Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
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Post by Asadrack on Aug 25, 2021 18:04:18 GMT -5
Asa observed as the animals walked by, he wondered how hard it would be to capture one of those. He sat near the fire looking to Jun trying to create what he assumed it was ice spikes.
"Did you get inspired by those things horns ?" He aked her, "It would probably hurt a lot if you had succeeded."
When Jun aked if he wanted to train more, Asadrack said "hmm, we should probably eat first."
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Sept 4, 2021 10:38:39 GMT -5
The animals were gone with a final squeal. Magda watched quietly and then looked to the others, "I say if we find another Aroch, perhaps we could breed those too. And we can cultivate some of these things we found in the forest."
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 6, 2021 11:01:19 GMT -5
"Aye, that's a smart way ta do it."
Düen knew little enough about farming or ranching but he knew that domesticating animals and farms were the best way to keep a populace fed. He was in the minority of dwarves since he preferred a nomadic lifestyle above ground to digging deep and setting up such things below the earth.
"Stop fooling around and get yer dinner."
The old dwarf calls out to Jun and Asa. He could see them doing some tom foolery with magic but he thought the young ones should be focused on the practical rather than the mystical. If that had not become abundantly clear already.
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305 
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 6, 2021 23:00:19 GMT -5
To Asadrack Jun replied, "Well, presumably if it works on me it'd work brilliantly on the thing I'm swinging it at."
She jumped slightly when Duen called them over for food. Oh right, yes, sustenance. That was typically important.
She carefully sat down near the fire to grab a serving, huffing slightly.
"When I wasn't fighting off troll armies at Isra's borders, I practiced magic as much as I could. 12 hours a day sometimes. And I didn't just sit in front of books either. I dueled. I incorporated physical movements and some swordplay. Sometimes, I'd refuse to go to bed until I broke something first."
As she took some of the soup, she stared at it for a bit. Her eyes glanced over at the slight shimmering glaze the fire cast on the scar tissue of her left arm. "I guess work-life balance wasn't exactly my strong suit," she said glumly and then took a sip.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
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Post by Asadrack on Sept 7, 2021 21:17:25 GMT -5
Asadrack first picked some food "Thank you," he said "Magic wasn't exactly a big thing from where I came, at least offensively, there were some exceptions but we would mostly use weapons."
The man would eat some food than think for a second before letting a chuckle, "this one time, we were hired for some sort of revolutionary force or whatever, Chuck, he was our cook, he was so angry after seeing ... I rather not talk about what we saw, well, he march in the direction of the enemies and start fighting them with his fists. Have you ever been so angry you used someone to beat someone else ? Well he did."
ASA looked at the dwarf, "how was it, back where you came from ? I'm a bit curious Düen."
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 13, 2021 20:11:25 GMT -5
"Aye, I've noticed."
The old dwarf responded to Jun's comment about her not being great at work life balance. In the very brief time he'd know her she'd always been doing something or making plans to do something. Training, scouting, hunting. The lass did not seem to know how to take things one at a time just throwing herself from task to task with no heed.
"All I'll say is when ye look back at yer life. What were the times ye were happy? If ye were happy training then maybe it wasn't so bad."
Of course, if she didn't remember a lot of happy times training then she might need to make some new choices. Ones that would lead to her actually living her life rather than preparing to defend it.
"I'm from the Usque, so it was a lot like this but there were some villages and they had proper stills."
Duen's attention shifted to Asa and he responded with a gruff shrug of his shoulders. There was not much to say, his people were the people of the usque and he'd lived in the forest before everything happened. So far as these things went, very little had changed for him beyond his frustrating lack of proper dwarven ale.
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 14, 2021 20:39:46 GMT -5
"I guess in a world where there are no demi-gods and dragons to threaten your homeland, the wrath of men's darkness will fill the void. Good to know I guess."
Jun grinned at the idea of beating someone up with someone else. "You know, my mom probably would have liked you, and your cook. She rather excelled at physical violence when it was necessary, though her specialty, funnily enough, was bows." Her eyes flicked to Duen, and she retained a bit of the grin. "I never got the hang of ranged weapons, though not for lack of trying. I was really hoping to make these bolas work with what little magic I-"
Jun suddenly paused as a light bulb went off in her head. Have you ever been so angry you used someone to beat someone else?
She immediately gulped down her soup, possibly giving her lips first degree burns. "I need to go fool around with some impractical recklessness. Be right back."
Not that there was much of anywhere to go to in the mouth of the cave, but Jun sat up and trotted over to her share of foraged goods she helped gather. She started digging through it until she found a single, still living leaf which looked promising for tea. She then proceeded to thumb and focus on the leaf, studying it as if it was a cut sapphire. She'd look ridiculous, except that the little veins within the humble piece of foliage were in fact glowing ice blue. Asadrack's comment gave her an important clue as to how to use her powers offensively.
She flung the leaf at a nearby rock. Rather than flop through the air as a normal leaf would, it sailed with a whistle and hit the rock with a clank. It was embedded halfway into it, partially splitting the rock. Out of the crack oozed water, which quickly froze into ice. Then the rock shattered.
Perhaps unintentionally, Jun had answered Duen's question. Maybe she wouldn't take the whole world upon her shoulders this time. But maybe, just maybe, she could shoulder some of Asadrack's and Duen's. In her mind's eye, she saw herself standing between Uma and a charging moss auroch, armed with a fistful of leaves and a lot of anger. And honestly, seeing the shattered rock made her pretty happy.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Post by Asadrack on Sept 15, 2021 11:04:39 GMT -5
Asa smiled, "Most if not all good memories from before this island are either on some rooftop or around fires like this, normally by now the people around me would be getting drunk, not me though, I hmmmm... I tend to... Hurt myself when I'm drunk."
Asadrack went silent for a second thinking he should've omitted that last bit. He ate his food slowly as Jun downed the whole thing "I know you probably had an idea Jun but you shouldn't rush food, there's few things that are so much enjoyable like food."
Just after he said that Jun broke the rock using magic and a leaf "Impressive." Asa eat some more.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 18, 2021 11:09:51 GMT -5
It appeared as though the girl had her answer. It was clear by the way her eyes lit up when she stumbled upon an idea and immediately put it into action that she was enjoying herself. Well, not the realization he'd been hoping she'd get from it but he wasn't going to argue the point. If mucking about with magic and trying to get stronger was what brought her joy so be it. Maybe he was wrong and she wouldn't get herself killed.
"Lads right though."
The dwarf said nodding at Asa's direction.
"Ye should at least take care of yerself properly even iffin all ye want ta do is figure out this magical malarky."
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 19, 2021 14:08:23 GMT -5
Once the novelty of the rock splitting had worn off, Jun bashfully slinked back to her original seating position by the fire. She was still riding a little high from having learned something new, so her response to Asadrack's confession was to put an arm around his shoulder and squeeze with a smile.
"Duen, you know what you and Asadrack should do? You guys should give the Usquens lessons to help them survive out here in this brave new world of ours. Asadrack, think how much safer we'd be if all of us knew how to use a spear as well as you did. And Duen, think what a bargain it'd be for you to not have to babysit us youngin's all the time. More time for drinking, less time playing mama dwarf. I could give longsword lessons too, though I think spears are a lot more practical for wilderness survival."
Jun's eyes flicked to Magda and she smiled apologetically. "I mean, obviously the Usqueans were masters of wilderness living back in the old world, and would no doubt adapt here soon enough. I just... I dunno. Maybe we should be more proactive about expediting the process."
Jun was self-aware enough to know she had a habit of running her mouth quite a bit when she was excited. She wasn't self-aware enough to stop herself from doing it, though. She also wanted to capitalize on her realization that Duen cared a lot more about the people around him than he dared admit.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
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Post by Asadrack on Sept 19, 2021 15:29:12 GMT -5
Asa smiled back to Jun, he took yet another sip of soup "I would gladly pass what I know ahead. I wonder what would take for Düen to do the same."
Asadrack took one last sip of the soup, he put the bowl besides him and lookthe Dwarf dead in the eye "You know Mr. Mossbeard, to me, people that immediately ask for compensation after saving someone, I don't know, maybe whiskey priority or some other thing like that, is either an assholes or someone that was hurt somehow and now wants people to think they're, or just changed. Now, you're definitely not an asshole and I don't want to know anything you don't want to share but i want you to know that I loved the food, I like having you around even if you're grumpy all the time and that I appreciate everything you've done so far, even if you are trying to make us believe that it was not from the goodness of your heart, because it prolly was, now if you excuse me I'm going to do some exercises, I've let myself go after I came to this island."
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 20, 2021 16:51:36 GMT -5
"What exactly do ya think I'm doing out here right naw lass?"
Düen said with an arched eyebrow at Jun since teaching the basics of wood's lore was part of the deal he'd stuck with the queen. There was a great deal of charity in that deal but that was neither here nor there. Jun had the right of it, the dwarf didn't want a gaggle of hapless babes wandering about in the woods feeding the local predators.
Then Asa caught his attention with his little speech about Düen's previous behavior. Which, in turn, gets a snort of amusement from the old dwarf.
"Aye, and where I come from people pay their debts. Something I've found humans are rather bad at. A proper dwarf would have already been asking what I wanted in exchange fer his life by the time he realized he wasn't going ta die. So dun go trying ta tell me I'm the arsehole in that situation. Considering dwarven customs and manners were firmly established while all yer lot were still nomads I think ye've got less excuse than I fer not knowing proper behavior."
The old dwarf wasn't going to be judged by human standards. Nothing comes for free so establish the terms of the deal as soon as you can, that was just basic dwarven wisdom.
"But ye ain't wrong. I'm doing this more cause I dun want a bunch of dead settlers on my conscious then cause I'm expecting ta get anything out of it. Asides, I'll live long enough ta reap the rewards of my charity."
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Sept 21, 2021 22:09:44 GMT -5
Jun craned her neck to watch Asadrack get up to do some exercises, eyebrows raised slightly. Confronting Duen with his feelings took guts. Likewise, although Duen wasn't one to be called out by someone 1/20th his age, there was a hint of patience in his voice, even an olive twig at the end. She'd been sensing the tension between them for a while now, but at least they understood each other a bit better. It was a start.
Although Jun had spent a great deal of her life as an exploder of bad guys, she always had a certain admiration for people who could solve their problems with words instead of swords. Usually, when she tried to take the diplomatic approach it came off banal and cliche. And when she failed she'd resort to threats and name-calling. Then again she'd been an ornery youth. She wanted to believe she'd learned something since then.
Turning back towards the fire and her ungratefully empty bowl, Jun sighed. "Well, since you're both in agreement about me taking it easy, maybe I should take a short nap before any more spear and malarky training." Without really even thinking about it, Jun made some of the fire's embers dance with little waves of her fingers.
"Wanna know a disheartening fact about me? I can't hold alcohol worth a damn. I've got the liver of a toddler."
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
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Post by Asadrack on Sept 21, 2021 22:24:59 GMT -5
Asa layed on his belly, "Don't get me wrong," he pushed up "I used what you ask as an example because it happened not long." He went down. "I don't think you're an asshole and you're right about not judge you by Human standards, since all the ones I knew before this would and have saved people and never asked anything in return." Asadrack kept doing push ups.
"I really like wine but I can't drink it, as it would be a bad idea.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 22, 2021 20:29:03 GMT -5
"Aye, if I thought ye were seriously trying ta insult me I'd not have been so gentle in my retort." Which said a lot when you thought about it all things considered. Düen picks up a stick and puts it to the fire so he can relight his pipe which he'd let die while they ate.
He took a pull and let out a ring of smoke as the young uns started talking about their ability to handle alcohol. From the sounds of it, it was pretty much non-existent for both.
"Being a lightweight is disheartening?"
The old dwarf mused as he gave Jun an inquiring glance. It was certainly an interesting choice of words to convey that sentiment. Then he turned his attention to Asa and he shrugged.
"Then it sounds like ye both have reason ta be happy that alcohol of any kind is in short supply right now, don't it?"
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