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Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Yeah, neither Twisted or my own characters are in the Character tab (Just so you're aware, not rushing).

Otherwise, I'm looking forward to this! @TheDarkTemplar

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

I may have forgotten to mention that she often likes talking to herself. I'm going to add that back in.

Added.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Valerie Zylcan, Wraith Slayer

Credit to artist Stevie Cole (rui-shi.deviantart.com)

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Age: 28

Gender: Female

Race: Half-Elf (Wood Elf Father, Human Mother)

Rank: Templar

Personality:
Valerie is quite a compassionate individual, so much so that she worries constantly about the weaknesses of her allies being exposed or exploited. She also understands her own weaknesses very well, and will sometimes insist on doing things alone, simply to not endanger others due to her own shortcomings. Her mind is incredibly analytical, seeing things and connections that most people either miss, however, this means that she is often overly critical, and quite blunt, despite only wishing to be helpful. As a result, she generally keeps quiet, unless directly addressed, or she feels the need to speak up. The exception for this, however, is when talking to herself, or under her breath, where she can be as snarky or as blunt as she feels, without hurting another's feelings. She has an innate fear of a total failure, in which she will lose everyone she cares about, and, as a result, will not accept a rank that requires her to command others.

Bio

Valerie Zylcan is the only daughter of the male wood elf, Elvara Zylcan, and a female human, Samantha Zylcan. Not only was she an unusual half-elf for having a human mother, her mother and father were also married, and lived as textile merchants in the human kingdom of Farendar. Though there were some obvious hardships, especially with the racial prejudices found throughout the kingdom, Elvara and Samantha made a decent enough living, using the elegance of elvish design to create clothing and decorations that were as functional as they were beautiful. In fact, their living was decent enough that they decided to have a child, and, thus, Valerie was born into the world, and would remain one of the few half-elves that were not bastard love-children, abandoned by both parents, but, instead, was raised with love and affection that only caring parents could give.

It was quickly discovered, however, that Valerie was not made for the textile industry. She had always seen things a bit differently, obsessing over the flaws and weaknesses that each individual piece had, and seeking near-perfection in everything she tried to make, leading her to take months on a single piece that should have taken a few weeks. Disappointed that their daughter's quirks would mean their business would end with them, they began to search for a different form of apprenticeship for Valerie. For a while, she apprenticed under a local hunter, and she seemed to fit within that job rather well. The planning, the trapping, and the hunt all seemed to flow well for Valerie, so much so that her parents asked the hunter to make her a permanent apprentice. Unfortunately, he refused, not only because of what she was, but because he was leaving to more prosperous grounds, and knew that he would become unfavorable if he apprenticed a half-elf. It was only a short time after that the Covenant approached her parents about taking their daughter in to train her there.

Though younger than most other initiates, Valerie was able to hold her own on the archery range, but that was about it. It would take her several years before she was comfortable with a sword, and it was quickly understood that putting her in the heavy armor that Knights generally wore would only hinder her more. When it came to magical studies, she was weaker in that area as well, finding that, while she could manifest magic, but, the moment she tried to cast spells against targets, they fizzled before they ever left her person. She was, instead, taught how to coat her weapons in magical energy through a process called enchantment, although, as far as her training went, she was only able to add elemental damage to her weapons. This was because the majority of her training was to increase the efficacy of her hyper-analytical mind to be used as an advantage on the field. They labeled this type of training "Slayer Training," and focused on the understanding and exploitation of weaknesses, be it human, mer, or monster.

Eventually, she passed her trials, and was made an official Templar, only to be kept within the general vicinity of Starwatch, having her aid the people about the city, and never really send her on a hunt. That is, until they received word of an alleged Ice Wraith in the North, and determined that it would be a perfect opportunity to "field test" Valerie. It was here that she was given her sword, the yet-to-be-named Reaver, and sent off to dispose of the Wraith. She did so, and returned to find that they wished to promote her to a higher rank, to which she promptly refused. She knew all to well that she could not handle leading anyone, as she would over-analyze everything, and lead to just as much inaction as she would success, which was not something, she believed, the Covenant could afford.

Fast forward several years, and she is now under the command of Knight-Sergeant Draxis, and although she is neither his most trusted or his first, she is the analytical mind of the group, as well as the spellsword, and the scout. She has never accepted a promotion, though, she highly respects her Knight-Sergeant, as he lived through what she feared the most, and came out better for it.

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Weapons:

• The Reaver: A special, quasi-physical blade forged in a far-away land. This weapon, brought to power by an experienced Necromancer, affects both incorporeal and ethereal creatures as if they were fully corporeal. It does not, however, do anything special against corporeal targets. It's sheath, however, contains a powerful field of negation, making the blade appear and function as if it were non-magical until drawn from the sheath.
• Frostwood Bow: A bow crafted in the North, and possesses a natural Restorative magic within the wood, allowing it to self-repair from almost any damage. This allows it to fire enchanted arrows without the string being damaged or destroyed by the properties of the arrow, and prevents the bow from being affected by the arrow notched against it.
• Carving Dagger: It's a Carving Dagger. It's designed to carve monster hides. Back-up weapon if she becomes disarmed. Nothing special here. Move along.

Magic:

• Elemental, Enchantment: Valerie can coat her weapons in the magic of one of the following elements: Fire, Ice, Water, Electricity, Acid. This causes the weapon to do additional damage based on what element it is coated in, and can even allow her weapons to harm usually-intangible enemies (such as a water spirit), so long as the element would harm them. However, in addition to being the only form of magic she has learned, it seems to be the only type of magic Valerie is capable of. She cannot sling spells, and can only channel her magic through her weapons. She is currently working on a way to combine non-opposed elements, as well as learning how to coat her weapons in other forms of magic, such as a Necromancer's Energy Drain.

Other:

• Light Armor Training: Valerie prefers the use of lighter armors (studded leather is her personal preference) to the bulkier sets of full-plate that the other knights wear. She always felt they were too restrictive. As a result, she is generally more agile, and can perform acrobatic feats without penalty. She also doesn't sink like a rock if put into a situation where she has to swim.
• Slayer: Valerie's specialized training and skill as a Slayer allows her to survive in solo mode, as well as when working with a team. She has done extensive research on the weaknesses of all manner of creatures, and can understand the weaknesses of opponents simply by engaging with them, although this is not instantaneous, nor is it supernatural in nature. The drawback to this is, unfortunately, she can never simply "turn it off," and is in a near-constant state of awareness, and makes her wholly unfit to ever lead a team, especially from the sidelines.

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Post Example

The frosted winds of the northern mountains had been blowing quite hard this evening, pelting the region below with chilling temperatures. It was only luck that no snow or ice had begun falling, though, the evening light was growing dim, and soon, the cold of night would set itself upon the denizens of this village. However, it was not an issue for these villagers, as they were among the proudest blacksmiths that could be found. They used the colder-than-average temperatures to temper iron in a unique way, allowing for the forging of iron weapons and armor that were rumored to be more effective against the Mer. The heat and light of the forges, ones that burned throughout the night, would keep the village safe, for the most part. However, there was the occasional creature that made itself a threat, and that is why Valerie was here.

There were more than a few rumors of this creature's appearance: an Ice Wraith. While not technically a damned spirit from beyond the grave, it was an incorporeal creature that moved with bone-chilling cold surrounding it's very being. They are fiercely territorial, and, beyond that, they drained the heat of creatures around them for sustenance, making them almost impossible to fight in a prolonged battle. The best way to kill them was with a strong source of heat, and the forges usually repelled them, but not this winter. It had been colder than usual, and the forges could not burn as bright, which resulted in this Ice Wraith moving it's territory closer and closer to the village. Fearful, and rightfully so, they contacted the Knights of the Dawn, and asked for someone to deal with the problem. They had chosen to send Valerie, the 24-year-old Templar that had shown incredibly skill in hunting down "monsters."

"This cold is nearly unbearable," she said, huddling within her furs for warmth. She was stationed in a watchtower closest to the mountains, where she was to keep alert for any and all suspicious activity. The Wraith had yet to be confirmed, and it could simply be a Frost Troll, something that was far more manageable. Looking down at her sword, she began to get a flashback of what had transpired before she came here...

"We're sending you on your first real solo mission. It's not something we normally do, but, it's also not something we can spare an entire squad for. It could be nothing, but, given your aptitude in your training as a Slayer, it has been decided that you should investigate."

"It would be my honor, Knight-Lieutenant. What, may I ask, am I hunting?"

"It could be anything, but, eyewitness reports seem to suggest that an Ice Wraith has been making it's way towards a village in the North."

"... An Ice Wraith? I mean no offense, Knight-Lieutenant, but, why me? Even with my ability to enchant, my magic is relatively weak, and their natural aura would even further negate my fire. Shouldn't you send a mage?"

"No. This will be a perfect test of your abilities in a solo environment. However, we are not sending you there completely unprepared. Consider it your reward for completing this mission, paid before it is done." With that, the Knight-Lieutenant had waved his hand, and two Initiates brought forth a sheathed blade, set it before Valerie, and left, allowing the Knight-Lieutenant to continue. "This is a very special blade. We still don't know all the details of how it's magic exactly works, but, it will allow you to defeat the Wraith. We've not much use for a single weapon like this, and it's power is not valuable enough to be locked away with our other relics. Consider it your payment, in full."

"But, sir, how will a magical sword help me defeat a Wraith? Even magical weapons have their effectiveness reduced, if they even connect at all."

"This weapon, Templar Zylcan, is not your usual magical sword. It exists as simultaneously physical and ethereal, and, according to the mages that have examined it, it should cut through incorporeal creatures as if they were solid. Now, enough questions, your official orders are sealed in this envelope, and you depart for the North immediately." With that, Valerie took the envelope, and the blade, and began to leave the office, only to hear as she departed, "Oh, and bring some furs with you. It might get a bit chilly."

... Her mind snapped back into the present, the temperature of the area having plummeted, and she felt herself shivering, even beneath her furs. That's when she saw it, or, more accurately, saw that which surrounded it. The very air about the creature was frozen and freezing, giving the creature a false form. She knew that, beneath that ice, there was nothing physical. If she was a mage, this would be over quickly, but, she wasn't, and it wouldn't be. Valerie climbed down that watch tower as quickly as she could, and landed on the frosting ground, holding the sheathed blade in her right hand as she approached the creature. As the creature spotted her, her left hand quickly drew the blade, and immediately felt the difference. The weight of the blade was almost non-existent, and it seemed to be almost transparent, as if it was a poorly made illusion. However, the very presence of the blade seemed to agitate the Wraith, who became immediately violent. Draining the heat from her seemed to no longer be it's priority, as it formed the ice about it into many daggers, and began firing them at her.

Thinking quick, Valerie dodged to the right with a quick roll, more of a half-flip than anything else, skidding to a quick stop, before rushing at the Wraith. She had to end this incredibly quick, otherwise, she'd be forced into a hypothermic state, and die. The fading blade became coated in fire, and although it's flames were dim, their purpose was served as she extended her left arm out to her side, using her speed to substitute for the strength, and sliced through the Wraith. She had felt as if she had missed entirely, or, perhaps, the blade could not function while enchanted, as she felt no resistance as she carved through her opponent. However, her fears were quickly dispelled, as the area itself began to increase in temperature, and, as she turned about, she saw the ice that had enveloped the wraith was in two halves, and melting rapidly. Smiling to herself, she sheathed the blade back into it's scabbard, and immediately felt the weight of the blade again.

"How strange," she told herself as she began walking back towards the village, tightening the furs around her as she shivered.

"It's still too damn cold."

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Theme Song(optional):
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Credit to TheDarkTemplar for layout idea.

Blood and Gold (Ebonfort)

What the hell happened to this place? Everyone's on edge, and the entire city feels like it's going to go up in flames. These, and several similar thoughts, traveled through the young harpy's mind as she entered the city of Azure Strand for the first time in more than a season. The entire vibe of the city made her usually-ruffled feathers stiff, as if she was preparing for the worst. She had known this city was renowned for it's criminal activity, and that's why she trusted it as easily as she did, at least when it came to holding her cart and horse. Money spoke the loudest in this town, and she was a somewhat-known merchant (among merchants) who had always been good to her word, so, payment was all-but assured, so long as they kept her stuff safe.

It wasn't the condition of her horse and cart that bothered her, though. She had yet to go pick it up. No, the very air of the city seemed stiff, the shadows, darker, and everyone seemed to keep to themselves even more than usual. What's more, the Knights seemed to be getting the worst of it all, so, she assumed that they had done something to cause it. Could they have tightened the laws of the place? she wondered, gazing at a group of Knights walking perpendicular to her own path, watching as everyone seemed to avoid them like the plague. It was at this point that her ears picked up the sound of a crowd gathering, and her attention was turned to a man standing atop a crate. Even though she was some ways away from the crowd, she could see and hear him clearly. Sometimes, it paid to be who she was.

After he finished his speech, she checked what coin she had on her, not including that special sealed box she kept for emergencies only, and shrugged. It would be nice to get back into the market with a bulk auction, especially if it was going to be private. Privacy meant discounted goods for special buyers, and that was something she was more than willing to take part in. It wasn't like she was going to go after anything specific, or anything particularly dangerous, but auctions generally sold bulk for less than street vendors, assuming competition wasn't ridiculous. Besides, worst case scenario, she could always dip out and buy from a standard merchant, and a single silver was a small price to pay to potentially find a great deal.

In fact, her own business-centered mind had distracted her, that she didn't notice the crowd scatter about her, some avoiding her simply because of what she was, though, most just seemed to be moving back to their own individual tasks. In particular, a rather large man bumped into her, an orc, it seemed, and knocked her back. She would have fallen completely over, but caught herself with a flap of her wings, the updraft pushing her back, and her talons catching the stone paving underneath her, straightening her to an upright position, and she smiled, somewhat embarrassed, to the man that had ran into her.

"Oh no, I should be the one apologizing," she said, her voice, while somewhat bashful, was quite melodious in nature, "I shouldn't have been just standing here. I should have gotten out of the flow, or gone with it."

Ebonfort

Character Image

Credit to Artist, Endless Warr

Name: Cecielle of Alanix

Race: Harpy - Non Arma

Information about Harpies

Harpies are an all-female race of monsterous humanoids that come in one of three varieties: those with wings instead of arms and hands (Non Arma), those with back-positioned wings with arms and hands (Arma), and those with wings located along their arms, but still in posession of hands (Ala Arma). They are known, in legend, for their seduction and/or kidnapping of humanoid males for breeding purposes, only to release them after their purpose had been fulfilled. A child born of a union between a harpy and a non-harpy always results in a female harpy, though the child often cosmetically resembles the father. The sub-species of harpy is not genetic, and it is random in terms of which one a newborn will be.

Though fiercely protective of their home and their kin, they rarely seek violence otherwise, and will very rarely take sides in a conflict that does not directly involve them. While it is not unknown for certain tribes to maintain favorable connections and relationships
Harpies have the following racial traits:

• Natural Flight
• Darkvision
• Keen Sight
• Natural Insulation

The Non Arma (Latin for No Arms) variant of Harpy comes from the fact that the species has wings in place of arms. There are other notable difference as well.

• Prehensile Talons (the talons that replace her feet can be used as hands.)
• Enhanced Rotator Cuffs (the legs can stretch up to both in front and behind her head.)
• Prehensile Wings (the feather-tips can act as finger-like appendanges)

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Birthday: 36th of Saffra, 277 DM

Birthplace: Indigia Mountains

Resides in: Alternates between the Indigia Mountains and the region of Ebonfort. She is a peddler by trade, so she is rarely in a single city or town for more than a week or two.

Occupation: Peddler (Traveling Merchant) [12 GP 5 SP / day]

Description: Cecielle stands at, roughly, five (5) foot, and, thanks to her avian nature, weighs a light ninety-nine (99) pounds. She is somewhat attractive, although does not boast the same qualities as the line of a matriarch would. Her feathers do not shine, despite their insulation and hydrophobic nature, and are often seen as 'messy' by other feathered creatures. Her voice, while melodic, is softer than your average Harpy, and, as such, it is generally easier on the ears for your average human.

Personality: Generally counsidered a negative trait for harpies, Cecielle is relatively humble in most of what she does, though not to the point of self-degredation. She does not fuss about the state of her feathers, or the quality of her clothes, nor does she try to make herself the most alluring or the most able mother. In her eyes, her time is better spent doing what she loves: assessing the markets and deciding when and where to move goods. Cecielle absolutely loves all things related to economics, from the mathematics to the money to the goods themselves, and can, at times, become obsessed with certain aspects. Some would also consider Cecielle oblivious, but this is not the case, and while she lacks the ability to pick up on subtle hints such as tonal changes, she is very perceptive of body language, to a point of over-analyzing people as she speaks to them, especially if a business deal is involved.

History

The Alanix tribe has been nestled along the higher peaks of the southern Indigia Mountains since before magic left this world, and, since Harpies are not magical creatures by nature, remained relatively unaffected by the sudden change that it brought about. They are a relatively unique tribe, simply because they have never been known to "hunt" species for mating. In fact, their relationships with both the Ebonfort Empire, as well as the other creatures within the mountains, have been amicable at worst. They have offered their services as guides and guards for those wishing to traverse the peaks, as well as offering information about the movement of wildlife along the mountains, and the weather patterns that move up and down the peaks. Because of this, though the Alanix are not the only tribe of harpies that live along the mountains, they have certainly received the best reputation.

In recent centuries, since magic had left the world, their services were relied on more, and the infrequent contact they received became far more prevelant in their society. This was good, as, to keep the numbers of their tribe up, the members of the Alanix tribe almost always accepted payment in the form of "marriage," in which a male would mate with one of the harpies that aided him, and would remain with the harpy, and the tribe, until after the child had been born (it was not uncommon for males in this position to remain with the harpy in question, as some took the idea of fathering a child seriously enough to enter into an actual marriage with the harpy). However, it got to the point where that method of payment was no longer viable (or welcome, as the case may be), so they looked into the exchanging of goods and knowledge for their services.

Cecielle was born into the world with only a mother, a result of a temporary "marriage" that did not evolve into anything more during her developement. She was the first child of an Ala Arma harpy (orig13.deviantart.net/e672/f/2010/296/.. [Credit to Isthar]) named Ollyne and a human red-head whose name remains unimportant. While being raised, her mother realized that she did not wish to become mother to another child, and began to ask those she aided to, instead, teach Cecielle skills pertaining to certain trades, namely mercantilism. This went on for many years, until Ollyne had a nasty run-in with a mountain bear, and ended up permanently crippled, having lost one of her arms protecting a peddler. Normally, such an act would have also cost the peddler much, but, Ollyne struck a deal between him and the tribe: take her daughter, Cecielle, on the road, and teach her, first hand, a different way of life, so that Cecielle would have the option to choose her own path in life. So, for the first time in the tribe's history, a fledgeling left the tribe's nest, and learned to walk a completely different path.

It was not easy for Cecielle, especially not at first. She had barely gotten her first bout of flight feathers when this happened, so, she was still quite inexperienced in the world, and had only a very lose grasp on mathematics themselves, let alone economics. Not only that, but, she was seen by many other merchants as a potential piece of property to own. However, a peddler's word in business is his honor, and, despite several generous offers, Cecielle was never sold, and was, instead, taught how the world traded with goods and currency. Because of the kindness (and guilt) of the peddler she had been delegated to learning from, Cecielle began to become fascinated with all of the things she had, initially, struggled with, and though she had to work far harder at understanding all of it than, say, a human child would have, she did begin to grasp it.

As time went on, Cecielle became less of an apprentice and more of a traveling companion for the now-aged peddler. She developed quite the tongue of her own, and a business sense passed on from her teacher, plus her own natural intuition, led to a combination that earned her both respect and contempt. Though human culture was still largely a mystery to her, and even the years spent traveling the region of Ebonfort did little to fully inform her of all the nuances, Cecielle understood the important parts, and would soon become the focus for a very disgruntled merchant. His name was Edward, and he owned a small fur business in a moderately sized village in the forest west of Silent Rise, and though he was only a decade older than Cecielle, he carried himself as if he had the wisdom of the ancients. However, he was also a dishonest merchant, and although it was suspected, no one had been able to prove it. He was also the one Cecielle came through to buy furs from to sell for a profit in Stonecrest, as a harsh winter was expected to hit.

No one but Cecielle and Edward know the exact details of what went down during negotiations, but it ended with Cecielle leaving to buy from a merchant elsewhere, and Edward so mad, one would think a demon of rage had possessed him. It is important to note that Cecielle rarely traded for currency directly, and would often sell things to merchants on credit, or trade them in for something of equal value. This was a trick taught to her by her master, who, at this point, had retired to open a store of his own in Stonecrest. On this specific trip, she had brought wheat from a small farming village just south-west of Ruby Banks to trade for the furs, as the price of wheat had gone up due to the bounty of a harvest that was pulled in. However, Edward had tried to swindle her for a reduced price by planting insects into the specific of bundle of wheat he had taken in for inspection. Somehow, he had managed to smuggle them into the bundle without the inspector noticing, but not without drawing suspicion for Cecielle, who immediately called him out on his trickery.

At least, that's how Cecielle tells it. Edward makes her out to be some sort of witch who tricked both him and the inspector. Regardless, the inspector sided with Cecielle, and the negotiations ended with the promise of a formal investigation into Edward's business practices. It is said that greed can cause men to be vengeful, but pride is just as deadly, and Edward had a plan to capture Cecielle and sell her off to a slave smuggler, who had promised her disappearance completely. The night of her departure, brigands, who had been suspected of being on Edward's payroll for years, stopped her on her way out of the village, and threatened her with death if she did not hand over her cargo. Not wanting a fight, she allowed them to take what they wished, but that was not sufficient. The brigands had been hired to provoke her into a fight, and then parade her unconscious body around, to show everyone what happens to monsters who lie and steal. They degraded her, and insulted her character, as well as her honor as a merchant, all the while trying to pinch and pull, trying to find something that would force her take action.

They found nothing, and she remained with a cool head and composure. This, needless to say, pissed the brigands off, to a point where they got physical with her. Cecielle, all the while, stayed the righteous path, only ever matching their poisonous words with wit of her own, which made them even angrier. Eventually, one of them grew impatient, and threw her against the side of the carriage, and threatened her with rape, claiming that no one would even care. Finally, in that moment, she bore her fangs, or, more accurately, her talons. Nothing fatal, but, the damage she did to him ensured that he'd never be able to follow through with any threat of rape. The remaining brigands, after seeing one of their own done in with almost no effort on Cecielle's part, grabbed their injured companion, and ran. Cecielle used her same skills of diplomacy and wit to ensure she got to the village's watch first, and informed them of what happened, in great detail, and was told to stay put another day while they investigated her story.

Needless to say, they confirmed her tale, and found, on the brigands, a writ of service, instructing exactly how to capture the harpy, and where to receive payment, with Edward's signature. As Cecielle's master would say, "his arrogance was his own downfall," and she never heard from him again. However, her name was heard a bit more frequently amongst peddlers, and she was no longer simply a stranger who had been taught their ways. She was accepted as one of their own, and, finally, she felt it was time to show her mother all that she had accomplished. After making preperations, and lodging her horse and cart in Azure Strand, she made her way back towards the mountains that held her tribe, though, within those frigid peaks, her return was not as warm as she'd expected it to be.

When she arrived, she was, at first, treated hostily, and was assumed to a member of a rival tribe. After some discussion, however, her name was recognized, and she was allowed to enter the tribe, which had grown even more, albeit only somewhat, since she had left. Her mother, she found out, had never given in, and Cecielle remained her only child, and she had become a respected wise woman of the tribe, despite her relatively young age. Her word was listened to more readily by the younger harpies, and the elders looked to her as the voice of youth. And, even though Cecielle was largely looked at as a stranger, Ollyne recognized her daughter almost instantly, and welcomed her back with an open wing. Their time together was brief, however, as Cecielle had only come to stay until the new year, when she'd need to make the flight back to Azure Strand, and begin the year of trading all over again.

This was last year, 300 DM, and while she was able to regail the younger harpies with the tales of her adventures in the market, the older ones paid her little mind, and even less respect. Her mother had done something unprecendented, and some of the elders resented both Cecielle and Ollyne for what happened eighteen years ago. However, her visit was largely uneventful, and, with a somewhat mocking good-bye wish for Cecielle to return with a child of her own, Ollyne bid her daughter goodbye, and Cecielle made the journey back to Azure Strand. It would have been a shorter trip, but, she had paid for the entirity of the month of Jadeyan for storage and care, so, she decided to take a more scenic trip. What she arrives to find, and what awaits her in the year 301 DM, is yet to be determined, and, though Cecielle expects another year of business, both profits and losses, and a fluctuating market, she may come to find far more.

Skills:

• Combat Skills
  • Unarmed Combat - 10 (10)
• Personal Knowledge Skills
  • Business - 45 (45)
• Profession Sklls
• Social Skills
  • Negotiation - 10 (10)
  • Seduction - 30 (30 Racial)
• Support Skills
  • Aerobatics - 5 (5)
  • Observation - 10 (10)
  • Wilderness Survival - 10 (10)

Possessions: In order of purchase

• Money: 690 GP 5 SP 0 CP
• Gems: Emerald, 1ct (500 GP) ;
• Merchant's Outfit (Craftsman's Outfit) [1 GP]
• Horse, Light [75 GP]
• Cart [15 GP]
• Bit and Bridle [2 GP]
• Feed (8 Days) [4 SP]
• Merchant's Ledger (Book) [2 GP]
• Parchment, 10 sheets [1 GP]
• Ink, 3 oz [2 GP 5 SP]
• Inkpen [1 SP]
• Traveler's Cloak [1 GP]
• Studded Leather Cuirass [25 GP]
• Chain, 30 ft [90 GP]
• Crowbar [2 GP]
• Hammer [5 SP]
• Magnifying Glass [100 GP]
• Merchant's Scale, High-Quality [100 GP]
• Mirror, Small, Steel [10 GP]
• Lock, Amazing [150 GP]
• Lockbox, Steel [50 GP]

Contacts:

• Victor Eldin - Master (Stonecrest)
• Ollyne - Mother (Southern Indigia Mountains)
• Alanix Tribe - Home (Southern Indigia Mountains)

Trade Ledger:

Ledger:
Starting: 1100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
Starting (After Creation): 571 GP 5 SP 0 CP

GP per day = 12 GP, 5 SP (5 GP for Merchant Profession, Journeyman Rank x1.25 for own business)
12 GP, 5 SP x 59 days (Jadeyan) = +737 GP, 5 SP
Common Living Expenses = 2 GP/day = -118 GP
Total = +619 GP, 5 SP

Updated (After Jadeyan Pay): 1191 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved

Long ago, in a distant land...

I, Aku, the shapeshifting master of darkness, released an unspeakable evil. But, a foolish samurai warrior, wielding a magic sword, stepped forth to oppose me.

*epic battle*

Before the final blow was struck, I tore open a portal in time, and sent him to the future, where my evil is law! Now, the fool seeks to return to the past, and undo the evil that is Aku!

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So, with that aside, hello, all! My name is David Knight, and I am a 21-year-old Tech school graduate who enjoys roleplaying! I'm not extremely picky on what I like to do, I just like to roleplay and have fun! I hope to get to know all of you at some point, and can't wait to see the kinds of stories we can write together.