Winterwake

The Sea King

@Warborn123@Sirkaithethird@Drakey Hey!
I don't want to be a party pooper, nor am I one of the DMs. I don't know how historically accurate our DMs want to keep this RP considering it's in the free category. Regardless, in my opinion the fact that it's listed as Viking RP should prompt players to create characters with some semblance of historical accuracy so I feel the need to point out a few things.

Equipment:
A modified set of half-plate armour that she uses. SHe also wears a black gambeson underneath.
A greatsword is strapped to her back, along with a longsword.
On her left hip swings a one-handed arming sword.
Across her chest are three throwing knives.
On her right hip is a dagger.
On her left forearm is a black and red buckler with her family's crest on it.
Family Crest:

@Drakey

First and perhaps most importantly. Plate armour absolutely did not exist in Europe during the viking age, and though earlier Romans had plate armour in the form of their Lorica Segmentata this armour did not last into the viking age. The armours of the time were almost always chainmail or the rarer lamellar.

Big picture of typical viking age equipment

Secondly. Longswords, these weren't in use during the viking age, in fact they only really came into use 600 years after this RP is set! Greatswords/Claymores/Two-handed swords came even later than longswords. Arming swords are forgivable, as they are what evolved from the earlier Viking swords but tended to have much larger guards. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viking_sword
Thirdly, throwing knifes are almost always a no-go in general. Javelins and hatchets do what they do much better.
Lastly. Family crests weren't really a thing, the first evidence of a family crest/coast of arms/escutcheon were evidenced by the Bayeux Tapestry from the 11th century. Wherein some of the warriors have shields painted with crosses and nothing more.

Once again, I am not a DM and it's up to the DMs to decide what to do with their RP but the historian in me felt the need to speak nonetheless!

Edit: Bonus! Women warriors were totally a thing in viking culture. The absolute badassery that is the skjaldmær. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shield-maiden

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'The Garden' Brothel

Sir Luca Aimery

Shortly after leaving the same girl who had lead him upstairs to Madame Rose's office returned with a jug of water and ceramic cup, and was followed into the room by an armed bouncer who nodded in greeting towards Luca. The girl placed the jug and cup on Madame Rose's desk, offered Luca a parting farwell and curtsied before making her way back out again "I hope monsieur is satisfied, if that's all I shall leave and send Madame Rose up as soon as she returns." closing the door behind her.

Once the serving girl leaves, the burly bouncer introduces himself with a gruff voice and deep chuckle. He was a tall man, but by no means prodigiously so, heavily muscled and wearing a sleeveless leather jerkin and linen pantaloons, with a bald head and a horseshoe moustache and was armed with a steel-studded wooden blackjack. "Me being here's just a precaution, monsieur, you know how things are in the city these days and Madam Rose doesn't much like her office being left unguarded. Name's Henry by the way."

The Sea King

Appearance:
Tall even for a Norseman, though not quite as tall as Uffr.
Lithe of build with sinewy limbs.
Soft of voice but speaks with a bitter undertone.
Pale blue eyes, shaved, tattooed head and a full, braided beard.
Arms, chest, scalp and face covered in a tapestry of dark blue tattoos with, Mjölnir, Vegvísir, Valknut, Sólarhvél and Ægishjálmr designs being most prominent.

Name: Ulf "Thrallson" Egilsson
Personality: Whimsical, cynical, paranoid, comical, melancholic.
Backstory: The son of a Svear couple taken from their homes as by raiders and kept as thralls, Ulf was born free and raised comfortably as a slave by a good master until he bought his own freedom. Between him becoming a freeman many years ago and now, Ulf joined many a raid to the south, east and west from which he earned a reputation as both a good companion and a vicious combatant.
Equipment: Dane axe, gjermundbu helmet with mail aventail, lamellar armour, small round shield on back, bearded axe at waist.
Skills: Cunning, fearless, uncanny endurance, deadly with a pole-weapon

The Sea King

Here's mine, let me know if you're happy with it as well.

Edit: Moved to character sheets tab! Thanks @Warborn123!

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@Caits Absolutely, just PM me with your character or post it in here first, when you're done with it.

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'The Garden' Brothel

Sir Luca Aimery

"Oh? How mysterious. Madame Rose isn't here at the moment, she left not long ago." said the girl to Sir Luca as she closed the door after him. Despite the teasing, she knew better than to get too inquisitive and she could see that Luca was anxious to find Madame Rose. "If you've got the time to spare I don't think she will mind if I let you wait her in her office" added the girl as she makes her way past Luca, brushing a hand against his backside as she does.

She lead him up a flight of stairs to an indoor balcony which ran around the entire room, on one side was an ornately carved wooden railing which gave those above a good view of the main lounge below, and on the other side were rows of closed doors leading to the bedrooms. The girl continued along the walkway, leading Luca to a double-door which she opened. Inside was a huge, 4-poster queen bed, a bathtub, a wardrobe, an armchair and a locked desk, all built in the same style and pattered with an array of carvings. One of the walls was lined with bookshelves containing a large collection of ledgers and books. "Would you like for us to get you a drink?" Asked the serving girl as she turned to leave.

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The Great Northern Wood

Emirien

Davian jumped in surprise at the sudden cry behind him looked over his shoulder as Emirien fell forward, causing him to let go of a handful of twigs he had brushed aside which twang back and hit him in the face. Davian stumbled back in surprise, directly away from the branch that hit him and out of Emiriens way, unable to react in time to even try and catch her. He rubbed his right eye with his fingers and started forward to attempt to help Emirien up by offering her his hand. He quips "That could have gone better." and then follows up straight away with sincerity "Are you alright, Emmy?"

The Sea King (Viking RP)

I'm interested in this as well.

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'The Garden' Brothel

Sir Luca Aimery

Shortly after Luca knocked the door was answered by a young girl, though her exact age was difficult to place. She had a smile on her face as she opened the door, and was dressed in a corset coupled with a flowing sleeveless gown which looked to be at least a size too small. "You don't have to knock, monsieur, come on in." she said as she held the door open and stood aside for Sir Luca.

The brothel was well lit, with wide windows high up on the walls and a candle lamp on each table. Me and women made merry within, talking, drinking and occasionally groping. A pair of burly guards who were stood beside one another talking at the other side of the building peered at Luca through the open door while a third stood by the door, taking no notice of him. These were not the city guards one finds patrolling the streets, but armed bouncers hired by the Madame of the brothel to keep it and her girls safe.

The girl who answered the door reached for Sir Luca, offering him her hand and purring "Come on into the warm, sit down and get comfortable".

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The Golden Gryphon

Tomas De'Sean of the Salt

The barman keeps his eye on Tomas and the few gathered parties and patrons in the Gryphon while he goes about his business behind the bar, only occasionally turning around to pour a drink or clean a glass. It seems he keeps his eye on Tomas not out of suspicion but rather to pay close attention to the patrons reactions to the music. Some turn away from their meals to watch Tomas play, some continue on without showing any change in their mannerisms or even signs of having noticed the music.

Once Tomas finishes playing many of the patrons within who turned to watch him raise their cups in silent toast, and the barkeep, whether he likes the result or not grins at Tomas and salutes him, placing two raised fingers against his brow. Perhaps unsurprisingly he fishes some copper shards from his money apron in plain sight of Tomas, counts out the exact change for the drink and places the money under the bar counter with a single, firm nod.

The Residential district is generally far quieter than most of the others, save for perhaps parts of the Delucian district, and now that the patrons who were watching Tomas play his flute have gone back to their feasting and drinking the low hum of many a conversation and the gentle tapping of silverware on crockery are the only sounds which can be heard. Such conditions seem to almost invite Tomas to begin playing another song.

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Eastern Farmlands

Emirien

"Absolutely, we shall!" said Davian enthusiastically as he made after the two hounds, through the gate and then around and past Emirien's house towards the great forest further north. Only one thin, messy field of uncultivated land divided Emirien's house from where the forest started abruptly.

Emirien and Davian had to watch their footing as they followed after the dogs across the field as the occasional large stone or hole in the ground, likely dug by a rabbit or badger could leave either with a broken foot. The dogs ran happily along lead by their noses after the scent of bird and didn't seem to care much for the smell of rabbit and badger for the time being.

It wasn't long before they had reached the woods. There was no commonly used footpath or trail leading into them here, save for that marked by a few broken off twigs and trodden ferns which Emirien and her family may have used in the past. Still, that didn't seem to bother Davian who pushed twigs and branches aside with his arm. "Have you ever seen a real, live Dreg, Emmy?" He questioned idly as he made his way into the woods.

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Delucian District

Sir Luca Aimery

The midwife had her eyes covered by her hands as Luca came back into the room, and a set of bloody fingerprints covered her face and forehead. Her look of horror turned to one of anger as he spoke and handed her the coin, and if looks could kill, Sir Luca would be naught but a pile of ash. Even so, the midwife took the coin and nodded once at him before hurrying out of the room with a few parting words. "If fate is kind we shall never have to cross paths again, Sir."

She decided to make use of the facilities in Sir Luca's house, particularly the plumbing and the kettle, rather than be seen outside covered in blood and went about warming up some fresh water with which to wash her arms and face in a basin. She remained clothed the entire time, removing only her apron which she left in a heap on the floor, and did a quick job of washing the blood off of her, drying herself and rushing out of the front door of the house to disappear into the city streets. The basin, now filled with warm, bloodied water and a soaked towel was left on the floor of Sir Luca's kitchen beside the midwife's apron.

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Averine City Docks

Ryker of the Barrows

As Ryker left the inn, he found fhe quay still bustling with noise and energy, stevedores and sailors work or socialise, standing in doorways as they converse with one another, a pair of what look like urchin children wielding sticks trundle hoops along the wharf-side footpath. The merchants have either packed up or moved on by now save for a small handful, and as Ryker walks he's only offered fresh fish, eels and squid a total of three times.

As he makes his way across the seafront, and then north up the main road: The easiest if perhaps not the quickest route to the Delucian district, Ryker can eventually tell he is approaching his destination by the quality of the houses and the fact that the smell of fish becomes more and more distant. As he is coming up the main street and nears the Siren's Pride inn a woman heading south from the Delucian district makes a brief moments eye contact with him as she passes by. She wears a simple dress, is sour faced, red eyed and stuffy nosed from crying, and would have been entirely unremarkable if not for the brownish-red stains covering her sleeves which Ryker would no doubt recognise as drying blood. Perhaps not a common sight, but not an uncommon one either.

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@Nymeria I was thinking something similar, actually, yes. I don't think much harm will come of each scene involving different players taking place at a different different times, then perhaps converging later as player characters meet one another.