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Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@JollanYou did not post last round, even though I was waiting for everyone. Your last post was 30 days ago. You have 3 days to post now, and afterwards if you miss another post you'll be permanently out. I like you, and I enjoy your character, but there won't be more chances.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Me: Why haven't you posted yet tho...

Me: Ummmm...

Me: But for realsies tho....

Me: ¯\_(".")_/¯

Me: ...

@The Fated Fallen

Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

Thurin Stonewrought III, of Durin's Folk

Thurin III was born in Khazad Dum, one hundred and twelve years ago. His father was Thurin the II, one of the initial reclaimers of Khazad-Dum, who led one of the contingents of Dwarves into the deep as they slew the foul Orcs that infested the mines. Thurin I, his grandfather, fought in the Battle of the Five Armies as a young lad, having made an acquaintance of one Biblo Baggins, and later served in the War of the North. Thurin was born in a line of proud and admirable Dwarves, and he does not intend to besmirch their legacy.

When he came of age, he took to the Axe and tried his hand at exploration to aid in the Dwarves as they delved deeper into the earth. Ever reaching for veins of precious metals, Thurin was given the task of leading a few incursions into the lesser known roads of the underworld. At times they found nothing, having to come back empty handed other than fixing the ever increasing maps with dead ends. Other times, they found veins of ore. Mostly Iron and Silver, though they did find a Golden vein at one point. Thrice, they came upon pockets of Orcs in the deep places of the world, fighting their way in and slaughtering the foul Goblins with their finely crafted weapons. And indeed, there was one instance where they found a beast they had not seen before. A nameless creature they merely caught glimpses of, and decided to delve no further, for its bulk was massive and its very presence befouled the air, having become rank with Dwarven fear. It raked into solid rock as if it were dirt, and screeched as it fed on slain Goblins.

In between his expeditions, he would go back to mining, for he had worked as a miner as a mere Beardling to hone his muscles and teach him a good work ethic. He tried smithing a time or two, and while no slouch, it wasn't his calling. His greatest love was adventuring, and because of his successes at finding minerals and new realms to conquer, as well as his family lineage, he was chosen among a throng of Dwarves to be at this new council to decide the fate of Middle Earth once more.

He's a tough and muscled Dwarf, with dark eyes to match his hair. Thurin's Beard reaches down past his belt, unbraided, though he has bronze fixings framing his beard to keep it a tad shorter so he could fight easier. His broad bladed Axe is finely crafted Steel, used as both a walking stick and his main heavy weapon. He had four throwing axes he can use as shorter weapons as well, if need be. His armor is made for light travel, though that still means he is clad in masterwork chainmail and half plate amor on certain areas of his body. He's traveled day and night to the council, and intends to bring with him the fury and honor of his people to whatever task they set before him.

Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

Thurin Stonewrought III, of Durin's Folk

Thurin III was born in Khazad Dum, one hundred and twelve years ago. His father was Thurin the II, one of the initial reclaimers of Khazad-Dum, who led one of the contingents of Dwarves into the deep as they slew the foul Orcs that infested the mines. Thurin I, his grandfather, fought in the Battle of the Five Armies as a young lad, having made an acquaintance of one Biblo Baggins, and later served in the War of the North. Thurin was born in a line of proud and admirable Dwarves, and he does not intend to besmirch their legacy.

When he came of age, he took to the Axe and tried his hand at exploration to aid in the Dwarves as they delved deeper into the earth. Ever reaching for veins of precious metals, Thurin was given the task of leading a few incursions into the lesser known roads of the underworld. At times they found nothing, having to come back empty handed other than fixing the ever increasing maps with dead ends. Other times, they found veins of ore. Mostly Iron and Silver, though they did find a Golden vein at one point. Thrice, they came upon pockets of Orcs in the deep places of the world, fighting their way in and slaughtering the foul Goblins with their finely crafted weapons. And indeed, there was one instance where they found a beast they had not seen before. A nameless creature they merely caught glimpses of, and decided to delve no further, for its bulk was massive and its very presence befouled the air, having become rank with Dwarven fear. It raked into solid rock as if it were dirt, and screeched as it fed on slain Goblins.

In between his expeditions, he would go back to mining, for he had worked as a miner as a mere Beardling to hone his muscles and teach him a good work ethic. He tried smithing a time or two, and while no slouch, it wasn't his calling. His greatest love was adventuring, and because of his successes at finding minerals and new realms to conquer, as well as his family lineage, he was chosen among a throng of Dwarves to be at this new council to decide the fate of Middle Earth once more.

He's a tough and muscled Dwarf, with dark eyes to match his hair. Thurin's Beard reaches down past his belt, unbraided, though he has bronze fixings framing his beard to keep it a tad shorter so he could fight easier. His broad bladed Axe is finely crafted Steel, used as both a walking stick and his main heavy weapon. He had four throwing axes he can use as shorter weapons as well, if need be. His armor is made for light travel, though that still means he is clad in masterwork chainmail and half plate amor on certain areas of his body. He's traveled day and night to the council, and intends to bring with him the fury and honor of his people to whatever task they set before him.

Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

@Verse Zero

Small world, I've used this image for a story character before lol. Also I am now working on my Dwarf.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Gonna be tryin'a read up some of the IC schmitt this weekend. Glad to be aboard!

RPGN 5.2.2017

The only thing our news team could go pro in is alcoholism.

Guild Radio show? Don't be greedy, we have PMs. Let us hear an idea.

...uh, right. Beep booooooop, where the beeeeep did the booooooopin' beer go.

@RPGN

Perhaps I shall, good sir. Preferably after a fine night's sleep, however.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Calanon Sherwood; the Ranger

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ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

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.::𝔸𝕘𝕖::.

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.::ℝ𝕒𝕔𝕖::.
Hylian

.::𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣::.

Male

.::𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖::.

Calanon is a lean and athletic young Hylian, with lightly pointed ears poking through his thick, dark hair. His midnight blue eyes are striking and deep, like the lower depths of the Lake Hylia. He's surprisingly light for someone only an inch or two shorter than six feet, at one hundred and sixty pounds give or take. There's not much fat on his body, due to his days being spent roving across the countryside. His outfit consists of a navy tunic and dark brown breeches, with a forest green sash belt tied at his waist. He has on a small chainmail shirt underneath his tunic, and dons bracers, but is otherwise unarmored.

.::𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘::.

Wandering Music

Battle Music

.::ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪::.

Calanon is a calm, yet deeply passionate young Hylian. He has an old soul and a quiet reserve about him that can be either calming or intimidating to the right people. He won't hesitate to make lighthearted jokes to his friends, however, and can be quite upbeat when trying to cheer someone up. He enjoys playing the Ocarina and listening to others sing along with his tunes. A fireside chat or a walk in the forest is just the kind of thing he'd call a good time.

He tends to always be on edge, even when he's having a good time. It's much like a dog when the doorbell rings. It doesn't matter if he was eating, or was busy, he'd snap to and head for the door. It's hard to turn that part of him off, though that doesn't mean he never relaxes. He quite enjoys his leisure time, often practicing archery or exploring the woodlands, and sometimes he even heads north and into Castle Town to trade and take in the sights of civilization.

When in battle, he is determined and resolute. If pressed, or if companions he cares for are in danger, he grows fierce. He tends to enjoy quick, leaping slashes and strikes to overwhelm foes if he's already psyched for battle, if he's not shot them with arrows first.

.::𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪::.

Calanon was born in Castle Town to a father working as a tanner, and a stay at home mother. They didn't have much in the way of luxury, but they could afford food and shelter well enough. That is to say, at least until Calanon was eight years old. It was then he found out his father had lost his job due to lack of demand because of recent competition in the market. They moved to Lake Hylia, and his father set up shop there.

Calanon missed Castle Town for a month or two, but fell in love with the small woodlands beside the lake and the lake itself, often spending his leisure time outside. He took an interest in archery due to the stories of the ancient Hero of Hyrule, receiving a bow on his twelfth birthday. He didn't hunt unless an animal was already sick and dying, having made a kinship with much of the woodland critters.

He was sixteen when he joined the Silencers, having need for a job and being on the bad end of a few wolfo encounters more than once out on his own. He knew better than most the problems they could cause Indigo Town, and became a passionate recruit. It was there he made a few friends, learning the art of swordplay and even gaining an appreciation for music from the merry making of his fellow Silencers. It was with his salary that he bought a basic Ocarina he enjoyed playing every now and then.

At age 21, he found the Silencers began cutting back on wages and time due to the more discreet Wolfo attacks. Not only that, but he had lost a few of his friends over the past few years and was growing weary of the life. He decided to quit before they could let him go, and decided to travel with the money he had saved up. He headed north and found a job of being a woodland guide for folks traveling to and from Ordon Village.

He sometimes made a few incursions into the Lost Woods, though he did not delve in too deeply. The outskirts were still dangerous enough, and it sated his curiosity. He even ran into a young one or two. He was particularly fascinated with their fairy companions. The trust and loyalty they had with the Kokiri spoke to him, and he hoped one day he could have one to call a friend as well. Still, he did not pry about them to the Kokiri, or ever stayed in the woods longer than necessary. His heart was simply that of an explorer, and he did not bother what did not bother him.

Calanon had a small residence in the Ordon Village for a year, but decided to make a small hut north of it until this very day. Until he heard the voices, and received the dreams...

.::𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤/𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤::.

Archery(FS-9): Can shoot with powerful shots of unerring accuracy, and swiftly too.

Scouting(SS-8): Can track and move through rough terrain swiftly and silently.

Swordsmanship/Melee(FS-8): While not as good in melee as with his bow, he was trained extensively in the Silencers and still keeps at his drills.

Acrobatics(PS-7): Due to his lean physique and long years climbing trees, balancing on branches, and making great leaps, he's quite the acrobat. He could even do a flip or two.

Hunting(SS-4): He can hunt to survive if need be, set traps, and make ambushes.

Fishing(PS-2): He can fish, but only enough to get by.

Music(PS-4): Can play his Ocarina fairly well.

Woodcraft(PS-2): Can built small wooden structures, other wooden items, and a firepit if need be.

.::𝔾𝕠𝕒𝕝𝕤::.

He hopes to be the greatest woodsman of Hyrule. He has a desire to have a fairy companion, and to perform heroic deeds, though he tends to not act on such impulses unless in dire circumstances. Until now...

.::𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪::.

• Hunting Bow (30 arrow)
• Longsword
• Carving Knife
• Flint
• Ocarina
• Water Jug

.::𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥::. 3 Red, 4 Blue, 1 Green.

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

Remember folks, there's no posting time limit. However, I go by interest. If people are posting, I'll know they are interested. If they aren't, I'll assume not. I am not saying post non-stop, of course. I also know Roze and Cold are working on a collab, but if you have the time to post, do so. Because unless you're specifically waiting on a reply from someone else, you need only wait for an update by me, and I have updated. If this RP goes too slow for too long, I might need to drop it. I'd rather not do so.

RPGN 5.2.2017

Oooooo the news! I'm glad of 2 things.

1) I didn't go ahead and do my age old idea for a Guild Radio show Cyn and I were talking about now that the pros are back in the news business. Good to have you back^^.
2) I must concur with @Dervish. Fruits of Contention is one of the best out there, and the peeps are great to write with. Anyone look for a good read, check it out.