's sake, what are we even doing here in the first place?"
His spirit inflamed, Corvo turned hotly towards the door whilst declaring his convictions aloud, "We fled when we should have fought!"
A chair fell backwards as three heavy thuds passed by Corvo's ear and embedded into the wooden door in front of him.
There trembling still were three sharp, thin blades, the width of two fingers and as large as a humanhand.
"You want to fight? You miserable arrogant little ingrate, have not enough people died?" Gerhardt cast at him."Thousands have given their lives attempting to protect what they held dear, but guess what?! It wasn't enough. They weren't enough!! Your father, Your Mother blasted to the high heavens never set one foot on the battlefield to bleed with those poor sods that were called on to fight." Gerhardt told him coldly.
"Oi, easy now Brother."
"No. I have been going easy on him too long." He spoke coldly as he pointed to the door.
"If you want to throw your life away go ahead. Don't expect me to save your pompous ass again, if you are truly that blind that you think you actually have a shot at this and know better, by all means, prove me wrong, walk out that door!" He narrowed his eyes.
"But if you do, don't expect me to follow you. It will be your folly and yours alone."
Gerhardt turned around to drink from his cup.
"But I will make you a prediction for what will happen to you...You'll never reach Belisio. Aside from the fact that you have no means to buy passage back to a wartorn nation, the moment your haughtiness gets the better of you any shrewd man with a mind for business will have put two and two together and sold you out to the Vaimese. Now as a slave and a prince of Belisio guess what they'll do to you? They'll parade you through the streets, like a prize, they'll torment ever hour of your life from that point on and ultimately you'll be butchered upon the altar of their choosing. Your head cut off, balmed and preserved, to display as a victory trophy.
You'll become the instrument to break the back of any sort of rebellion, for who would unite them and be able to lead the nation, when the last of the royal line died?!" Anger festered and bubbled to the surface.
"You think I liked leaving those in my care? Those that had come to depend on me for their survival? For their daily bread? You think I did not want to fight a fair fight? That if given the chance I would not rather have stood with my old friend or safeguard his kin, when fate forced me unto a different path when I stumbled upon you? Do you know what went through my head?! That I thanked the heavens for the lady Fortune safeguarding the future, for giving Belisio a chance at all, that there might be some small measure of hope left despite all of it?" Gerhardt threw his cup at the prince's head, making sure he missed him by a hair.
"Go ahead! Go and run! You'd best hurry 'your majesty'." He snarked before adding.
"Grow a spine boy. Save your regrets and anger for when you're actually in a postition to use them. But if I wasted and risked my life for an impetuous ingrate, by all means leave and save me the trouble of actually caring." He picked up the chair and made a dismissive wave to Corvo. "Either you put some faith in us or you fuck off and do whatever you think is best."
At this point I am starting to feel like the little sister of the group.
Ysmengarde 'Skadi'
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She was still young when her future was determined for her. Skadi was not particularly clever nor particularly better than her fellow Aasimar, but from some of the earliest memories of her youth her grandmother told her that she was ‘chosen’.
She was chosen for the pact of the Mistborn. A pact of Water & Sky.
What exactly that entailed Skadi did not know, but the consequences of this particular honour became all too clear.
There would be no frolicking with boys, at all times was she to be chaperoned and where others were given the chance to play she was prepared for the journey to come.
Her Grandmother told her that she had to remain chaste, unsullied. For she was already promised to another.
Who this other was, the old lady refused to tell. She only stated that he would send them an engagement gift if the pact was to continue and that she was to receive this as a first bridal gift and in return they would have to send something similar back.
She still had mixed feelings when her grandmother cut off one of her prettiest locks of hair.
The gift she had received it been a curious thing though. A necklace carrying an orb filled with strange water. It glowed a strange blue when the light hit it just right.
Thus she spend her days preparing and wondering about this mysterious husband to be.
The day she turned 21 was the day she left all she had known behind with only a riddle as guidance.
“He’ll meet you at the line where the snow’s melt roars.”
Thus she descended the mountain, leaving her family and friends behind to be wed off to some stranger. Regardless of how she felt about it, she knew this alliance was an important thing to accomplish, for both parties involved.
It was therefore all the more peculiar when after a month of lingering at the pool at the base of the Mountain, he still had not shown himself.
He was supposed to meet her as he would be able to recognise her through her bridal gift.
Yet days passed and nothing happened.
Skadi kept herself alive by her hunting skills, but when after 3 weeks there still had been no sign of him, she decided to go and try to find him instead.
She thought it unfathomable that he would first agree upon the pact, but then later not show up. So something must have happened to prevent him from coming to her.
That or she just got spurned by a complete stranger.
Either way she was owed an explanation.
And so she set out in search for answers.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Xpfodf27SjWWDomdRKxx9rIGbBhCCNgjrj3WIS5C0so/edit#gid=1750226729
Here is mine, though don't mind the ears, she's supposed to be an aasimar not an elf.
_________________________________________________________
She was still young when her future was determined for her. Skadi was not particularly clever nor particularly better than her fellow Aasimar, but from some of the earliest memories of her youth her grandmother told her that she was ‘chosen’.
She was chosen for the pact of the Mistborn. A pact of Water & Sky.
What exactly that entailed Skadi did not know, but the consequences of this particular honour became all too clear.
There would be no frolicking with boys, at all times was she to be chaperoned and where others were given the chance to play she was prepared for the journey to come.
Her Grandmother told her that she had to remain chaste, unsullied. For she was already promised to another.
Who this other was, the old lady refused to tell. She only stated that he would send them an engagement gift if the pact was to continue and that she was to receive this as a first bridal gift and in return they would have to send something similar back.
She still had mixed feelings when her grandmother cut off one of her prettiest locks of hair.
The gift she had received it been a curious thing though. A necklace carrying an orb filled with strange water. It glowed a strange blue when the light hit it just right.
Thus she spend her days preparing and wondering about this mysterious husband to be.
The day she turned 21 was the day she left all she had known behind with only a riddle as guidance.
“He’ll meet you at the line where the snow’s melt roars.”
Thus she descended the mountain, leaving her family and friends behind to be wed off to some stranger. Regardless of how she felt about it, she knew this alliance was an important thing to accomplish, for both parties involved.
It was therefore all the more peculiar when after a month of lingering at the pool at the base of the Mountain, he still had not shown himself.
He was supposed to meet her as he would be able to recognise her through her bridal gift.
Yet days passed and nothing happened.
Skadi kept herself alive by her hunting skills, but when after 3 weeks there still had been no sign of him, she decided to go and try to find him instead.
She thought it unfathomable that he would first agree upon the pact, but then later not show up. So something must have happened to prevent him from coming to her.
That or she just got spurned by a complete stranger.
Either way she was owed an explanation.
And so she set out in search for answers.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Xpfodf27SjWWDomdRKxx9rIGbBhCCNgjrj3WIS5C0so/edit#gid=1750226729
Here is mine, though don't mind the ears, she's supposed to be an aasimar not an elf.
Ah I thought that that didn't count cause I wasn't proficient in perception. Good to know!
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23893 mine are a 10 & 15.
I'm busy on an aasimar ranger-feywalker so I'll attempt to play a support character I'll be picking up Goodberry and have have Healing Hands, so we have a healing spell or two, but a healer character would be better.
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