Tortoise

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

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How's about my question? Is there like any kind of disposition you'd wanna avoid in characters?

@TruthHurts22

Honestly, it's a tough one to answer, because I'd just have to see the sheet. My instinct is to say "No, killer-y characters are fine," but I would advise that I don't think the Caravan would actively shelter someone that they know is an (unjustified) murderer

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

Alright, my dude(tte)s, I'll be reviewing these sheets when I get home later.

In the meantime-

I’m interested. Can I join?

@ImaginedBird67

Of course!

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Speaking of animals, is it possible for us to have mystical beasts, like griffons, wyverns, pegasi, etc?

@MagusDream

Ya, for sure

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I've removed that part @Tortoise.

@MagusDream

Then you are approved!

@Tortoise

Roter Schwann

Name

Roter Schwann

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
Human, 28, 3 months in the Caravan.

Appearance:

Hidden for Size

Rote looks much younger than his 28 years due to healing magic and potions being used to preserve his looks.

History:

Roter was born in the Principality of Meissen in the north of the Continent, a land of cool summers and warm winters, of fertile fields and bustling cities. His family were mercenaries born and bred, who uplifted themselves from commoner stock and learned to read, write, and finally, cast Magic as well as swords. Roter admired his father, his mother, and the life they had bought for him, and sought to follow in their footsteps, training as hard as he can to serve his mercenary company - He handled training swords, he stabled horses, and he learned how to protect himself with Magic when shields and armor alone won't do.

At eighteen, he was already an accomplished fighter, and the Captain of the mercenary company, Abel, gave him the Company's most prized weapon, the fiery blade 'Galatine'. This roused jealousy from the other members of the mercenary company, which was bad as the Principality had just hired them to help defend against one of the most powerful nations in the region, the Osttereich, which had invaded the Principality on some trumped-up excuse.

Thanks to a 'suggestion' by the second-in-command of the mercenary company, Roter and a detachment of new recruits were left to guard a mountain pass believed to be away from the Osttereich's main offensive - It was, but the enemy had enough forces to overwhelm said pass anyway; 1,500 men against Roter and 150 folk. Even then, the defenders were able to hold out for nearly a week until the starvation, thirst, and the overwhelming numbers of the enemy forced them to yield.

It was only the beginning of their nightmare.

Mercenaries were not protected by the laws of war, and Roter's Captain, as well as his parents, had also been killed elsewhere and most of the treasure which could be used to pay for their ransom was seized. So after a quick trial, Roter and the survivors of his detachment had everything taken away from them and 'indentured' to the highest bidder for ten years. Despite 'indentures' theoretically having some rights, this was still a painful scenario, considering the temprament of his 'employers'.

The next ten years were not to be discussed, except that his youthful appearance was preserved using healing magic and potions, and also that the war between Meissen and the Osterreich ended with a peace which returned to the status quo (with a few miles of land being ceded to the Osterreich). Nevertheless, once it was time for him to be freed, his last employer had a gift for him: Galatine returned, as well as the revelation that his former mercenary company was still roaming around under the previous second-in-command's leadership... And that the reason he had been captured was because of treachery.

Rather than seek revenge, Roter thanked the employer for not delaying his freedom and for giving him the gift, and promptly joined the Pilgrim's Caravan; realizing that at 28, he had spent a decade away from his former home and his ties with it had been burnt away...

Personality:

Roter wants to think he's a good person; maybe he still is, but what did he know? His experiences for the last ten years were best not talked about, a source of shame to him which he is tempted to drown out with alcohol and sleep, but he couldn't just lose himself in those; he didn't want to die yet. He just wants to be away from it all, to forget the loss of the life he once had, the death of his parents and his Captain, and the separation from his friends (sometimes due to them dying while indentured) due to the betrayal they all had suffered. However, despite his focus on his own pain and misery, Roter also has a brighter side; he is protective of children and despises cruelty in general, having had enough of that in the past ten years.

And while he does not over-indulge in alcohol, he is ready and eager to just chat and feast with the other members of the caravan.

Motivation:

Overcome his trauma and make a decision as to whether to seek revenge or not.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:

Skills and Strengths: An athletic man who is proficient in the use of shields and swords as well as maces, and able to bear the weight of armor. A good singer and bard who is well-read in history and metaphysical theory as well as philosophy. Not just that, but he knows first aid and anatomy and is generally knowledgeable in general.

Magic: Roter is proficient in conjuring and controlling flames up to a few meters' distance, and is resistant to hot temperatures due to both magical and mundane training. However, where he truly shines is 'White Magic', namely conjuring up barrriers of Holy Light which can cover up to six closely-packed folk and casting waves of healing energy (which also take the form of Holy Light) which heal those they touch.

Weaknesses: Aside from his trauma and current indecision, Roter has a well of paranoia due to not knowing if he'll be betrayed by the person he talks to. He is also bad at lying, although he can shade the truth or omit various details or convince himself of his own words if he really needed to. He also has a well of self-hate due to how he feels he betrayed the men and women under him by allowing them to be captured. And finally, despite all that, Roter is easily taken in by a pretty face (both male or female) and the promise of romance and a shoulder to cry on...

Tools:

- Civilian Clothes.
- Armor.
- Shield.
- Dagger.
- A pouch of gold coins.

Galatine - A blade of Starmetal and Mythril which glows brightly when drawn, and allows Roter to send out waves of fiery energy which can burn through metal or waves of healing energy which can close the wounds and replenish the blood of a dozen people at once.

@Letter Bee

Also approved!

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

@Tortoise Our characters are in a caravan, meaning they probably would need mounts and such unless they want to walk. Am I allowed to make something to attempt to have it incorporated into the world? So, Cricket has a mount for her size?

@Katakuri

I vote that Cricket rides an actual cricket.

But to answer your question: you don't need to fill out a sheet or anything to give your character a mount. You can just say, IC, that your dudette is riding on one. Most of the writing and worldbuilding here will be done IC- I'm not the type of GM to make you fill out sheets for everything you wanna do. You can just give her a mount.

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

@Timemaster Ye I'm a bit overwhelmed, I feel like I need to hurry.

@Dark Cloud

You don't

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

So this has me a bit curious. I have a couple character concepts I could use for this but for one I am wondering what the sort of tech available would be. Or in this case, would firearms be something that may be present in this world? I have a character concept who would use a black powder revolver or double barrel pistol. Though I know that's something that doesn't always work in fantasy settings.

@Remipa Awesome

Unfortunately, I can't allow firearms in this setting. It just breaks the medieval fantasy vibe, imo.

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

Character Sheet

Kurama

Picture

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
<sub>Caelum Goblin - a subspecies of Goblins. Their skin color ranges between bright white to a dark black tone depending on where in Caelum they live. Height-wise they are like dwarfs with the tallest Caelum Goblin being a head shorter than the average human. Their bodies are slender and while the main majority keep the usual scales which Goblins are known for, there are some who have adapted to Caelum and feathers started to grow alongside with hollow bones similar to birds.

Kurama is 24 years old which makes her a young adult between her people which can live up to 80 years and she has been with the Caravan for just a month.</sub>


History:
<sub>Kurama was born 16 years ago at the bottom of Caelum which, considering the tallness of the Caelum mountain, was still a kilometre up in the air. Enough for one to make out the shapes in the distance and villages. For Caelum Goblins, the higher they lived, the higher their status was in their society with the reigning Goblin King at the top of the mountain. This didn’t mean by any means that Kurama had a bad start in life, only that she was restricted in what jobs she was allowed to do and her freedom of movement on the mountain.

It all changed for her when she discovered, by mistake, the magic of Alchemy. A yet undiscovered branch of magic for the Caelum Goblins which usually specialised in illusion magic. Alchemy, the combination of plants, powders and whatnot to make elixirs with different results. This made her one of the most known Caelum Goblins and elevated her to a very high rank in their society.

She dedicated her first years of teenagehood to medicine. Finding plants and combining them in different potions helped her people much as minor cuts and even bones would mend themselves with only a few sips of her drinks.

Alas’ it wasn’t enough for her. After trying all the possible combinations that she could think of, producing many kinds of elixirs, she pretty much reached a point of stagnation. Nothing else could be learned about Caelum and with the secluded state the Caelum Goblins were in, there was only one thing she could do. Leave the place of her birth and explore the world.

With a bit of luck, she encountered the Caravan and saw a great opportunity for research. Travel with them, gather materials and maybe, just maybe Kurama would achieve her greatest dream. The Elixir of Full Regeneration. A medicine so strong it could bring back anyone from the brink of death to a fully healed state.</sub>

Personality:
Kurama is a very curious person and is not afraid of taking risks. She knows that sometimes sacrifices have to be made to achieve greatness but she also understands that other lives are important and will not risk them at her expense.

Motivation:
_{Creating the Elixir of Full Regeneration}

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Alchemist: Kurama is proficient in imbuing magic and combining different materials together into creating potions with various results. While most of her research was focused on healing, there were some explosive by-products which proved to be dangerous if not handled properly. In order for this to work, she needs to have materials and a place where she can cook them up.
Low Level Illusionist: While a skill she never studied, she did manage to learn how to cast very minor visual illusions by watching her fellow Caelum Goblins.
Untrained for Combat: Kurama is essentially useless in combat without the use of her potions.
Herbalist: Kurama knows how to identify plants and can determine their properties.
Doctor training: While not the usual type of doctoring, Kurama knows which potions and what quantities to use in order to heal others.
Little to no social skills: Kurama doesn't know how to express herself in a diplomatic way and most of the times she can come up as blunt.

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: To invent a truly miraculous elixir.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Chaotic Good

Three Likes: Research, exploring, experiments

Three Dislikes:Nosy people, stagnation, destruction of ecosystems

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Mind

Worst Fear: Never achieving her dream

Favourite Color: Green

Most Like The Animal: Owl

Favourite Time of Day:Any

How They Dress: Casual but with long sleeves over her arms, a hood and glasses to protect her eyes

Favorite Season: Summer

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): Kathetikon the God of Knowledge

@Tortoise There she is 😁

@Timemaster

You're another player who hit on my weak points; I love both alchemy and goblins.

Anyway, it's approved.

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OK, I have something to show right now. I might add something more and revise it but I just want to showcase my character.

Young Mage of Secretive Origins

"I'm just your run-of-the-mill mage-in-training with the wish to be an archmage and a scholar. And I'll make my dream come true, you can certainly bet on it."

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Basic Information

Name: Ark Andraste
True Name: To be revealed.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Magician (Human)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Time in the Caravan: Just joined the Pilgrim's Caravan 2 days ago.

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Appearance and Fashion

Appearance: Ark is a 1.60m (5'3) tall young man. He is slender, not having any muscles to show off, and is clearly uninterested in building a muscular physique since, according to Ark himself, doesn't fit his image as a mage and scholar. His hair is white by default (he hasn't bleached his hair), his eyes are blue and his complexion is white. His clothing is composed of a black bodysuit with white crystals attached to parts of it (for reasons Ark doesn't know how to properly explain), and his white cape with red strings adorning it.

Dressing Style: Ark's fashion style revolves around using casual clothing. However, because of his own clothing, he's known to have an "eccentric" taste and likes to actually experiment with various types of combinations. In tandem with these facts, Ark hates using formal dressing and cannot stand to wear a tuxedo.

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Personal Information

History: Ark is the only son of two magicians in a small village from the deep eastern ends of Alwyne. He was born on a cozy and rather lovely farm, where his parents both decided to use their magic for a small and peaceful life instead of aiming grand towards the magister courts from the kingdoms in the world. And so, Ark has been freely training magic in order to actually inherit the farm and become its next owner, where he would keep working until the end of his life.

But that wasn't exactly his plan in life. Ever since he was a child, Ark had a dream of becoming an archmage, dominating various elemental magics (except for Dark types), and becoming a scholar. His dream is to build an academy for magicians from scratch, even though this idea might or might not have been done by someone else, while also allowing normal humans and other non-magical creatures to develop the passion and desire to learn about magic, control it, and use it.

Ark studied hard to grasp whatever elemental powers he could control, but his mana as a child only allowed him to master Light elemental magic (which he sticks up to this day). And because his parents were against his dreams, they limited how much research material Ark had any access to, and how much they would teach him about magic, and didn't let Ark leave the farm to pursue other places in the village to study. This, in conjuncture with his age, made Ark a "prisoner" and he wasn't accepting it.

When he finally completed 15 years old, Ark packed his things and ran away from home. He grabbed a trustworthy horse and some money he had gained from some errands and went away to the next town. He never returned back home, so he doesn't know if his parents are still after him or not. Ever since his escapade, Ark started a new life of doing some quests here and there, going around towns in order to continue studying his magic and pursue his dream.

However, Ark ended up getting into some trouble when he hit 17 years old. His horse ended up dying because of age and it was in the middle of a storm. He managed to go to another town on foot but had to stay in that town for more than what he actually wanted to. He did some quests on his own but still had to stay stuck in town for over a year because he wasn't being able to afford another horse with the money he had.

That's when he met the Pilgrim's Caravan and asked to join them in order to keep traveling and pursue his dream. After some talk and settlement, he became (possibly) the most recent member of the Caravan, and perhaps the youngest of the whole squad. And so continues the story of Ark Andraste, who's now a member of the Pilgrim's Caravan while continuing his own research for the time being.

... At least that's the story he tells whenever asked about his origin. Where Ark truly hails from, though, is a mystery. As far as he knows, no one doubts him (or at least shows some doubt) and he hasn't been fully questioned about everything. Yet.

Personality: Ark is bibliophile at heart. He loves to dig himself into books and has a passion for studying. While he doesn't limit himself only to the studies toward his dream goal, he tends to focus specifically on the study of other elemental magic, as well as the history of magic himself. Another quirk is that he gets really passionate whenever discussing these topics with others and can go for hours and hours talking about magic.

Speaking of his social skills, despite being a bibliophile, Ark isn't a loner. He's actually quite well versed in socializing with others and his very charismatic towards other people, whether from the Caravan or not. As a result of his travels, Ark can easily speak with people and has no problems approaching strangers, which doesn't fit too much with his love for books but it works in his favor.

Ark's also very noble and is ready to make sacrifices for those who don't have the same power or conditions as him. He's a very compassionate and kind-hearted fellow, to the point that Ark can be somewhat invasive. He's a good listener but wants to listen and will insist to have a conversation with people going through some trouble until they snap at him.

One thing Ark actually hates speaking is about origins, because of whatever he is hiding at heart. Whenever the topic of speaking about the past or something of the sort, he's the first to leave the table or the room. He is, in no way possible, open to speaking about it and gets extremely defensive if he has to talk too much about it.

Likes:

• Books on studies of the history of magic, elemental tomes, summoning, and alchemy;
• Traveling around the world and learning about different cultures.
• Wolves. Ark's a wolf person.

Dislikes:

• Drinking, the smell of alcohol and drunkards;
• Abuse of power and dealing with the snobs of rich people;
• Talking about his past.

Worst Fear: Returning home without fulfilling his dream.
Favorite Color: White.
Favorite Time of Day: Daytime.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Heart/Will or Mind/Reason?: Despite being a bibliophile, Ark follows his heart/will more than he follows his mind/reason.
Motivation: Ark's motivation to join the Pilgrim's Caravan is to continue his travels and to keep learning about the world. He also believes that he'll be able to learn about summoning if he keeps traveling with them.
Lifelong Dream: Ark's lifelong dream is to build an academy of magic, where people can learn about it, about how to use it, and discover a new way of living life.
Spirit Animal: Despite loving wolves, Ark considers his spirit animal to be an owl.
Faith and Beliefs: Ark isn't very faithful or religious, since he has a notion that religion can be used as a way to trick and deceive people who don't know any better. He does pray sometimes to Marietta, known as the Goddess of Protection, whenever he and his current team are on missions.

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Battle and Equipment Information

Skills: Ark, as a magician, specializes in ranged attacks by casting magic. This is his primordial skill, which means that he's one of the party's main magic-specialized attackers in battle. His magic, currently, consists of light elemental magic. This means that, through his mana, Ark's able to generate and manipulate light, as well as cast offensive spells based on this element, as well as creating shields and barriers of this element.

What Ark also learned throughout his journey is the ability to cast support spells related to stat buffing. This means that he also takes a supportive role of being able to cast buffs on his teammates, such as strength boost, defense boost, speed boost, etc. His supportive spell array also includes the ability to give light elemental affinity to his allies as well as to raise their resistance against light elemental attacks.

Outside of his magic skills, Ark is a great and fast reader, as well as a rather good teacher (if necessary). He's able to grasp information from a book in a matter of minutes and quickly tries to put it into ways to explain it to others in a way people can understand without using too many technical words.

He also has good negotiation skills and is able to work his way around with words. He also, somehow, is very skilled in dealing with nobles, but how and why are some things that no one knows, and Ark himself doesn't explain.

Strengths and Weaknesses: As a light elemental magic user, Ark is a great counter for dark elemental magicians considering the affinity between the elements. This means that his magic deals extra damage to dark elemental damage users. However, he also takes extra damage against dark elemental users, so while he is a good counter against them, he has to be careful since he has a weakness in this certain regard.

It's also important to notice that Ark loses if fighting against physical attackers because he lacks a weapon that's actually helpful in a fight. The fact that he has the stamina of a bibliophile also means that he can get exhausted quite easily because he doesn't do much physical exercise in the first place.

Weapons and Tools: Ark's "weapon" of choice is a light magic tome containing intermediate to advanced spells that he can use. Other than that, he carries a bag with some spare clothing, his wallet, some family belongings he took with him when running away (in case he needs to sell them for some extra money), and two other books with water and wind elemental magic, although he hasn't learned them yet.

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Music Themes

Main Theme (Ark): Pascal (NieR: Automata)
Main Theme (???): Song of the Ancients / Popola (NieR: Replicant ver 1.22)
Battle Theme (Ark): Snow Sisters (Under Night IN-Birth)

@MagusDream

This is a good one! Some slight tweaks: under your Skills section, we have this bit here-

What Ark also learned throughout his journey is the ability to cast support spells related to stat buffing. This means that he also takes a supportive role of being able to cast buffs on his teammates, such as strength boost, defense boost, speed boost, etc. His supportive spell array also includes the ability to give light elemental affinity to his allies as well as to raise their resistance against light elemental attacks.

-whereas we have not done anything with stats or other such numbers in this game. My intention is for Pilgrim's Caravan to be more narrative, about the character's experiences. We won't be dealing a lot with stats and combat numbers.

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

Thanks for both responses. I just like to check first because sometimes open doesn't mean really open. That and if there's too many to handle well...

CS:

Mergoux

Mergoux

Race: Half-Elf
Age: 87
Time in Caravan: Newcomer

Appearance: Six-foot and slender, Mergoux's muscled frame presents as a pillar of strength. Though nearing her nineties, she still resembles a woman in her late twenties. Her shoulder-length coal-black hair is usually worn with braids to keep it from her face but otherwise loose. Her face is plain and unremarkable, neither ugly nor pretty, its most memorable feature being a vicious scar that travels from immediately under her left eye to the edge of her jawline. She has numerous tattoos across her body. Most visible is the word "Vengeance" tattooed vertically down her chin and onto her throat. On her wrists, she has tattooed manacles, which attach to chains that coil up her arm to the elbow, where they shatter and turn into vines. The vines coil up her arms to her shoulders, where they encircle a flower with eight petals on her left shoulder and a stack of eight coins on her right. For clothes, she usually wears a form of leather jerkin or medium armor, prioritizing freedom of movement. She also wears an enormous amount of earrings in her ears, enough so that they'll clink and jingle if she turns her head to quickly. Finally, she is never seen without her helmet, a sleek metal piece that covers all of her face but for around her mouth and chin, and has two jutting metal spikes.

History:
Born Thalia Coldstone, Mergoux was the child of a meadow elf Elaina, and a Nordic merchant. Unfortunately in her home country, such couplings were seen with ill-disguised hatred by the majority, for though in that land Meadow Elves were known for peace, their cousins the High Elves were known for quite the opposite. Young Thalia faced such prejudice, that following an incident when she was eight, her father decided it was time for his family to leave. Bundling them into one of his trading caravans, they set off for greener pastures. They did not live to see that happy future.

Partway through their journey, their caravan was attacked by bandits, but this was no mere rabble. Unbeknownst to them, a great Shaman, proclaiming himself the Bandit King, had risen to power in the hinterlands, commanding a crime organization so vast it rivaled some smaller nation's own military might. Young Thalia's parents were killed, and she was captured as a slave, and brought back to the hidden fortress of the Bandit King. There, for the next thirteen years, she worked as a slave. First, as a kitchen wench, then as she grew older, bigger, stronger, they sent her to the mines, then finally to work as a logger to keep the fortress's fires burning bright. There, she finally managed to escape, traveling down the mountainside with no food, no water, and little to account for the bitter chill of a winter's storm. She would have frozen to death had it not been for a chance encounter with a band of mercenaries out for bounties on bandits.

They made their way down the mountain but only barely made it to the capital city, most of their party slain along the way by more marauding bandits, desperate to stop young Thalia from revealing the location of their hidden fortress. It was only by the hand of a god she was spared recapture and her new allies spared death.

When brought before the Queen, she revealed the location of the bandit stronghold and more information about both the mysterious Bandit King and his organization than had ever been known. In return, the Queen offered her whatever she might desire. Thalia asked for three things. A weapon, the training on how to use it, and to be allowed to be the one to kill the Bandit King. The Queen agreed, and Lord Horrus, god of heroes, further agreed to bring her to his training grounds, where the greatest heroes were taught under him.

However, all was not as it seemed, for while she was away learning to use the weapon she'd been granted, an ancient blade from the Kingdom's history, enchanted and powerful, the Bandit King was toppled, his organization obliterated, and his bandit hordes scattered. Of himself, however, there was no proof of his death. Thalia was furious at this betrayal, wanting to personally avenge her parents' deaths, but there was little else she could do.

Instead, she resigned to take on a role of a soldier in the Kingdom's army, for though the bandit threat was over, there were still many wars to be fought. For fourteen years, she was a soldier, promoted several times until she achieved the rank of Champion, a specialist in the army, promoted for their fighting prowess instead of their skill at command. However, when she was thirty-eight, a controversy occurred, and she was branded a scapegoat. Her time in the army had been hard, for many of her fellow soldiers harbored the same hate in their hearts that had forced her family from their home, but this was the final offense. Booted from the army, she sunk low, her life, her career, taken from her, those few she had found a sort of family in, lost from her again.

Little is known of what happened to Thalia Coldstone after that. Her record vanishes, but half a decade later, there arrived Mergoux. She was a servant of the god of death, now one of her sworn killers, and she was very good at what she did. A lifetime of abuse had turned her into a hateful, vengeful soul. She wanted death, to bring it, and have it brought to her, yet she could not bring herself to throw her life away. She had a new purpose. To slay every bandit, every criminal, every single being who might do to others what had been done to her. To harm them in any way was to earn a death sentence from her. For a time, this brought the mysterious helmeted mercenary a level of fame in her homeland, then a level of infamy, then after murdering a local mayor for unjustly evicting local farmers so that he might claim their land, she was finally branded an outlaw and a criminal herself. From there, she carved a bloody path South and vanished over the border, her stories fading into legend. Yet still, thirty years on, tales come back of a helmeted warrior woman butchering evil-doers. It is these tales that criminals use to scare their children into bed, lest Mergoux the Butcher come and lop off their feet, then make them walk home.

Personality:
Outwardly, Mergoux appears more than an empty shell of a person. She finds no personal joy in the world, yet is granted a deep satisfaction by her actions, and what little enjoyment she has in the world she finds most often with a blade in her hands. Yet behind that exterior, she is a broken woman, robbed of family and friends time and time again. Those who did not die by the sword, she was forced to watch grow old while she remained young. She puts all she has into her task, viewing it as the only positive thing she has left that she can do, for all through her life she has buried most of her emotions so deep, she's unsure if she could ever dig them out again. All manner of hope, peace, love are gone, left by a bitterness that leaves her off-putting at best. She is Mergoux, and she is hate.

Motivation:
Once again on the run from the law, Mergoux joins the caravan as an escape, and to perhaps further her goals of slaying wicked men on the road. Bandits are those she hates most, and bandits are always on the roads.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Skills/Strengths: Mergoux is a skilled warrior, trained initially under the god of heroes for five years, then further improving her own skills through a long life as a warrior. She is an unmatched master with her enchanted greatsword and to a lesser degree, a master of very nearly every other style of swordswomanship. She is further adept with most weapons and is noted as a proficient markswoman with a crossbow. Through her long life she has also become adept at hunting and tracking. She also possess a keen eye and a cunning mind, often allowing her to outwit her foes, though she's no great intellect. Finally, when she wants to be, she can be highly intimidating, and interrogation was a specialty of hers in the army. She also possesses rudimentary medical knowledge, as she's often forced to patch herself up rather than attend any healers nearby.
Finally, as a half-elf, Mergoux possesses both a speed both of mind or of movement faster than any human could attain. She also possesses an incredible sense of hearing.

Tools: Mergoux's armory and personal possessions are limited by what she can carry, but she always takes with her two magic items. Her sword, gifted to her by order of the Queen. Vainoth's Bane is a two-handed greatsword nearly as tall as she is. It is indestructible bar for perhaps melting it in magma, and is enchanted so that to the wielder, it weighs near nothing, allowing her to move faster and strike harder with the otherwise extremely heavy blade. The second is her helmet. It covers all of her face and head, except for the eyeholes and the area around her mouth and chin. It is enchanted that it nullifies any force that strikes its exterior. A giant could smash a tree on her head and it would connect as little more than the lightest of taps.

Weaknesses: Social skills. Mergoux is unlikeable, and has a hard time forming bonds outside of those formed in combat. Her elven ears often also present the problem of being overly sensitive to sudden loud noises, occasionally even leaving her disorientated briefly if the din is deafening enough. She also has extreme motion sickness and cannot ride a horse, a wagon, or a boat without extreme discomfort and nausea. Finally, Mergoux received little to know formal education before her 20s. While she'd picked up a lot, including the skills needed to read and write, she lacks a lot of more basic knowledge that someone might acquire through a more standardized education.

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want:
What Mergoux wants most is something she knows is unattainable. True peace. An end to violence and bloodshed and the harm done to those she sees as innocent. But she knows this will never happen, and so merely does what she can to mitigate such occurings.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be:
I'd say Chaotic Good, but it's up for interpretation.

Three Likes:
Her sword, her helmet, and hurting other people.

Three Dislikes:
Seeing those she considers innocent hurt, bandits, greed.

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?:
Mergoux follows her heart, using her mind. She's unlikely to act rashly, but she will act decisively.

Worst Fear:
Ever being imprisoned or worse yet, enslaved again. Nothing is worse than having one's freedom taken away by others.

Favorite Color:
Blue, like her mother's eyes.

Most Like The Animal:
A fox.

Favorite Time of Day:
Night, dark.

How They Dress:
Typically in pants, heavy boots and a sleeveless leather jerkin. In colder weather with a heavy cloak and thick padded gambeson. Her armor is medium, greaves, breastplate, bracers, a pauldron or two, prioritizing movement for her fighting style.

Favorite Season:
Summer.

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
They worship none, but respect all. Having trained under the god of heroes, and later serving under the goddess of death, she knows it is far better to respect them than anything else.

@Overlord Thraka

Wowza, it is rare that a CS is this much of a pleasure to read. You're an excellent writer. She's approved. Wonder what happens if Mergoux finds out about caravan members with criminal pasts?

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

I'm just starting a few things and I am still recovering from a surgery, but is it possible if the caravan can be joined mid-route?

@POOHEAD189

Of course. Part of my intention with this RP is that folks can join and leave freely, since the Caravan is always dropping people off and picking up new people. So yeah, no rush. Good luck with your recovery, my dude, you're in my prayers.

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

@XoXKieroBombXoX
Oh, excellent updates. Yes, he's approved.