Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Jun 15, 2021 18:00:58 GMT -5
Here lies a cove and a small beach it houses, surrounded by steep cliffs and a rocky outcropping that leads to the fields beyond. The waters are still here and provide an excellent place to anchor ships. The reefs and fishlife here are not as colorful as down south, but provide their own dangers and riches to those who choose to call this place home.
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Freyr Ironwolf
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Roleplay posts: 98
Age: 30
Appearance: Freyr Ironwolf has a very strong body and normally with a white shirt black pants, but whenever he needed to fight, hunt, etc he takes the shirt off
Equipment: He Cary on his person his battle axe who will give a small frostbite around the wound, and A small dagger at all times, he has a water skin
Skills and Abilities: A proficient hunter and expert fighter
Biography: Freyr Ironwolf grew up with Baggi and Astrid, the three played together, they grew together, they fought together, Baggi and Astrid got married, Freyr lost his Father, he inherited the father's axe, as it was passed between generation, he got a daughter and lost a wife, than the Jalr he served died.
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jun 15, 2021 22:15:58 GMT -5
As the mist cleared and the land appeared in the distance some celebrated but most let ou a sigh of relief. Freyr stayed silent, standing beside his daughter
As they approached the the isles, a cove appeared through the rocks. The water was deep enough for the ship to get very close to the beach and Freyr started putting people and supplies. He would do that at least five times, at that point Baggi would take the boat himself and would bring the rest of the supplies
"That was a long journey," said Freyr "and not all of us maneged to finish it, some of them we're children, we're going to put them to rest, and then we'll explore our surroundings for we might still be in danger"
Three children and five adults layed on the sand as everyone gathered wood and made a pile for each one, they used dried leaves, flint and steel to set the fires, a coin was placed on top of their eyes before the fires were lit and they burnt until only ashes remained
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Freyr Ironwolf
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Age: 30
Appearance: Freyr Ironwolf has a very strong body and normally with a white shirt black pants, but whenever he needed to fight, hunt, etc he takes the shirt off
Equipment: He Cary on his person his battle axe who will give a small frostbite around the wound, and A small dagger at all times, he has a water skin
Skills and Abilities: A proficient hunter and expert fighter
Biography: Freyr Ironwolf grew up with Baggi and Astrid, the three played together, they grew together, they fought together, Baggi and Astrid got married, Freyr lost his Father, he inherited the father's axe, as it was passed between generation, he got a daughter and lost a wife, than the Jalr he served died.
Registered: Jun 4, 2021 19:56:46 GMT -5
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jun 15, 2021 23:40:24 GMT -5
The group made a large firepit and sat around it, no one talked anything, no one ate anything or drunk anything, they spent most of the day saying their last goodbyes to those who didn't made it
Baggi was the first to talk "What's our next move Freyr ?"
Freyr lifted crossed his arms, "We need to explore our surroundings and set camp, our food is low but they should last enough for a few days, water is almost over so we'll find some, for now, everyone should get some sleep"
Freyr walked away from the camp, he went in the direction a large boulder that seemed that seemed to have rolled very far from the mountains, he sat near it, leaning against it, his daughter, Ásbera followed
"What's wrong dad ?" She asked
Freyr sighed "you can read me too well." He looked at the stars that had just appeared at the skies
"Of course, you're my father, so, what's wrong ?"
"Everyone is expecting me to lead them but..." He took a deep breath "I don't know if can meet their expectations."
Ásbera sat down near Freyr "no is is expecting you to make a miracle, plus, everyone will help, you just need to give them direction, just imagine that we're fighting against nature or something."
"Thank you little one."
"I'm not that small anymore dad, also, go to sleep."
"You'll always be small for me, and I will."
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Freyr Ironwolf
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Age: 30
Appearance: Freyr Ironwolf has a very strong body and normally with a white shirt black pants, but whenever he needed to fight, hunt, etc he takes the shirt off
Equipment: He Cary on his person his battle axe who will give a small frostbite around the wound, and A small dagger at all times, he has a water skin
Skills and Abilities: A proficient hunter and expert fighter
Biography: Freyr Ironwolf grew up with Baggi and Astrid, the three played together, they grew together, they fought together, Baggi and Astrid got married, Freyr lost his Father, he inherited the father's axe, as it was passed between generation, he got a daughter and lost a wife, than the Jalr he served died.
Registered: Jun 4, 2021 19:56:46 GMT -5
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jun 16, 2021 15:40:50 GMT -5
For some the night was long but eventually it turned day. Freyr was the first to wake up, he put some mor wood on the fire and he sat up a pan above it using two parts metal straws connected to form a 'v' linked to another metal piece with a chain with for hooks, the pan had for holes near the the top
Freyr got onions, mushrooms, carrots and salted meat from their supplies and started making soup for everyone. Some woke up as he was cutting the ingredients and some as he was cooking he told everyone to eat and to gather around so they did
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Freyr Ironwolf
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Age: 30
Appearance: Freyr Ironwolf has a very strong body and normally with a white shirt black pants, but whenever he needed to fight, hunt, etc he takes the shirt off
Equipment: He Cary on his person his battle axe who will give a small frostbite around the wound, and A small dagger at all times, he has a water skin
Skills and Abilities: A proficient hunter and expert fighter
Biography: Freyr Ironwolf grew up with Baggi and Astrid, the three played together, they grew together, they fought together, Baggi and Astrid got married, Freyr lost his Father, he inherited the father's axe, as it was passed between generation, he got a daughter and lost a wife, than the Jalr he served died.
Registered: Jun 4, 2021 19:56:46 GMT -5
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jun 16, 2021 17:10:32 GMT -5
"Our water supplies are running dry, two of us will head west and two more will go for the mountains, if we find water we come back here, get more people and get the water barrow to fill it, Baggi, Astrid, you two go for the mountains, Fengr and I will go west, Any questions ?" Freyr looked around, to see her daughter with her hand up "Yes, little one ?"
"Why west ?" She asked
"When we were on the sea, I saw woods in that direction there might be a river, anyone else ?, Good. Those who will leave go get ready, those who stay, use things from our supplies, and what you can gather and improvise some tents, one for family, those with family will have one too." The man left to get his axe and he took the next few minutes to make sure it, and his knives were Shap, than he gathered everyone exploring an each duo went about their way.
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 17, 2021 17:17:50 GMT -5
Into the cove, a lone vessel sails to the shore, mooring itself on the beach. On this ship, one made to hold easily a couple dozen individuals, seemed to only be one human person, standing near the front of the ship and observing the land they just arrived at. Vailas looks around the cove, barely spotting the nearby field through the rocky outcroppings, looking for any other signs of life. Behind him roll up two spherical balls of metal, no taller than 3/4 up the length of his shin, a blue glass lens adorning the middle front, in a part of the sphere that seemed not to roll like the rest. "1-1, 1-2, gather my supplies and ready to get off the ship." He says, the two orbs turning around and rolling off to do so. "3-2! Get over here!" He yells for the metal adorned humanoid walking in his direction, as he walks towards the side of the ship. "Help me ready a board to get off the ship."
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Ironwolf Village
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Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Jun 17, 2021 18:23:15 GMT -5
As Valias searched for sins of life on the sands of the cove he would be able to see eight piles of burnt wood and ashes line up on the cove, they had a rectangular shape, five big enough for adults to lay on top and three for children, there was also what was left of a firepit. If the man were paying enough attention he would also seed a small silhouette between the rocks that would quickly disappear
Minutes after an Old lady, wearing priestess clothing would walk in the direction of his ship accompanied by two man with swords, a younger lady would appear above the rocks with what seemed to be a bow and arrow accompanied
The old lady would approach the vessel as the man stood behind her and she said "whoever is inside, come out unarmed, I'm here to talk and check your intentions."
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 17, 2021 18:35:19 GMT -5
Vailas freezes, putting up his hand to signal towards his metallic companion to stop in their tracks, the light glinting off his hand's own metallic visage. He searches his coat, before pulling out two gloves and putting them on. He finishes putting the board down himself, letting it land on the ground with a thud, wet sand and water splashing out around it. Slowly, he walked down it and into view of the individuals, hands raised, his own eyes wary as he inspects them. "I am the only person on the ship." He assures them, though his suspicion-filled voice was not the best to inspire confidence in his words. "Might I ask who you all are?"
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Ironwolf Village
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Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Jun 17, 2021 18:57:29 GMT -5
"my name is Lív, I am the camp's priestess, the man to my right is Bjørn, the one to my leat is Ulf, they are just precaution, so is the lady on top of the rocks, what is your name sir ? And do you require any assistance ?," Lív spoke in a polite manner, her voice was rough because of her age and she didn't seemed dangerous, the two man with her seemed ready for anything and stayed in silence
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 17, 2021 21:51:35 GMT -5
"Apologies, I did not realize there was a camp here." Vailas says, lowering his hands as he realized that at the very least, the lady herself wasn't a threat. The others though could still be a problem if he weren't careful with his words. "I am Vailas, and while I very much appreciate the offer, I believe I can handle my own supplies." He answers, not trusting these people enough to handle his things. "I promise that I will not be a problem to you and yours, and that I have no ill intent towards you if you have none towards me." He eyes the men and their weapons, before casting a glance over to the woman with the bow. Out of habit, he readjusts his brooch.
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Ironwolf Village
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Roleplay posts: 86
Biography: This Account represents all of the Ironwolf Village NPCs
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 20:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Ironwolf Village on Jun 18, 2021 5:39:08 GMT -5
The old lady nodded to the man's words, she told the Bjønr and Ulf to put their weapons away and so they did, "we will let you unload in peace, we just ask that you don't touch the ashes on the beach..." She pointed to the piles of burnt wood "for they belong to our fallen brothers and children and they will be collected soon, also, please stay in here for now, soon our leader will arrive and I'll send him your way, he's a gentle man and he care about his people so as long as you're friendly to us he will be to you, until than, please excuse us, there's still plenty work to do, may Eir bless you Vailas."
Líf would take the two man and leave the stranger alone, the lady on the rocks would also leave, and for almost two hours Vailas wouldn't hear anything back from them
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 18, 2021 20:43:48 GMT -5
Once they left, Vailas would quickly walk back onto the ship, where the two mechanical orbs were hauling out bags using spindly limbs that seemed to extend out of their sides, and where the humanoid stood completely still, exactly where he had told it to halt. He grabbed his bags and put them near the board leading to shore, before turning back to all of his mechanical companions. "Begin deconstructing the ship, starting with my cabin. We will use this wood to create a shelter on the land. 3-2." He turns to the more humanoid one. "Keep yourself out of sight, but keep watch for oncoming individuals. It seems that they're sending one to meet with us." He tells it, going to work on dismantling the cabin alongside his other creations.
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Variant 3-2
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Less than 2 years of operation
Appearance: A very sleek, humanoid design, primarily silver in color with bronze accents at the joints as well as along the torso and head areas. Roughly 5'6" tall with a slim body. Blue energy seems to trace lines along the body, though they have slowed and dulled since arriving at the island, with the lines seeming to run outwards from the torso area and towards the extremities.
Equipment: A fully armored body, resulting in limited range of motion, yet high resilience to physical attacks. Two short, thin limbs that can come out of the back. Two tube-like attachments on the underside of its upper arms, with holes in them near the elbows.
Skills and Abilities: The ability to harness magical energy for weaponry, including two short magic blades coming out of the arms and forming above the hands, similar to kama, two quarter-sphere shaped shields that appear out of the limbs attached to the back, or the ability to shoot weak magic missiles from either arm-cannon. The only catch is that only one of these can be active at a time due to the deficiency of magic on the isles due to the mist. It is powered by magic, so any senses or physical traits it would have that might have been considered superior to those of humans are rendered moot, other than an ability to sense magical energy and its use in an area around it. It has an ability to synthesize human speech and can understand a wide variety of human languages.
Biography: The second model of Variation 3 Magikróm produced by Vailas Steelhand, creator of magic-powered robotic automatons. This is the only Variation 3 known to have survived the flood. A general purpose model able to adapt to most commands given. Variation 3 models are the first humanoid model to be crafted by Vailas. Despite its entirely metallic appearance, its movements are...surprisingly fluid and humanoid.
Allegiances: Vailas Steelhand
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:02:49 GMT -5
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Post by Variant 3-2 on Jun 18, 2021 20:44:57 GMT -5
"Acknowledged." Variant 3-2 responds, heading for the front of the ship and laying with its head barely peeking over, watching for any signs of an approaching individual. When it sees one, it makes a low call, signaling to Vailas to prepare for company and for the Variant 1s that were dismantling the ship to hide within the cabin they were dismantling.
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Freyr Ironwolf
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Age: 30
Appearance: Freyr Ironwolf has a very strong body and normally with a white shirt black pants, but whenever he needed to fight, hunt, etc he takes the shirt off
Equipment: He Cary on his person his battle axe who will give a small frostbite around the wound, and A small dagger at all times, he has a water skin
Skills and Abilities: A proficient hunter and expert fighter
Biography: Freyr Ironwolf grew up with Baggi and Astrid, the three played together, they grew together, they fought together, Baggi and Astrid got married, Freyr lost his Father, he inherited the father's axe, as it was passed between generation, he got a daughter and lost a wife, than the Jalr he served died.
Registered: Jun 4, 2021 19:56:46 GMT -5
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jun 18, 2021 21:29:46 GMT -5
First, two woman and the same two man that were with Líf appeared over the rocks, they were carrying wood, than five children and six more adults, Freyr was holding a torch, they build a pire with the wood and placed a body on it.
From the ship, Vailas would be able to notice that the body had it's left leg and head cutted off, it would certainly be more difficult for him to notice that the head was still alive
Freyr spoke, loud enough that the man in the ship might be able to understand some of his words "This man fought against us in our village, he agreed with the greediness of our Jarl's son and was wounded in battle, we believe that he managed to get himself a row boat and bled out on sea, but even though he was an enemy and his actions led him to become a Draugr, we will still send him properly to the afterlife." Freyr turned to the body. "May the mercy of Eir reach you."
The man placed the torch bellow the wood and soon enough the flames took over, Freyr told the group the gather the ashes on the other already burnt piles and to spread the remains on the ocean, than, everyone but Freyr left
Freyr had an imposing figure, the axe he carried was certainly not made with the intention to cut trees, although deep, his voice didn't communicate aggression "Hello," he said, once he had approached the ship "My name is Freyr Ironwolf, I am the leader of our camp, I'm here to have a conversation."
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Vailas Steelhand
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: Somewhere between his mid 30s and mid 40s
Appearance: At first glance, not much about him would stand out to most people. Average height, average weight and build, black hair with a growing goatee, brown eyes, tan colored skin, generally nothing much to draw attention to his own physical form, except for the striking silver and bronze of his left hand, make completely of metal, with blue energy flowing throughout lines in the construction. His clothing is mostly fairly simple as well, with brown pants and a long leather overcoat, under which he wears a gray top. However, on his chest he also wears a brooch made of the same materials as his hand, a large blue gem set in the center.
Equipment: -An assortment of tools for building his magic-powered automatons, known as Magikróm
-5 Variation 1 Magikróm, which are shaped like spheres with a 1.5 foot diameter and eight extendable limbs, with no weaponry. Used only for sorting, transport, and limited help around a house or lab setting. Only two are operational. The other three are functionally scrap metal
-3 Variation 2 Magikróm, of which none are operational. Originally, they were defensive machines with limited movement, having two wheels on their lower half, one spear/horn like appendage, and two magic-energy firing devices on pivots.
-a simple knife.
Skills and Abilities: While he's unable to harness it himself in any meaningful way(except creating his Magikróm), Vailas is highly knowledgeable in the properties and abilities of magic energy and most things tangentially related to it. He is skilled at basic robotics and more or less knows how to work metal into the shapes he needs. Other than that, his only true skill comes from being a well-read individual.
Biography: Hailing from the relatively barren land of Sezæria, survival was often a struggle for Vailas. As such, he had to find a way to make himself useful quick. Having some magical aptitude, as well as quite the intellect, he took to learning the ways of magic. However, he could never learn enough to cast the more complex spells. To get around this, he learned how to impart his magic into robotic entities, to power them. While some thought of this as being genius, many also feared him for it, and one attempted to be rid of him in his sleep. He got away, but he lost his hand in the process, eventually replacing it with the same sort of magical technology he used in his machines. He soon became much more reclusive, after that happened, and rumors around the town said he turned to less morally sound ways of practicing his craft, though it was never specified how bad it got. Near the time of the flood, he had found his way to the shore where he acquired a decent sized vessel, manning it with himself and a number of his machinations, many of which did not survive the voyage once the waters hit.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 21, 2021 21:29:01 GMT -5
Vailas comes to meet the man, walking onto the board while adjusting his gloves, making sure they hid his hands well. "Greetings Mister Ironwolf, my name is Vailas. What is it you wish to discuss? I have already told your people that I will not be bothering them. Is there anything else you need me to clarify?" He asks. The questioning was starting to wear on him, and reminded him of some of the events that lead up to him losing his hand. He did not wish to repeat a situation like that.
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