Nyther

Trouble in Korthos

Darrken

Name: Darrken

Race: Human-Elf

Class: Ranger

Skills and Stats:

Acrobatics
Stealth
Nature

Strength: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 13

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Magic: Advantage on saving throws against being charmed
Immunity to magic sleep

Equipment: Spear
Bow
Quiver (20 Arrows)
Metal/Hide Armor
Tinderbox
Waterskin

Motivation:
They say the only thing deadlier and more unpredictable than the animals of the Telchoi forest are the Elven warriors of Telchoi. Those who have ever crossed a Telchoi Warrior know know this saying has the ring of truth about it. The demeanor of a Telchoi Warrior is one of cool detachment. They rarely speak and, when provoked, they can fly into a deadly storm of arrows and steel. For a Telchoi Warrior, every day is an adventure. They are expected to be able to fend for themselves in adverse conditions, without any rations or supplies

Telchoi Warriors are swift and fearsome fighters. They have been trained from an early age to combat the harsh environment of Telchoi in addition to the enemies and predators that plague their people. They say that the Telchoi are not children for long. They are considered to have reached adulthood at the age of 12. Their harsh training regimen may do little to help develop their social skills, but it certainly equips them with an instinct and a capacity for survival that is second to none.

The official religion of Telchoi is rigorously upheld by the matriarchal ruling body of the Telchoi. They are charged with maintaining high standards of fundamental devotion to their Goddess. This takes a much stricter and more demanding form of worship than can be found in other nations. To a devout Telchoi, the Goddess is seen as a strict matriarch. She will only protect those of her children who are worthy of her protection. She will not give aid or comfort to a Telchoi Warrior who cannot first help themselves.

Almost all Telchoi Warriors are women. These female fighters are the first line of defense and the mainstay of the army in their matriarchal society. Male Telchoi Warriors are few in number and are rarely allowed to wander far from their homelands, although it is not unknown for Telchoi menfolk to be found in foreign lands. Typically, these male warriors are outcasts. Darrken wanders the lands hoping to prove himself a worthy warrior despite being a half breed and return to his homeland.

Trouble in Korthos

Darrken

Name: Darrken

Race: Human-Elf

Class: Ranger

Skills and Stats:

Acrobatics
Stealth
Nature

Strength: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 13

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Magic: Advantage on saving throws against being charmed
Immunity to magic sleep

Equipment: Spear
Bow
Quiver (20 Arrows)
Metal/Hide Armor
Tinderbox
Waterskin

Motivation:
They say the only thing deadlier and more unpredictable than the animals of the Telchoi forest are the Elven warriors of Telchoi. Those who have ever crossed a Telchoi Warrior know know this saying has the ring of truth about it. The demeanor of a Telchoi Warrior is one of cool detachment. They rarely speak and, when provoked, they can fly into a deadly storm of arrows and steel. For a Telchoi Warrior, every day is an adventure. They are expected to be able to fend for themselves in adverse conditions, without any rations or supplies

Telchoi Warriors are swift and fearsome fighters. They have been trained from an early age to combat the harsh environment of Telchoi in addition to the enemies and predators that plague their people. They say that the Telchoi are not children for long. They are considered to have reached adulthood at the age of 12. Their harsh training regimen may do little to help develop their social skills, but it certainly equips them with an instinct and a capacity for survival that is second to none.

The official religion of Telchoi is rigorously upheld by the matriarchal ruling body of the Telchoi. They are charged with maintaining high standards of fundamental devotion to their Goddess. This takes a much stricter and more demanding form of worship than can be found in other nations. To a devout Telchoi, the Goddess is seen as a strict matriarch. She will only protect those of her children who are worthy of her protection. She will not give aid or comfort to a Telchoi Warrior who cannot first help themselves.

Almost all Telchoi Warriors are women. These female fighters are the first line of defense and the mainstay of the army in their matriarchal society. Male Telchoi Warriors are few in number and are rarely allowed to wander far from their homelands, although it is not unknown for Telchoi menfolk to be found in foreign lands. Typically, these male warriors are outcasts. Darrken wanders the lands hoping to prove himself a worthy warrior despite being a half breed and return to his homeland.

Dehumanized

Abel

Abel watched with mild interest as both Jet and Angel discussed food in the kitchen. He began to slowly walk the floor, scrutinizing everything as carefully as he could without seeming too conspicuous. Suddenly Jet announced he was leaving Abel and Angel alone in the house. Abel's brow furrowed. "Alright. Just gonna leave two strangers in your house? Solid plan boss." Abel scoffed as Jet left. Angel was still in the kitchen as Abel ran his hands over the wall and scanned the ceiling and corners of the room. "No way he doesn't have cameras." Abel mumbled as he attempted to find them.

After a few minutes of not seeing anything that could resemble a camera, Able walked towards to the kitchen where Angel was. "So," Abel said darkening the doorway of the kitchen. "This dude just lets us in here and then leaves. That's about normal right?" The irony of him questioning another persons sanity was not lost on Abel. He knew there was an angle, and he intended to find it before whatever Jet had planned could be put into action.

Principalities & Powers: Take 2

Interested.

Red Dead Reckoning

Charles Starrett

The sun began to peek over the horizon and shot a single ray of light directly into Charles' closed eye. He closed his eye tighter and rolled over in his small bed, but it was too late. His eyes popped open and he yawned loudly. "Definitely not gonna miss these wake ups." He slung his legs over the bed, stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He wandered over to the foot of his bed, disrobed from his long johns, picked up his clothes that laid over the foot board and got dressed. He stepped into his boots and grabbed his hat, gun belt and rifle from the door as he left his small bedroom over the Sheriff's office that he had called home for many years.

As he plodded down the steps, the smell of coffee permeated the air. As he reached the lower landing he saw the sheriff already at his desk enjoying what was no doubt his second cup of coffee. Charles poured himself a cup and plopped down in the chair that sat at the other side of the desk. "I'll never know how you always get up so early and don't look like death warmed over." Charles shook his head as he slowly sipped from the cup.

"Old age'll do that to you." The sheriff replied, finished off the last remaining drops of coffee that remained in his cup. "So, you sure about this?"

Charles nodded slightly as he sat his cup down. "Bag's by the door." The two men sat and simply nodded at each other. Charles got up from his chair and headed to the door. "Guess I need to get going if I want to get there before it gets too late."

"Hold on a second son." The sheriff said, putting his hand on Charles' shoulder. "I've got something you should have."

Charles turned and watched as the Sheriff pulled out a folded piece of paper from his front pocket. He held it out to Charles and Charles could see a concerned look form on his face. "I fought with myself on givin' it to ya since I found it a few years ago." The Sheriff forced it into Charles' hand. "It's the bounty poster for the men that robbed and killed your parents. I never stopped looking for them once I found you. Never found out where they went to or anything other than who they were. You don't have to open it, and I think you shouldn't. Vengeance'll only eat you up inside, but, you need to have the option to know."

Charles looked at the folded up paper and then back at the Sheriff. So many emotions swam through his head and he processed what he was just told. Charles smiled weakly as she shoved it into his pocket. "Thank you. For everything." Charles said extending his hand out to the Sheriff. The Sheriff looked at Charles' outstretched hand and gripped it firmly. He then pulled Charles in close and hugged him tightly for a few seconds.

"Take care of yourself out there." The Sheriff said releasing his grip on Charles.

Charles grabbed his satchel from the front door as he headed out to the stables. "You know it." Charles shot back as he shouldered the satchel, turned and waved and briskly walked to the stables to get his horse. Within a few minutes he was at the barn and retrieved his horse. He slung his satchel onto the back of her and holstered his rifle on the saddle and jumped onto the horse. Before he took off he pulled the bounty poster from his pocket and unfolded it and scanned the names and faces of the gang that was printed on the paper. A solemn look crawled across Charles' face as he folded it back up and put it in his pocket. "I'm coming for every last one of you bastards." He took off towards Armadillo, now with a different objective.

Dehumanized

Able gave an audible "ha" at Angel's jab at Jet. Able saw him press something on his suit and it zoomed off into the distance. He then followed the pair as Jet scanned himself into the security system and the doors opened wide to welcome them all in. All the security measures in place further cemented the face that it wouldn't be easy to just take over. Rather, he began to form an outline of a plan. It was just going to have to be a plan of opportunity though. As he doubted he could get through any of the security on his own. He toyed with the idea that if he just had Jet's eyeball and hand he might be able to get through, but it wasn't an idea he wanted to leave up to chance. There might be traps, secret codes, trap doors, who knows. For now, he would have to play it by ear and just seize the opportunity to loot and run when he could.

Any outline of a plan he was forming quickly left him as he stood in awe of the entry room. "Ho, le, shit." He said barley audible. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed several times as his mind tried to find words for what he was looking at. He walked to the middle of the room and just stared up in disbelief of the scope and ornateness of the house. He looked at Jet, pointed his finger and after many hems and haws Able simply said: "Nice house."

Dehumanized

Abel

"Madman, madman?" Abel laughed. "I'm not the one wearing a Gundam Big Bird suit firing off some crazy yeet cannons." He sighed and composed himself. "You're right friend. My apologies. All this carnage you caused has just got me a little como se dice?" He snapped his fingers. "Terrified. That's the word." He smiled and took a step back as they moved over to the car and Jet started working on removing the tires. He clenched his jaw as they turned their backs to him and thought of how easily he could kill them right then and there. He feigned a smile as, once Jet was done, he ushered them into the car.

Able stopped mid-climb into the vehicle. "So, Jet? That's a little on the nose isn't it?" He raised his eyebrows and grimaced. "Just get in and shut up? Gotcha." He plopped himself in a seat next to Angel. He looked at her as Jet began to carry them to an unknown destination. "So, flying for business or pleasure?" He shouted over the noise of the wind rushing past them. She didn't respond. "Just want to be left alone and watch the in flight movie. Understood." He mimed zipping his lips and peered out at the scenery as they continued. "What a shit hole." He said to no one in particular.

Soon, Jet set them in front of a surprisingly still intact house. He climbed out of the jeep and took in the sight of the house. He let out a long whistle. "Damn Uncle Phil. This is some 90210 type shit right here." Able couldn't believe a place this nice was still standing. Not because of the war, but because this would be a bandit magnet. This guy must have some next level equipment to maintain and defend it. "What's the turn down service like here?"

Dehumanized

Abel

Abel stopped mid-step at the man's offer of joining up. Visible confusion played across his face as he processed his words. "I, uh." Abel stammered, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. He set his foot down lowered his arms and slowly began to walk towards the man and a woman who he just now caught sight of. "I'd love a place to rest these weary bones dear Birdo-O." He stopped a few feet from the man and the woman and sized them both up.

"My name's Able." He spoke looking first at the man. "And I absolutely love this whole Inspector Gadget thing you've got going on there." He grinned, waving his hand at the suit and the guns the man wore and carried. "And you," He turned to the woman. "You've got a very mad Maxine thing going on. It works very well." He smiled. His mind still not believing he had just been invited to join up two strangers at first meeting. He quickly spun and cocked his head towards the man like a bird. "And what are y'alls names?" He inquired, his head darting back and forth between the two.

Dehumanized

Abel

Abel's mind screamed for him to move at the same time he saw a ball of energy shoot towards him. He dove away from the building at the same time the rubble he had hidden behind was obliterated. His heart began to pound harder than it had ever beaten before. He had been in this new world long enough to know when someone was firing a warning shot at him. He still believed his instincts would have saved him from death had the bird man actually aimed at him, but he doubted he would have remained unscathed as the blast moved faster than anything he had ever seen before. He glanced up and saw that enough of the rubble still remained to keep him hidden from view, but his location was compromised.

The bird man yelled for Able to come out from his hiding place. Abel was very certain that whatever that amazing weapon the bird man had was still aimed in his general direction. "No thank you! We're all good here!" Abel shouted out as he army crawled to the next bit of cover he could find. He laid there for a few seconds accessing his situation. He could possibly hop from cover to cover and avoid the metal monstrosity. However, if he took to the sky, Abel doubted his chances for survival.

"Fuck." Abel cursed to himself. "Alright, alright!" He yelled, slowing standing up. His arms in a surrender position, but still holding the machine gun. "I'm just a scavenger friend." He said trying to figure out his next move. He decided to stand still, thinking approaching him would be seen as aggression and retreating might signal some sort of predatory instinct in the man and he'd shoot Abel in the back. Because, that's what Abel would do. "So, I'ma, just, go then? Sound good?" Abel said questioningly. "It sure does. Good luck with all your genocide or whatever it is you've got going on. Big fan, by the way." He then tentatively raised a foot to take a step back.

OBLIVION— a linear superhero roleplay

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