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 Jul 1, 2021 20:33:08 GMT -5
The Draugr soldier moved fast and silently through the grass, the light of a fire called his attention, their targets were at the beach, "they will most likely move to the plains," thought the Draugr
After observing for a bit, he noticed that some didn't fell asleep, one of than being Freyr himself so the Draugr started walking in the direction of the pine forest, left the coin that Benrir gave him, placed it in the grass and left for the mountains once again
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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 3, 2021 18:07:46 GMT -5
Freyr nodded "People can be hard to deal with, most of us won't give you a hard time, except maybe for Fengr, untill he warms up to you, when Líf first came to us he was very suspicious, most of us still don't know much about her from before she joined our old village, she's the mysterious type." The man noticed the small silhouette In the distance, he had a weird feeling about it, there should be three of them, not one, he shrugged than turned to Vailas "I appreciate you wanting to do that, we can hunt together after the rest return, which will be soon." He pointed to the person on the distance "Are you still suspicious of us ?" He chuckled "I noticed that you were a little more tense before, know that we do this in the name of Eir, goddess of mercy and help, we also do this without the need of repayment, but having company will be nice." "Even if you say that it needs no repayment, I do not much care for being in the debt of others." Vailas says, looking at the figure approaching the village as well, before returning his glance to Freyr. "Nothing against you and your people, for...from what I have seen at least, you seem to be good people. It is just a matter of personal principle."
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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 3, 2021 18:36:12 GMT -5
Freyr nodded, "I know exactly how you fell lad, it's the same for me, we can hunt soon." The man was looking at the people coming their way, something felt off, there were two people, yet three had left the camp earlier, they also didn't had the barrel they took, both met met midway, talked for a second than bolted to camp.
"There's something wrong," Freyr said, "why are they running ?" The man expected something to come from the pine forest in the distance but nothing of like that happened.
Soon a man with a tattoo on his face and a woman dressed like a guard reached the camp calling for Freyr, "Fengr is in danger," the woman said, we need to help him, we were..."
The woman was holding onto what, at first look, seemed like three pieces of armour, if Vailas were a perceptive person, he would notice that the gantlet did had space enough for anyone's hand to fit, Freyr interrupted Astrid. "When I come back I want an explanation, leave whatever you're carrying with Líf and let's go help."
"According to Astrid there's some sort of flying beats after him so we have to be fast," said Baggi, the man with the tattoos.
Freyr nodded, looked at Vailas and said "you can come with us or stay here, your choice.".
If the man choose to stay, Freyr would tell his Daughter to stay with the man to have a chat or to accompany him to his ship.
If the man would choose to go he would ask if he has a weapon, if not, Freyr would give him a sword
"Small one, give me your bow," Freyr said, before living with Astrid, Baggi and, if so he chooses, 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 5, 2021 21:24:20 GMT -5
Vailas considers for a moment. While he did want to make himself even with this village, he felt as though risking his life was too great of an ask for the situation. "I am no fighter." He says to Freyr, in response to the offer. "I'd simply end up a burden or a corpse, it would be better I stay here or return to my ship for the time being."
He watches as Freyr and his compatriots leave, before turning to the daughter he heard was to keep watch over him while the village's leader was away. "I believe I should probably return to my ship. It seems as though your countrymen are in trouble, and I feel as though my being here is prone to get in the way, should something unfortunate happen." He says to her.
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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 5, 2021 21:39:26 GMT -5
Ásbera nodded "If you want, you can always come here, this island don't seems very safe, not after a Dragur and now this, well, if you need us you know where to find us." The young girl had a worried expression, she sighed "I'll probably be accompanying you and father once we go hunting, which will probably be happening tomorrow, i'll come by your ship once we leave okay."
She observed as her father and the others went into the direction of the forest, most could see she wanted to help them but just like Vailas she wasn't a fighter, "you wouldn't know anything about making clothes would you ?" She asked the man before he left
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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 5, 2021 22:10:40 GMT -5
"Thank you for the offers." Vailas says to the young lady. "And while I will take you up on the latter, I respectfully must decline the former. I feel as if it would be better for me to keep out of the way of your village. And as for the clothing I have no idea, to be frank. Why do you ask?"
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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 5, 2021 22:33:04 GMT -5
"I get why you would say that and i'll respect your decision but." Ásbera gave the man a smile "don't be afraid of asking for help if you need, i've been trying to make father understand that for a while now, help in a survival situation can make everything easier."
The girl looked again at the silhouettes getting smaller in the distance "Father thought me how to hunt but everyone here knows how to do that, i want to be more useful, this type of vegetation is very similar to home, so i bet it gets really cold in the winter."
Líf seemed to hear the girls words and decided to approach them "I know the basics on that small one," she said to the girl than turned to the man "you know, she's right and we would land help to most, so don't hesitate if you need help, as Eir's followers it's our duty to help those in need."
Ásbera rolled her eyes "Why is everyone calling me Small one now ? I'm not that small." The girl crossed her arms, although she look older than she was, her stature was small and slender.
"Well, we all saw Freyr calling you that and I found it a very lovely way to call you," the old lady turned to Vailas "I hope we can be allies mister Vailas, i'm sure we can learn from eachother."
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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 6, 2021 0:00:21 GMT -5
"Thank you once again for the offer." Vailas said to the naïve little girl. "However, I have learned to care for myself quite well over my life, as people...well, let me just say that it was rare for myself to find friendly people, so I became quite self reliant."
He adjusts his coat at the mention of the cold. Looking around, he had to agree: even now it was noticeably colder than the days in his home(of course, it was hard to compete with the scorch of desert sands). However, he was used to cold thanks to the great chill brought on by the nights, which is when he tended to be out anyways, as to draw less attention, should anyone want to come for his head the way they had his hand. "And as for a cold winter, as long as I find supply and shelter it shouldn't be too hard to weather."
He then turned his attention to the kindly old lady from before, who just so happened to be approaching the two. "I appreciate this offer however, I'm not sure how much I have to teach, and an unfair trade such as that would not be in my best interest, I don't believe."
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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 6, 2021 0:48:03 GMT -5
Both women had dealt with stubborn men their whole lives, Nords weren't exactly known for asking for help so they understood him and didn't bothered him anymore with these things, Líf spoke "Well, i hope we can get along, i have to organise my equipment better, i didn't had the chance to do so and it's better to have everything in its place when someone eventually gets hurt."
The old lady left them alone and went to the lean-to that was prepared for her and started going through her things, which was mostly medical equipment with the exception of small rocks with what it looked like runes carved on them, a metal stick and a red looking stone.
Ásbera stood in silence for a short amount of time, "How good of a hunter are you ? My father thought me how to but i've yet to do it by myself, also, i can't remember if i apologized for aiming an arrow at your head yet so hmm, sorry." She smiled
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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 6, 2021 15:50:13 GMT -5
Vailas shakes his head. "There were not many animals to hunt near my old home, so I cannot say I did it often. However, I assume it cannot be that hard." He said, pacing slightly closer to the edge of the village nearer the shore, but still staying within a talking distance of Ásbera. "And as for the arrow, do not fret about it, I cannot hold that against you."
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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 6, 2021 17:08:28 GMT -5
"Well, the hardest part is to track the prey, sometimes tracks overlap, especially near rivers band lakes since everything needs water, also, hitting the shot with a bow or by throwing a spear isn't as easy as it seems and if you miss, you can loose the animal," Ásbera said, she noticed that Vailas was slowly walking away, "Do you want to go back to your ship ? You can go if you want, we'll go get you when we're ready."
At the distance, the three silhouettes became four, the fourth came out from a different location and all of them got together, Ásbera had great vision, which made her aim even better, soon, all four disappeared into the forest, Vailas would be able to see it if he were to look at the forest.
She turned her attention back to the man, "I am glad you understand, you can never be too sure," she said
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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 6, 2021 17:57:27 GMT -5
"Of course." Vailas says, absentmindedly rubbing his left hand with his right. "I know all too well that it's hard to know who you can trust." He turns back to the young lady. "And yes, I believe I should go return to my ship and get my belongings ready to leave it in the near future. Thank you for your hospitality."
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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 6, 2021 18:17:53 GMT -5
Ásbera nodded, "It was no problem at all, How are you planning to move things alone, since you don't want our help ? You know what, I shouldn't be nosy, be safe Vailas."
It wasn't long after the man left that the group emerged from the woods with a big object, Ásbera assumed to be the water barrel, the group in the distance would shortly arrive at camp.
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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 10:05:58 GMT -5
The group arrive in silence, placed the barrel near the firepit, the Freyr called for a meeting and everyone gathered, "This meeting was cancelled because on the way to get water, Astrid, Baggi and freyr found something." Astrid fetched and showed everyone "according to the group, after they picked bathe gantlet, it showed them visions and pointed to where more parts of what I assume to be itself."
One of the men in the camp lifted his hand and spoke "Are you saying it's trying to rebuild itself ?"
Before Freyr could answer, Líf approached the parts, "There's definitely magic in this," she said than touched the gantlet "it some sort of biding magic."
Astrid's eyes opened wide as she connected the dots and said, "one of the visions was of a woman mourning a lost child, you don't think that..."
"Maybe, the only way to be certain is to rebuild it," Líf spoke
One of the widows spoke, "What if it's hostile ?"
Baggi came forward "We deal with it right Freyr ?"
There was no answer for a second as Freyr considered gathering all the parts, Baggi talked again "We're searching for the rest right ?"
Freyr finally answered "I know what you and Astrid are having troubles, but we have to think this through."
"I know Freyr but..." Baggi was interrupted by Astrid "But there might be a child soul binded to this metal Freyr, we have to help !"
Freyr crossed his arms, thought for a second than sighed "you're right, Eir would help, so so should we, if anyone is against gathering all the parts left, please, raise your hand right now."
Everyone went quiet, no hands were raised so Freyr continued speaking "Líf, you know more about magic than all of us, even if it's not much so you'll be holding all the pieces, please look into it. Astrid, since you and Baggi seemed to be invested in this situation you two will be in charge of finding the rest of the pieces. Everyone else, if you're not busy help them, if they ask, if not, we need to make housing soon, but making and repairing tools and weapons is more important, Fengr will lead the building of a furnace and a forge, help him too, me and my daughter will get food supplies, meeting is over."
Astrid gave the pieces to Líf, except for the gantlet, assuming it would lead her to the next parts.
Líf went to her tent to store the pieces, she would look into it later.
Freyr went to his daughter, "We're hunting tomorrow morning, let Vailas know later."
Some people started eating, others were talking to eachother, them camp seemed to be a little more noisy than before, the situation left everyone interested, and that distracted some from the death of their loved ones for a second but soon enough they went back to mourning.
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Ironwolf Village
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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 19:18:38 GMT -5
After Ásbera returned from the cove she went straight to her father who was sitting on top of a large rock near the camp but away from everyone, he had two bowls with soup with him and waved at his daughter, even though she was already heading his direction.
"I grabbed us some food small one," freyr said, passing Ásbera a bowl
"Did you know that Líf have been calling me that too ? It's spreading like a sickness, and I'm not even that small, you guys that are big." Although Ásbera was right and most people there were bigger than most she was smaller than most too but she was still growing.
"Is that so," Freyr replied, laughing out loud. "I'm assuming you delivered the message to Vailas."
"That's not funny father, well, it is a bit but that's not the point, the point is that i'm not that small, also, I did gave him the message, he should be ready by tomorrow." Ásbera ate some of the food.
"I love you small one, and I know you're not that small." (She was) "but honestly I'm not calling you by anything else"
"I love you too father, I guess you can call me anything you want." Ásbera put her bowl aside and kissed her father's cheeks.
The night was slowly creeping in, people around the camp seemed a little more excited with the unusual things happening, the one's mourning losses ate better than they did in the morning, the children sat around in a circle playing with rocks and other things they found at the plains, the adults were around the campfire, discussing their next steps, soon everyone was sleeping.
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