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 22, 2021 20:00:09 GMT -5
"I'm here to invite you for dinner, but, I'll understand if don't want any food," the man didn't seemed to be lying "I made sup this morning but some didn't eat much, so there's plenty,"
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 22, 2021 20:11:29 GMT -5
Vailas narrows his eyes, suspicious of this offer. He is about to refuse, when a pang of hunger reminds him that he hasn't eaten yet today, and that it has been months at least since his last decent meal. He hesitates. "Why offer this to a stranger you just met?" He asks Freyr.
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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 22, 2021 20:29:42 GMT -5
"Why not, you don't look dangerous, also if we wanted to attack you, we would've done it already, "You have my word that nothing will be done to you." Freyr raised his axe above his shoulders "but we will fight back if needed, we're friendly not defenseless."
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jun 22, 2021 21:18:02 GMT -5
"Fear not, I sincerely doubt a single man could raze a village like yours if he tried." Vailas responded, trying to communicate his lack of general ill-intent towards these people with is...relatively limited conversational skills. "And I will accept your offer. You have my gratitude." He says to Freyr, coming down fully to the sands to follow the man.
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Variant 3-2
Established
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 29, 2021 12:27:55 GMT -5
In the absence of Vailas, Variant 3-2 monitors the work on deconstructing the boat into its component parts, for use in constructing a shelter instead. While the two smaller machines seem to be working slower with Vailas now at a distance, 3-2 strangely seems to be functioning at the same capacity as normal. As the Variant 1s work on the deconstruction of the cabin, 3-2 begins working on creating a platform out of some of it, so that the rest can more easily be hauled. For a moment, it stops, as it cannot find where this directive came from. Vailas did not request this, he simply requested for the ship to be deconstructed. It stops shortly after beginning this task, returning to what was being done before.
This happens a few more times throughout work on the project, often returning to platform for no more than a few minutes before detecting something anomalous in its actions, then correcting itself and returning to the directed task. It notes this, and decides to tell Vailas about this occurrence when he returns.
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Shadows of the Wild
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Biography: This is Asadrack's DMing sheet
Registered: Jun 29, 2021 14:15:24 GMT -5
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Post by Shadows of the Wild on Jun 29, 2021 23:31:32 GMT -5
Thirty seconds had passed since Berir fell on the ground, blood flooded his throat and poured out of her woods and his stomach and chest were opened, "I went through the work of killing my father for this, to bleed out in front of my own house." He thought "No... I re... fuse."
A few years ago both Nord's and Dark Elves fought eachother, the Nods won but they were on their knees and bandits had higher numbers than ever and guards in the low, leaving the king of all the Nords vulnerable, and the bandits knew it
This battle started almost as the one that Freyr and his people won, the location, Grimsgil The City of Kings, more specifically in the castle's courtyard
Half of the city guard was dead, the other half fighting one the fighting, The king was at the front lines, King Jorltar was brave and kind but his gold brought the wrong attention to him
There were bodies on the streets, houses were on fire, during the past month the bandits infiltrated people inside the city and once they were ready to strike they were quick and weren't met with a lot of resistance, the battle became harder for the bandits in the courtyard
Swords were clanking, blood were dripping, the cries of pain filled the air, it took about an hour, but eventually King Jorltar was in his knees
The Bandit leader was mute and was known as writer, he stood in front of the king and pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to the king. It read as followed
"We are the dragons, and your gold will be added to our vault."
The king's reaction made the bandits confused, Jorltar started laughing, "The Kingdom is broken, we're racing against the elves for weapons and we're loosing, all the gold you think you're getting doesn't exist, it's fake information for the elves,"
The Bandit leader motioned to his man to get in the castle, the workers lead him to the vault room, the red door had runes carved into it and the inside had ten percent of what were expected
When the bandits came out the rain was already pouring, the water was rapidly rising, the Writer's men was preparing three boats for the all their force
The writer took the news of the lack of money badly and started beating up the king out of frustration, the crown flew with the first punch and after Jorltar lost teeth and got broken ribs he said "you hit like my grandmother." He laughed again
The Bandit leader picked up the crown an placed it on his own head, he was frowning and very angry, his men loaded the boats with a relatively small amount of gold and the food, The Writer lifted his sword and stabbed the king
What it seemed like a long had passed while the Writer and his men were at sea, the mist made seeing impossible and their food was pretty much over, nothing seemed to happen until the smell of rotten flesh filled the air and than a body was seen in the water
The body was Benrir's, and more would appear, some of the men thought they saw some of the bodies move, the thought of Draugr alone was enough for the fear to set in
Benrir, manage to sneak into the boat by climbing the back part and his first move was decapitating The Writer from behind he than shouted "Attack !" His voice was rough and it almost sounded like there was blood on the back o his throat.
The man shouted in fear as the undead climbed onto the ships, one by one they were killed and all their bodies were left where they fell except for the leader's head that was thrown at the sea by Benrir
Before the Draugr threw the head on the water he recognised the crown and he put on his own head "All knell for the Draugr King," he said and all the undead obeyed
The sea was mostly calm and all the bodies began the process a body go through after death, only it were slower, much slower, some of the dead man began twitching, some started making noises, than the first one came back, the process was faster than normal but made them weaker too
By the time that half of the corpses became Draugr the ships left the mist, in the distance a vast cove and with a ship on it, this was after Freyr and his people left the beach for the plains and before Vailas arrived
The self proclaimed 'Draugr king recognised the ship and ordered for everyone to stay away and sail to the west, he gave a coin pouch to one of his Draugr and told him to sneakily place them everywhere around Freyr's camp, gave him a row boat and went to find a more hidden place to land
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 7, 2021 12:56:00 GMT -5
Tired, Vailas returned to his ship, the long(or, at least, it felt quite long) day he had after landing having taken a toll on him mentally. He looked over the progress his artifices had made, looking at the pile of wood and the mostly deconstructed cabin with a smile cracking onto his face.
However, his attention soon turned to the half-built platform, a ways off to the side. His smile turned to a puzzled expression as he tried recalling whether he asked for a platform to be made. In hindsight it seemed like a good idea, but...he doesn't believe he had it before he left. He turns, scanning the boat for where 3-2 was, eventually finding it, tearing a board off of what little remained of the cabin. "3-2, get over here." He commanded, watching as the robot walked over. He looked over it with a mild concern to his gaze, especially lingering on the small, box-like apparatus on the back of its head. He tapped it a few times, grumbling unintelligibly to himself.
Soon after he moves away, going to grab the bags his belongings had been put into already. "Continue work on the platform for easier movement." He commands, as Variant 3-2 moves to do that. He watches as it does so, something obviously eating at him. "Once we set up a permanent encampment, remind me to do maintenance. We need to check on the operation of your Suppressor." He says to the automaton, which simply replies with a curt nod. With that, he retires below deck, to keep out of the weather until morning, just in case. "Once that is finished, return below deck and await further instructions. 1-1, 1-2," He commands, the spherical creations trailing up to him. "Return below deck and await further instruction." He tells them, not wanting to listen to them work all night. He sighs, going to rest up before the early morning he would no doubt have.
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Ironwolf Village
Committed
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 Jul 7, 2021 13:30:29 GMT -5
Ásbera arrived ten minutes after Vailas went to the deck below, even if 3-2 was still working she wouldn't notice anything weird, she was distracted by her own mind, a gantlet trying tho find more pieces of its own body wasn't the most common thing.
"Mister Vailas," she said loudly "you don't need to come out, I just wanted to let you know we're hunting tomorrow as soon as the sun comes out, you'll be accompanying my father and I, have a good night."
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 7, 2021 18:06:11 GMT -5
"Thank you young lady!" He yells, his voice muffled through the ship. "I will be sure to be ready!"
Vailas goes over to a corner of the ship, where he had set up an area for him to sleep at least somewhat comfortably. He lies down, going over in his head what he will have to do tomorrow. He turns to one of his Variation 1 creations. "Awake me an hour before sunrise." He says to the automaton, which blinks a light in recognition. With that, Vailas closes his eyes, drifting to a restless sleep.
Come morning, Vailas is awoken by a soft nudging to his leg. Instinctively, he kicks, sending the Variation 1 that awoke him a short distance back as he cursed at the pain he gave his shin. Not enough for lasting damage, but definitely enough to feel as he got ready. Grumbling, he stood up, stretching out the last of his weariness, before walking over to Variation 3-2. "Go out and begin to hunt for food." He tells it as it slowly powers on. "Once you have a significant quarry, return it here."
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Variant 3-2
Established
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 Jul 7, 2021 18:11:15 GMT -5
3-2 nodded in acknowledgement to its new task, heading above deck and leaving the ship, heading into the nearby forest. It compared the memories it had on different animals and habitats to the lands around it, figuring out roughly what to look for and how to hunt it effectively.
...Memories? Data. Not memories. It did not have memories, it stored data. Variant 3-2 detects an error. It corrects accordingly.
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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 Jul 7, 2021 19:36:36 GMT -5
The sun was slowly rising in the horizon, Freyr and Ásbera had everything they needed and were approaching Vailas's ship, the cold air of the morning fillin their lungs.
Freyr motioned to Ásbera to call for the man and so she did. "Vaila, are you ready to track down some animals ?" She had both hands at the side of her mouth as she spoke loudly enough for the man to hear.
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 7, 2021 19:54:00 GMT -5
Adjusting his jacket in the cold morning air, Vailas comes down off of his ship, obviously a little chilled. "I am ready if you are, although after searching, I...unfortunately do not have a weapon on board that is good for hunting game. Do you by chance have one I might be able to borrow for the trip?" He asks.
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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 Jul 7, 2021 20:28:28 GMT -5
Freyr lifted his axe and placed onto his right shoulder, he thought for a second, "You said you weren't a fighter so i'm assuming a bow would be better," he said
"Didn't Bjørn's wife used to be an archer before marrying ? Maybe she brought her's with her," Ásbera spoke
"Maybe we could drop by to ask." Freyr turned back to Vailas "Are you fine with a bow Vailas ?"
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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.
Registered: Apr 24, 2021 23:04:49 GMT -5
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 7, 2021 21:32:12 GMT -5
"I am no master with one, but I know how to aim it." He tells them. "I could do well enough with it against an animal."
Vailas stops for a moment. "One moment, I have another idea that may help us." He says, walking back up into the ship, before returning a minute or two later, a section of rope wrapped around his torso going shoulder to hip. "We could set a few traps as well, to better cover our bases." He suggests.
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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 Jul 7, 2021 21:56:37 GMT -5
Freyr nodded "Okay, we grab you that bow than, she should have a strap so the string won't hurt your wrist."
After her father spoke, Ásbera pointed to her wrist "Like this one." On her wrist there was an adjustable leather strap with markings of what could be assumed to be made from the string slapping against it
Once Vailas came back with the rope Freyr nodded and said, "That's a great idea, also, There's dangerous creatures inside the forest but we will be avoiding their territory so we should be fine, if they find us, i want both of you to run, you and Ásbera will be the ones hunting i'm mostly to come to watch over Ásbera as i'm still teaching her, and for protection."
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