Sofaking Fancy

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Stein is also accepted. However, I’d ask that you remove his Counter Spell. It’s just a little too powerful, I feel.

@Superboy

Gotcha. I was building the character off of a classic DnD Evoker, and that was a spell that was in their retinue. I envisioned more as a dispel magic, but counterspell doesn't really read like that, does it? Anyway, removed it from the character, and moved the CS over to the tabbity-tab.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

Stein Faurenghaust

Character Summary

---

NAME
Stein Faurenghaust
ALIASES
"Wizard Extraordinaire"
pretty much only Stein calls himself this

GENDER
Male
AGE
Thirty-Two

RACE/ETHNICITY
Caucasian/Mixed Genetics-Maybe Irish, Maybe Scottish, Maybe Neither
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Delphian Empire

OCCUPATION
Ex-Artifact Hunter; Wizard

Character Attributes

---

HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
238lb

TATTOOS/SCARS/PIERCINGS
Stein has a nasty scar on his lip and down his cheek. If asked about it, the story changes every time. His favorite one is about going head-to-head with a very ferocious Broken.
DAY TO DAY ATTIRE
Prone to wearing lavish attire of various colors and patterns. A large coat is usually shrugged on his broad shoulders leading to an ornate tunic punctuated by numerous scarves covering his neck and thick wraps of clothing around his mid-section--this may be to camouflage the burgeoning middle he's gained over a few years over of relaxed life. Comfortable, though far less elaborate pants, lead down to sturdy boots. He also has a low hanging belt containing his most valuable scrolls and a shoulder pack that holds the rest of his belongings. Neither of them are very attractive but very utilitarian. Along with that, he's always adorned in his spectacles, quite nearsighted, but there are few magnifying lenses that he can rotate and use to get a better look at things.

STRENGTHS

• Elemental Magic As an adept wizard, Stein knows a variety of elemental spells, and he can summon them, and identify them, with a well-practiced ease.
• Artifacts Unintentionally, Stein's occupation has led him to learn quite a bit about the artifacts of the old world. He can piece together their basic use. By all means, he is far from a savant, but he can at least tell you if they're working and the value of them.
• Quick Learner Having to survive as he did, he had to pick things up fast. It only takes a few times of watching something, or a couple of times of doing something, for him to get the hang of it. This stretches from the arcane to the mundane.
• Record Keeping Probably not the most useful of skills, but Stein can remember people, places, and things quite well. He tends to scribe them down in extensive vellums that he either keeps on his person or that he sells to vendors looking for maps or information. He is quite the cartographer.

WEAKNESSES

• Arcane Magic Not Stein's strong suit, and as such he relies more on scrolls for these magics than he would like to admit.
• Physical Endeavours Now, Stein isn't a fragile butterfly on the wind or anything. He used to be quite practiced in these things... until he wasn't. He's fallen out of shape, and prone to attempting to flex his brain instead of any of his muscles.
• Egotism Seeing beyond his own nose is quite hard. He will do anything for profit or gain, as long as it suits him in the long run. He's lived a life where he's been the only one that mattered, and it's hard for him to visualize anything else.
• Cowardice There's something in Stein's background that still haunts him behind his pale eyes. It causes him to freeze in the most dangerous of situations. Fortunately, he has magic. Unfortunately, it does nothing if he seizes up and doesn't use it.

Magic

---

SPELLS:

• fulmen ignem- Fire Bolt: Elemental A basic spell in which Stein summons a mote of fire and hurls it his enemies. It isn't enough to incinerate something on impact--unless that something is made of dried paper or wood.
• magicae deprehendere- Detect Magic: Arcane A small spell to detect if magic is around him its various forms. He can't detect exactly what magic it is, but he can usually tell the intensity of it.
• horrendum tactus- Shocking Touch: Elemental As the name implies, Stein has to be touching someone to activate this power. But it sends an electrical charge through their body, that does damage--not fatal--but could lead someone to being knocked out or being pushed into seizures. If used in a discretionary way, it could possibly restart someone's heart.
• lapis praesidium- Stone Protection: Elemental This spell calls the earth from underneath Stein, if there is any, to either form a wall anywhere around him, or cloak him stone like armor. If the latter is used, his movement is extremely reduced, but the armor stays on him--unlike the wall which is unmovable.
• fluctus tonitrui- Thunder Wave: Elemental SEnds out a boom of thunder, in the direction that Stein is facing, that damages opponents but also sends them back. It can also cause them to become temporarily defeaned if they take the brunt of it.
• glacies tempestas- Ice Storm: Elemental Stein takes the precipitation in the air and freezes it by reducing the temperature around it in staggering degrees. This leads to hail sized chunks to far larger, depending how much moisture is in the air, descending from the air at his target. The spell isn't very precise and is usually used more as a blanket technique for charging enemies.
• catena fulgur- Chain Lightning: Elemental Probably Stein's strongest spell, but he's capable of summoning the intensity and power of lightning into his hand and project it out, piercing through someone or something's body. And if there is another person/creature within five feet it will connect with them. The intensity of the spell tiers down with each person hit.

Possessions

---

ITEMS OF NOTE

• Evoker's Staff A tall staff crafted from wood and metal, with an ornate design on top with a blue stone inlaid in it. It looks well worn from years of use.
• Parchment & Ink Basic supplies that allow for Stein to record his thoughts, notes, observations, etc. He also may use the ink to draw upon his hands and arms various notes about spells and arcane information.
• Volumes of Vellums A few scrolls that he keeps on his person that hold arcane magic.
• Traveller's Pack Nothing extraordinary of note, just the basic supplies for survival. Money, rations, maps, tinderbox, rope, etc.

History

---

To hear Stein tell the story of his life, it would begin on a fateful night with storms bustling in the horizon and a destiny not realized. Unfortunately, his life started out quite the opposite. There was no grand fate in store for him, just a lot of bad luck that culminated into his creation.

The Delphian Empire was no place to raise a child, and yet he popped into existence like an unwanted blister. Stein's mother had, at one time, been of some importance and very minor wealth, but she'd blown it all gambling and drinking. It was hard to know how'd she won over his father, a man that actually worked hard. For a time, they had a good thing, but like a rock attached to a paper boat--and other lazy metaphors--their relationship was doomed to drown. And they may have done just that, had Stein not appeared. His father, far better than his choices in women, promised to take care of the child. Stein's mother quickly disappeared back into the cogs of the Empire. The truth of it was, not a week later her knifed corpse was found in a ditch. Yet, that's not how Stein's father would tell it. He'd say that the woman was a powerful witch, and the winds of wonder had taken her far away from here. That she'd be the hero of someone else's tale. It was these fanciful lies that would fuel Stein's own imagination. And oddly enough, that imagination would become a reality.

Many years later, Stein in his younger teens, found himself cleaning out a noble house whose members had been assassinated in one ill-fated night. His father and he had been hired for almost nothing to clean out a decrepit mansion that held no worth, but quite a bit of junk. The young man wandered upon an old broom with a woven-sack covering its head. He grabbed it, and without thinking, used it to clean some cobwebs out of dusky chandeliers. As he stood on the top of a small ladder, Stein leaned too far forward, causing it to tilt and tumble underneath him. A quick yelp escaped his lips before he found the staff crackling in his hands. An electrical charge dispersed around him, and he landed safely on the ground. Mystified and a bit stupefied, he stared at the broom. He reached forward and ripped off the woven top to find that he held a staff in his hands. His father's stories of his mother beat into his brain, and he knew what he had to do.

Stein managed to smuggle the staff out with a handful of junk. He'd bring it back home and tuck it into the nook of their ramshackle house. At night, when no one was looking, he'd practice with it. Years passed, and he became quite proficient in elemental magic, but he was no master. He might have kept his abilities hidden had it not been for a debt collector showing up at their home. Apparently, his father owed some money that he was unaware of owing. That night, the man cried into the corner, while trying to tell his son it was fine. He had it covered. Stein knew better.

The next day, Stein found a job as hired "muscle" for a group of artifact hunters. He felt something deep in the pit of stomach rumble wildly about the entire prospect. He'd reveal himself as a magic user, but if the money was enough to save his father--he didn't care. Unfortunately, the mission wasn't at all as advertised. He'd been placed with a group of others that displayed various talents, and they entered an old city--crumbling and dangerous. They were beset upon by the Broken almost immediately. Stein watched as many of the group were mauled in the most unnatural of ways. Using what magic he knew, he managed to protect himself, and unknowingly, his employer. Mordecai, as Stein would learn his name, was very interested in the burgeoning powers that the young man possessed. He would take Stein under his wing and help develop that talent. He'd teach the other about reading, writing, and of course about the artifacts that he wanted to obtain from various parts of the old world. After some years of this, he'd put Stein at the head of his artifact hunting missions.

These would be the golden years of the young man. Using what power he had, he'd scavenge and procure exactly what Mordecai asked. This made Stein a rich man quite quickly. And yet with that growth came his downfall. Butting heads with Mordecai, Stein disavowed the man. Fortunately, Mordecai wasn't the vengeful sort, but he may have had something to do with future events of they young man. Something, Stein could never prove to this day.

Stein had become a bit of a folk hero in the small space that he occupied in the Empire. He'd taken on the moniker "Wizard Extraordinaire," which led people to put their faith into him blindly. And oh, did he play the part. He was prone to boisterous speeches and moments of self-aggrandizing. So, Stein found work forming his own artifact hunting groups, and had some mild success there. That was until a mission--one that he does not speak of--left him the lone survivor with nothing to show for it. He knew it felt bad when he first stepped into it, but his father had recently passed, and he threw himself recklessly into his work. It was then that he retired from the game altogether, living off of his wealth... until he couldn't.

Debt collectors came to his homestead quickly enough, only to find it quite vacated. Rumor had it that the "Wizard Extraordinaire" had escaped to Dall, but the rumor wasn't worth the money to track him down.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

@superboy

Stein Faurenghaust

Character Summary

---

NAME
Stein Faurenghaust
ALIASES
"Wizard Extraordinaire"
pretty much only Stein calls himself this

GENDER
Male
AGE
Thirty-Two

RACE/ETHNICITY
Caucasian/Mixed Genetics-Maybe Irish, Maybe Scottish, Maybe Neither
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Delphian Empire

OCCUPATION
Ex-Artifact Hunter; Wizard

Character Attributes

---

HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
238lb

TATTOOS/SCARS/PIERCINGS
Stein has a nasty scar on his lip and down his cheek. If asked about it, the story changes every time. His favorite one is about going head-to-head with a very ferocious Broken.
DAY TO DAY ATTIRE
Prone to wearing lavish attire of various colors and patterns. A large coat is usually shrugged on his broad shoulders leading to an ornate tunic punctuated by numerous scarves covering his neck and thick wraps of clothing around his mid-section--this may be to camouflage the burgeoning middle he's gained over a few years over of relaxed life. Comfortable, though far less elaborate pants, lead down to sturdy boots. He also has a low hanging belt containing his most valuable scrolls and a shoulder pack that holds the rest of his belongings. Neither of them are very attractive but very utilitarian. Along with that, he's always adorned in his spectacles, quite nearsighted, but there are few magnifying lenses that he can rotate and use to get a better look at things.

STRENGTHS

• Elemental Magic As an adept wizard, Stein knows a variety of elemental spells, and he can summon them, and identify them, with a well-practiced ease.
• Artifacts Unintentionally, Stein's occupation has led him to learn quite a bit about the artifacts of the old world. He can piece together their basic use. By all means, he is far from a savant, but he can at least tell you if they're working and the value of them.
• Quick Learner Having to survive as he did, he had to pick things up fast. It only takes a few times of watching something, or a couple of times of doing something, for him to get the hang of it. This stretches from the arcane to the mundane.
• Record Keeping Probably not the most useful of skills, but Stein can remember people, places, and things quite well. He tends to scribe them down in extensive vellums that he either keeps on his person or that he sells to vendors looking for maps or information. He is quite the cartographer.

WEAKNESSES

• Arcane Magic Not Stein's strong suit, and as such he relies more on scrolls for these magics than he would like to admit.
• Physical Endeavours Now, Stein isn't a fragile butterfly on the wind or anything. He used to be quite practiced in these things... until he wasn't. He's fallen out of shape, and prone to attempting to flex his brain instead of any of his muscles.
• Egotism Seeing beyond his own nose is quite hard. He will do anything for profit or gain, as long as it suits him in the long run. He's lived a life where he's been the only one that mattered, and it's hard for him to visualize anything else.
• Cowardice There's something in Stein's background that still haunts him behind his pale eyes. It causes him to freeze in the most dangerous of situations. Fortunately, he has magic. Unfortunately, it does nothing if he seizes up and doesn't use it.

Magic

---

SPELLS:

• fulmen ignem- Fire Bolt: Elemental A basic spell in which Stein summons a mote of fire and hurls it his enemies. It isn't enough to incinerate something on impact--unless that something is made of dried paper or wood.
• magicae deprehendere- Detect Magic: Arcane A small spell to detect if magic is around him its various forms. He can't detect exactly what magic it is, but he can usually tell the intensity of it.
• horrendum tactus- Shocking Touch: Elemental As the name implies, Stein has to be touching someone to activate this power. But it sends an electrical charge through their body, that does damage--not fatal--but could lead someone to being knocked out or being pushed into seizures. If used in a discretionary way, it could possibly restart someone's heart.
• lapis praesidium- Stone Protection: Elemental This spell calls the earth from underneath Stein, if there is any, to either form a wall anywhere around him, or cloak him stone like armor. If the latter is used, his movement is extremely reduced, but the armor stays on him--unlike the wall which is unmovable.
• fluctus tonitrui- Thunder Wave: Elemental SEnds out a boom of thunder, in the direction that Stein is facing, that damages opponents but also sends them back. It can also cause them to become temporarily defeaned if they take the brunt of it.
• glacies tempestas- Ice Storm: Elemental Stein takes the precipitation in the air and freezes it by reducing the temperature around it in staggering degrees. This leads to hail sized chunks to far larger, depending how much moisture is in the air, descending from the air at his target. The spell isn't very precise and is usually used more as a blanket technique for charging enemies.
• catena fulgur- Chain Lightning: Elemental Probably Stein's strongest spell, but he's capable of summoning the intensity and power of lightning into his hand and project it out, piercing through someone or something's body. And if there is another person/creature within five feet it will connect with them. The intensity of the spell tiers down with each person hit.
• reditus magicae- Counter Spell: Arcane If Stein is aware that someone is casting magic towards him, he can use this spell to counter it. That being said, he must expend the exact amount of energy on this spell that the spell that is being used against him or it will not work. So, it's a trick spell, to say the least, but it has saved him against a few traps and upstarts wielding basic magic.

Possessions

---

ITEMS OF NOTE

• Evoker's Staff A tall staff crafted from wood and metal, with an ornate design on top with a blue stone inlaid in it. It looks well worn from years of use.
• Parchment & Ink Basic supplies that allow for Stein to record his thoughts, notes, observations, etc. He also may use the ink to draw upon his hands and arms various notes about spells and arcane information.
• Volumes of Vellums A few scrolls that he keeps on his person that hold arcane magic.
• Traveller's Pack Nothing extraordinary of note, just the basic supplies for survival. Money, rations, maps, tinderbox, rope, etc.

History

---

To hear Stein tell the story of his life, it would begin on a fateful night with storms bustling in the horizon and a destiny not realized. Unfortunately, his life started out quite the opposite. There was no grand fate in store for him, just a lot of bad luck that culminated into his creation.

The Delphian Empire was no place to raise a child, and yet he popped into existence like an unwanted blister. Stein's mother had, at one time, been of some importance and very minor wealth, but she'd blown it all gambling and drinking. It was hard to know how'd she won over his father, a man that actually worked hard. For a time, they had a good thing, but like a rock attached to a paper boat--and other lazy metaphors--their relationship was doomed to drown. And they may have done just that, had Stein not appeared. His father, far better than his choices in women, promised to take care of the child. Stein's mother quickly disappeared back into the cogs of the Empire. The truth of it was, not a week later her knifed corpse was found in a ditch. Yet, that's not how Stein's father would tell it. He'd say that the woman was a powerful witch, and the winds of wonder had taken her far away from here. That she'd be the hero of someone else's tale. It was these fanciful lies that would fuel Stein's own imagination. And oddly enough, that imagination would become a reality.

Many years later, Stein in his younger teens, found himself cleaning out a noble house whose members had been assassinated in one ill-fated night. His father and he had been hired for almost nothing to clean out a decrepit mansion that held no worth, but quite a bit of junk. The young man wandered upon an old broom with a woven-sack covering its head. He grabbed it, and without thinking, used it to clean some cobwebs out of dusky chandeliers. As he stood on the top of a small ladder, Stein leaned too far forward, causing it to tilt and tumble underneath him. A quick yelp escaped his lips before he found the staff crackling in his hands. An electrical charge dispersed around him, and he landed safely on the ground. Mystified and a bit stupefied, he stared at the broom. He reached forward and ripped off the woven top to find that he held a staff in his hands. His father's stories of his mother beat into his brain, and he knew what he had to do.

Stein managed to smuggle the staff out with a handful of junk. He'd bring it back home and tuck it into the nook of their ramshackle house. At night, when no one was looking, he'd practice with it. Years passed, and he became quite proficient in elemental magic, but he was no master. He might have kept his abilities hidden had it not been for a debt collector showing up at their home. Apparently, his father owed some money that he was unaware of owing. That night, the man cried into the corner, while trying to tell his son it was fine. He had it covered. Stein knew better.

The next day, Stein found a job as hired "muscle" for a group of artifact hunters. He felt something deep in the pit of stomach rumble wildly about the entire prospect. He'd reveal himself as a magic user, but if the money was enough to save his father--he didn't care. Unfortunately, the mission wasn't at all as advertised. He'd been placed with a group of others that displayed various talents, and they entered an old city--crumbling and dangerous. They were beset upon by the Broken almost immediately. Stein watched as many of the group were mauled in the most unnatural of ways. Using what magic he knew, he managed to protect himself, and unknowingly, his employer. Mordecai, as Stein would learn his name, was very interested in the burgeoning powers that the young man possessed. He would take Stein under his wing and help develop that talent. He'd teach the other about reading, writing, and of course about the artifacts that he wanted to obtain from various parts of the old world. After some years of this, he'd put Stein at the head of his artifact hunting missions.

These would be the golden years of the young man. Using what power he had, he'd scavenge and procure exactly what Mordecai asked. This made Stein a rich man quite quickly. And yet with that growth came his downfall. Butting heads with Mordecai, Stein disavowed the man. Fortunately, Mordecai wasn't the vengeful sort, but he may have had something to do with future events of they young man. Something, Stein could never prove to this day.

Stein had become a bit of a folk hero in the small space that he occupied in the Empire. He'd taken on the moniker "Wizard Extraordinaire," which led people to put their faith into him blindly. And oh, did he play the part. He was prone to boisterous speeches and moments of self-aggrandizing. So, Stein found work forming his own artifact hunting groups, and had some mild success there. That was until a mission--one that he does not speak of--left him the lone survivor with nothing to show for it. He knew it felt bad when he first stepped into it, but his father had recently passed, and he threw himself recklessly into his work. It was then that he retired from the game altogether, living off of his wealth... until he couldn't.

Debt collectors came to his homestead quickly enough, only to find it quite vacated. Rumor had it that the "Wizard Extraordinaire" had escaped to Dall, but the rumor wasn't worth the money to track him down.

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Stein Faurenghaust

Character Summary

---

NAME
Stein Faurenghaust
ALIASES
"Wizard Extraordinaire"
pretty much only Stein calls himself this

GENDER
Male
AGE
Thirty-Two

RACE/ETHNICITY
Caucasian/Mixed Genetics-Maybe Irish, Maybe Scottish, Maybe Neither
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Delphian Kingdom

OCCUPATION
Ex-Artifact Hunter; Wizard

Character Attributes

---

HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
238lb

TATTOOS/SCARS/PIERCINGS
Stein has a nasty scar on his lip and down his cheek. If asked about it, the story changes every time. His favorite one is about going head-to-head with a very ferocious Broken.
DAY TO DAY ATTIRE
Prone to wearing lavish attire of various colors and patterns. A large coat is usually shrugged on his broad shoulders leading to an ornate tunic punctuated by numerous scarves covering his neck and thick wraps of clothing around his mid-section--this may be to camouflage the burgeoning middle he's gained over a few years over of relaxed life. Comfortable, though far less elaborate pants, lead down to sturdy boots. He also has a low hanging belt containing his most valuable scrolls and a shoulder pack that holds the rest of his belongings. Neither of them are very attractive but very utilitarian. Along with that, he's always adorned in his spectacles, quite nearsided, but there are few magnifying lenses that he can rotate and use to get a better look at things.

STRENGTHS

• Elemental Magic As an adept wizard, Stein knows a variety of elemental spells, and he can summon them, and identify them, with a well-practiced ease.
• Artifacts Unintentionally, Stein's occupation has led him to learn quite a bit about the artifacts of the old world. He can piece together their basic use. By all means, he is far from a savant, but he can at least tell you if they're working and the value of them.
• Quick Learner Having to survive as he did, he had to pick things up fast. It only takes a few times of watching something, or a couple of times of doing something, for him to get the hang of it. This stretches from the arcane to the mundane.
• Record Keeping Probably not the most useful of skills, but Stein can remember people, places, and things quite well. He tends to scribe them down in extensive vellums that he either keeps on his person or that he sells to vendors looking for maps or information. He is quite the cartographer.

WEAKNESSES

• Arcane Magic Not Stein's strong suit, and as such he relies more on scrolls for these magics than he would like to admit.
• Physical Endeavours Now, Stein isn't a fragile butterfly on the wind or anything. He used to be quite practiced in these things... until he wasn't. He's fallen out of shape, and prone to attempting to flex his brain instead of any of his muscles.
• Egotism Seeing beyond his own nose is quite hard. He will do anything for profit or gain, as long as it suits him in the long run. He's lived a life where he's been the only one that mattered, and it's hard for him to visualize anything else.
• Cowardice There's something in Stein's background that still haunts him behind his pale eyes. It causes him to freeze in the most dangerous of situations. Fortunately, he has magic. Unfortunately, it does nothing if he seizes up and doesn't use it.
• Nearsided Without his glasses, everything is blobs of color and movement. While this is passable in some situations, in dangerous ones it could be deadly.

Magic

SPELLS:

• fulmen ignem- Fire Bolt: Elemental A basic spell in which Stein summons a mote of fire and hurls it his enemies. It isn't enough to incinerate something on impact--unless that something is made of dried paper or wood.
• magicae deprehendere- Detect Magic: Arcane A small spell to detect if magic is around him its various forms. He can't detect exactly what magic it is, but he can usually tell the intensity of it.
• horrendum tactus- Shocking Touch: Elemental As the name implies, Stein has to be touching someone to activate this power. But it sends an electrical charge through their body, that does damage--not fatal--but could lead someone to being knocked out or being pushed into seizures. If used in a discretionary way, it could possibly restart someone's heart.
• lapis praesidium- Stone Protection: Elemental This spell calls the earth from underneath Stein, if there is any, to either form a wall anywhere around him, or cloak him stone like armor. If the latter is used, his movement is extremely reduced, but the armor stays on him--unlike the wall which is unmovable.
• fluctus tonitrui- Thunder Wave: Elemental SEnds out a boom of thunder, in the direction that Stein is facing, that damages opponents but also sends them back. It can also cause them to become temporarily defeaned if they take the brunt of it.
• glacies tempestas- Ice Storm: Elemental Stein takes the precipitation in the air and freezes it by reducing the temperature around it in staggering degrees. This leads to hail sized chunks to far larger, depending how much moisture is in the air, descending from the air at his target. The spell isn't very precise and is usually used more as a blanket technique for charging enemies.
• catena fulgur- Chain Lightning: Elemental Probably Stein's strongest spell, but he's capable of summoning the intensity and power of lightning into his hand and project it out, piercing through someone or something's body. And if there is another person/creature within five feet it will connect with them. The intensity of the spell tiers down with each person hit.
• reditus magicae- Counter Spell: Arcane If Stein is aware that someone is casting magic towards him, he can use this spell to counter it. That being said, he must expend the exact amount of energy on this spell that the spell that is being used against him or it will not work. So, it's a trick spell, to say the least, but it has saved him against a few traps and upstarts wielding basic magic.

Possessions

---

ITEMS OF NOTE

• Evoker's Staff A tall staff crafted from wood and metal, with an ornate design on top with a blue stone inlaid in it. It looks well worn from years of use.
• Parchment & Ink Basic supplies that allow for Stein to record his thoughts, notes, observations, etc. He also may use the ink to draw upon his hands and arms various notes about spells and arcane information.
• Volumes of Vellums A few scrolls that he keeps on his person that hold arcane magic.
• Traveller's Pack Nothing extraordinary of note, just the basic supplies for survival. Money, rations, maps, tinderbox, rope, etc.

History

---

To hear Stein tell the story of his life, it would begin on a fateful night with storms bustling in the horizon and a destiny not realized. Unfortunately, his life started out quite the opposite. There was no grand fate in store for him, just a lot of bad luck that culminated into his creation.

The Delphian Empire was no place to raise a child, and yet he popped into existence like an unwanted blister. Stein's mother had, at one time, been of some importance and very minor wealth, but she'd blown it all gambling and drinking. It was hard to know how'd she won over his father, a man that actually worked hard. For a time, they had a good thing, but like a rock attached to a paper boat--and other lazy metaphors--their relationship was doomed to drown. And they may have done just that, had Stein not appeared. His father, far better than his choices in women, promised to take care of the child. Stein's mother quickly disappeared back into the cogs of the Empire. The truth of it was, not a week later her knifed corpse was found in a ditch. Yet, that's not how Stein's father would tell it. He'd say that the woman was a powerful witch, and the winds of wonder had taken her far away from here. That she'd be the hero of someone else's tale. It was these fanciful lies that would fuel Stein's own imagination. And oddly enough, that imagination would become a reality.

Many years later, Stein in his younger teens, found himself cleaning out a noble house whose members had been assassinated in one ill-fated night. His father and he had been hired for almost nothing to clean out a decrepit mansion that held no worth, but quite a bit of junk. The young man wandered upon an old broom with a woven-sack covering its head. He grabbed it, and without thinking, used it to clean some cobwebs out of dusky chandeliers. As he stood on the top of a small ladder, Stein leaned too far forward, causing it to tilt and tumble underneath him. A quick yelp escaped his lips before he found the staff crackling in his hands. An electrical charge dispersed around him, and he landed safely on the ground. Mystified and a bit stupefied, he stared at the broom. He reached forward and ripped off the woven top to find that he held a staff in his hands. His father's stories of his mother beat into his brain, and he knew what he had to do.

Stein managed to smuggle the staff out with a handful of junk. He'd bring it back home and tuck it into the nook of their ramshackle house. At night, when no one was looking, he'd practice with it. Years passed, and he became quite proficient in elemental magic, but he was no master. He might have kept his abilities hidden had it not been for a debt collector showing up at their home. Apparently, his father owed some money that he was unaware of owing. That night, the man cried into the corner, while trying to tell his son it was fine. He had it covered. Stein knew better.

The next day, Stein found a job as hired "muscle" for a group of artifact hunters. He felt something deep in the pit of stomach rumble wildly about the entire prospect. He'd reveal himself as a magic user, but if the money was enough to save his father--he didn't care. Unfortunately, the mission wasn't at all as advertised. He'd been placed with a group of others that displayed various talents, and they entered an old city--crumbling and dangerous. They were beset upon by the Broken almost immediately. Stein watched as many of the group were mauled in the most unnatural of ways. Using what magic he knew, he managed to protect himself, and unknowingly, his employer. Mordecai, as Stein would learn his name, was very interested in the burgeoning powers that the young man possessed. He would take Stein under his wing and help develop that talent. He'd teach the other about reading, writing, and of course about the artifacts that he wanted to obtain from various parts of the old world. After some years of this, he'd put Stein at the head of his artifact hunting missions.

These would be the golden years of the young man. Using what power he had, he'd scavenge and procure exactly what Mordecai asked. This made Stein a rich man quite quickly. And yet with that growth came his downfall. Butting heads with Mordecai, Stein disavowed the man. Fortunately, Mordecai wasn't the vengeful sort, but he may have had something to do with future events of they young man. Something, Stein could never prove to this day.

Stein had become a bit of a folk hero in the small space that he occupied in the Empire. He'd taken on the moniker "Wizard Extraordinaire," which led people to put their faith into him blindly. And oh, did he play the part. He was prone to boisterous speeches and moments of self-aggrandizing. So, Stein found work forming his own artifact hunting groups, and had some mild success there. That was until a mission--one that he does not speak of--left him the lone survivor with nothing to show for it. It was then that he retired from the game altogether, living off of his wealth... until he couldn't.

Debt collectors came to his homestead quickly enough, only to find it quite vacated. Rumor had it that the "Wizard Extraordinaire" had escaped to Dall, but the rumor wasn't worth the money to track him down.

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@Sofaking Fancy Also sorry to keep bothering you! When it comes to weapons, do you want the actual name of the weapon (i.e. 10 MM pistol) or can we make up names for guns so long as they follow a similar design? I ask because I want to use a sniper rifle, but the only one I can find in the Fallout wiki is literally named Sniper Rifle and I an unaware of other types that can be used.

@FantasyChic

That's fine, as long as they stick with the setting and don't hold a caliber of bullet stronger than say basic weaponry would. But yeah, I have a character wielding a warhammer, which is definitely not a thing, but it's basically just a large hammer that the BoS tweaked to fit their aesthetic.

@Sofaking Fancy Yeah, I pictured her being from somewhere, losing that home, and then being forced to wander and find ways to survive on their own. That sort of thing. It will play into her biography and maybe her secret :)

@FantasyChic

And sounds great! Sorry, I didn't see this one before. XD

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@Sofaking Fancy Hey, so I am working on my sheet and I have a question. I am considering places for my character's hometown. Do they need to be from one of the territories or could they have come from outside? I pictured my character as a wandering "take up work when you got it" type. If not, no big deal.

@FantasyChic

That's fine! Just take into account how dangerous everything is, I'm sure you have, and how long that travel would be. Like, no one can traverse the US anymore, but state to state (non-irradiated ones anyway) is fine.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

You asked for a meme? Instead you get a Nexus Archive post. Enjoy!

Clyff's AI Interview

The Andromeda Initiative Offices on the Citadel

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circa 2184

The recruitment office for the Andromeda Initiative was about as clean and shiny as a robot’s ass. Clyff couldn’t help himself, as he sat in the waiting room, he moved a vase towards the edge of the table. The receptionist eyed him. Her sterile white gown, headpiece, and condescending glare culminated down to: don’t you dare. Clyff didn’t shove it off or anything. He just let it sit there and then drummed on knees.

The receptionist touched her headset, the light emanating from it was a sharp blue. “He's ready to see you, Mr. Ward.

He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up. “About fucking time.”

The woman ignored him and went back to her screen, probably relieved. She’d been less than happy when he showed up in citizen clothes. Apparently, this was supposed to be a very rigid interview. He hadn’t pulled out his Alliance suit, he wore that practically every day, and today was his off day. So, boots, jeans, a tacky Hawaiian shirt (hey, he tucked it in), and his hair a bit bed-ruffled was what she got.

If he thought the interviewer would be any better, he thought wrong. He was younger than Clyff and sat behind a clear desk, his screen easily viewed from the other side as he slid his fingers over the tiles, glancing at the Gunnery Chief only for a second. His hair was black and shiny, he was clean-shaven, and there was a light scent of some flower that filled the room. Clyff sat across from him in a chair that was made to hold a small child. He tried to get comfortable, only for the thing to groan and whine at his weight.

“Fucking piece of shit,” Clyff grumbled.

“Right, let’s start with that,” the interviewer said. Clyff could see that he pulled up the man’s disciplinary record. It wasn’t lengthy, but the notes in it did have a lot of red lettering. “It says that you’re prone to sudden fits of anger and violence.”

“Yeah,” Clyff said, pointing to the bridge of his nose that was knotted with scar tissue. “How do you think I got this sweet ass honker.”

“Yes, I’ve been reading about your extensive injury list.” He tapped something on his screen.

“Well, when you decide on a career in shooting assholes in the face, you’re met with a lot of bullets and explosions.” He then held his finger up, “except for this,” he opened his mouth up, pointing to the braces on the backs of his teeth. “I took a krogan to the face.”

The interviewer paused and held his pen above the screen. “And what exactly happened there?”

Clyff smirked. “I’m not talking about a sexual maneuver or anything. Though, I’d be down for any species, with the exception of--”

“That’s fine Mr. Ward.”

Clyff went on, ignoring the man. “Elcor. You know how odd that would be?” He starts imitating their flat drone, “ ’With forced enthusiasm, you’re great in bed.’ Boom All the romance, gone.” He was joking. He couldn’t stand the both literal and figurative wedgie this entire experience was giving him.

The interviewer exhaled, sliding over a few more tiles. Now he was in Clyff’s experience. Now that was a list. He scrolled down to something that the Gunnery Chief knew would come up. “It says here you were present on Torfan.” The man leaned in, pressing his elbows on the flat glass table. “Tell me, how has that affected you?”

“Well, I took mine to the face. So, that accounts for this,” he pointed to the metal staple in his ear and the long gouge across his mouth and cheek, “and I also have a hearing aid for the tinnitus.”

“I mean psychologically.”

“Right.” He shrugged. “I mean, I’m going to avoid moons that rhyme with ‘orphan,’ but other than that I’m fine.” He may not have been entirely fine, but he wasn’t going to snap at the slightest mention of the mission. Unlike many of his fellow Alliance Navy members, he hadn’t seen the worst of it.

The man lowered his voice, “Batarians are going to be on arks, as well, Mister Ward. Are you hostile towards them?”

“Are they being hostile towards me?”

“This isn’t a hypothetical situation, Mr. Ward.” The interviewer bored his young, soft eyes into Clyff’s own narrowed ones.

“Oh,” Clyff said, dragging it out. “You’re asking me if I’m racist. Nah. But, I mean, it’s kind of hard to be nice to Batarians. They’re always so aggressive.”

“So are you, Mr. Ward.”

“Fair,” he said with a shrug.

The interviewer closed out Clyff’s record and brought up a blank screen, and a keyboard formed underneath the man’s fingers. “Now onto to the important question. Why do you want to join the Andromeda Initiative?”

Clyff’s cocky smirk dissipated and he focused on the window behind the interviewer, towards the Citadel. His gaze became distant. “My daughter.”

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6 years previously…

Isabella stood at the top of a small step ladder, placing an ornament on the very plastic, very non-tree-like Christmas tree. She backed off the ladder and looked it over. “Look even to you?” she asked, turning back to Clyff. He wasn’t looking at the tree. He was looking at her.

“Yeah,” he said, taking a swig of beer.

“You aren’t even looking at it, you big oaf.” She rolled her eyes. “I have no idea why we are doing this. There’s aliens. There’s Protheans. There’s space travel. If it isn’t more obvious there is no God, I have no idea what would convince you.”

“Now Izzy,” he said, lowering his beer on their coffee table. “You know I come from an Irish-Catholic family. There will always be a God.”

“Even if a magical space deity appears and defames your Earth god as nothing but trivial nonsense?”

“Especially if that happens.” He smiled. “My mother would shake her head and go ‘I don’t believe you. Bring back the angry one with the beard and uncompromising rules about living your life.’”

Isabella snorted out a laugh. “Fair enough.” She looked back at the tree. “But I like decorating the tree. It’s oddly comforting.” She sighed. “But so tacky. You better be happy that I like dumb and ugly things.”

“Awe,” he said, acting upset. “That’s so mean.”

“But it’s so true,” she crooned with a smile. It dissipated for a second--but only for a second as Clyff swooped in and took her hand and placed his other on her waist. “W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“I love this song,” he said to the Christmas song playing in the background. It had been the same song for at least two minutes now, but he didn’t care. Anything to have her in his arms. She smiled at let him lead as they danced around their living room that was far too small for anything other than a prom waddle. But it was a graceful prom waddle.

Isabella placed her head on his chest. “I’m still amazed that you know how to dance.”

“Well, it was me and my sisters growing up, and there were two of them and one of me.” He sighed. “So, we got to participate in one after-school activity, due to being crazy poor, and my sisters outvoted me on dance.”

“But you were like, what, four? You’ve obviously kept it up.”

“Well, as Baby Clyff quickly learned, he wasn’t going to be sexy or charismatic. Might as well have something for Adult Clyff to do to woo the ladies.” He twirled her. “Baby Clyff was a fucking genius.”

Isabella pulled away and paused. “Speaking of baby.” She exhaled. “I’m pregnant.”

Clyff paused, almost laughed, didn’t, and stared. “That was… a segue… of… sorts.” He looked her in the eyes. Her lips were drawn tight.

“W-what do you think?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “Looks like we’re going to have to get fucking married.”

Isabella laughed and leaned into him. "Even your marriage proposal is dumb. But, I accept."

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

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back at the interview...

He thought that was the happiest moment of his life. He’d been wrong. It’d been when Sofia was born. The saddest was when Isabella died. And the most terrifying was when he had to protect Sofia in the Citadel. There was nothing he could do as showers of fire and ash rained down on them. If the interviewer had asked about that day, he might have been greeted with the psychological shudder that he'd wanted from Clyff.

“My daughter,” Clyff said again. “The only thing I have in this galaxy.”

The Elder Scrolls: Serpent's Fall

Ooh. I both love Skyrim and Farcry 5. The juxtaposition of both brings a lot of thoughts and ideas to the table, especially religion-wise in Skyrim. I'm quite interested.

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Are you guys still accepting submissions?

@Coppermop

@Sofaking Fancy So I stumbled across this. If ever a spot were to open up, please keep me in mind :)

@FantasyChic

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Interested for when a spot opens.
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@Plasma

Two spots are open. That being said, they have to make sense in the situation. They won't be hired by the Governor. The next scene will be in Alexandria. And they'll want to be hired by the caravan. So, replace the writing prompt about doing things in "Shreve's Port" into what you're doing Alexandria, and why they would seek this caravan. While I'll go over acceptances, just make it make sense. Also, make sure that you read through the other profiles.

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The Woods

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@Zoey White @Searat @Tim @Rockette
Felix’s bullet hit true, striking one of the mutts between the eyes. It fell immediately and skidded into the ground before its comrades. Sylvia’s burst of fire sent another dog reeling, stopping it midleap and pedaling into the ground before it—yelping.

T’s movements would go unnoticed by the now dead wolf, and the injured one. The one in the back turned its attention from Rocket to the android. It went to vault forward but paused as its leg had taken a damaging hit from T’s bullets. It was then an energy stream sliced off its back leg. “Yahtzee!” Rocket’s voice erupted from the woods, followed by a lot of shuffling. “Oh no. Oh no!”

Sully’s movements, leaning into his shot, gave him advantage. The dog that Sylvia shot into went down quick with his rifle. Sully began to back away to get a better vantage, and a bit into the forest. Vix, taking her advantage, buried her blades into the energy-weapon injured dog. It died underneath her immediately. They stood in the middle of a battlefield with three dead dogs, lots of blood, and a warhammer embedded into the ground. Shining a light before would reveal Rocket before them, hanging from a trap that looped around her ankle. She hung there. The energy rifle in her hand.

Something was sniffing at her in the darkness. There we a hulking form, and then a long growl. It was a Yao Guai—a massive, mutated black bear whose sights fell onto the group rather than the hanging woman. She remained her quiet, but tears streamed down her eyes. She was a noise from being ripped in two.

Graveside

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@Rtron @Simple Unicycle @WXer
Shepherd watched Franz’s actions as he spoke. Honestly, he had no way to react. He’d expected his son to far outlive himself, and as such he’d never see the burial ceremony. Yet, here in the middle of nowhere with strangers—it was a lot more comforting than he thought he should be. He swallowed hard as the salesman anointed his fingers with the clear liquor and slowly closed the eyes of the disfigured face of his son. The old man looked away.

Yet, when the super mutant procured the chest from the ground—Shepherd eyed it out of the side of his eyes. He slid his gaze back down at the massive hole that now existed for his son. His bulbous knuckles, slanted against thin digits, clenched. They were mercenaries, and they wanted caps more than anything. Why would he stop them? Yet, what could be in that case? What if it created more of what killed his son? That thought brought a coughing sob to his weathered lips.

Shepard then eyed the massive mountain of a man, Joe, and he nodded. “I agree,” he said through a strained voice. He took the body of his son and lowered it into the hole. He then wailed in depression as he cradled his son’s head in his hands and slipped into the grave. “But I don’t care for what you do, anymore.” He pressed Isaac’s head against his body. “Just bury me with my son.” He looked up. “Kill me. Bury me. Take your treasure.”