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 18, 2021 20:58:49 GMT -5
Vailas took a moment, observing and even admiring the beast, intrigued heavily by its markings. However, his chance to do so was cut short, as rustling came from the underbrush nearby, and without giving any of the nearby people a chance to react, out of it jolted a humanoid shape, seemingly covered in brass and steel all over the body.
Variant 3-2 had spotted the herd of deer, however, she waited for a more opportune moment, where she could jump at it with the minimal chance of it escaping. Similarly to the hunting party whose hunt she had interrupted, she had determined she would go after the marked buck, due partially to its markings, but mostly because of its relative size compared to the rest of the herd. In her hand, blue energy would start to form, starting out faint and flickering, before taking a dull blue glow and beginning to take the shape of a blade, coming right out of her hand and extending no more than a hand-length past where her fingertips ended. Then, once the beast came within an acceptable distance, she leapt out of the underbrush at her top speed, blade in hand, aiming a stab for the neck.
Vailas, meanwhile, was petrified with fear. Not by the sight of a robotic humanoid, he was more than used to seeing that, but by the fact that the others had seen it. He was speechless. What could he even say? Best case scenario, they are put on high alert of seeing anything like that again, making it more likely that he's found out. Worst case scenario...well, there's a repeat of what happened last time someone figured out about his work. His right hand trembles ever so slightly. His left hand, however, is deathly still.
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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 18, 2021 21:15:31 GMT -5
The animal didn't stand a chance against Variant 3-2, bleeding out fast as it got stabbed, Freyr and Ásbera had their mouths wide open "Father, is that...?"
Before the girl could complete her question Freyr interrupted wit a "No." He got up and walked into 3-2's view, his daughter followed.
"It doesn't match with the parts Astrid found, plus it's arms are still attached to It's body," Freyr said, he than talked directly to 3-2 "Who... are you ?"
His grip on his axe tighten up, Ásbera had an arrow ready but the bow was still lowered.
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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 19, 2021 17:50:25 GMT -5
Her head quickly turned to face the two who had just came out to meet her. She stands up straight, facing them to properly analyze them. Her robotic face showed no emotion, and the only movement over her body were the lines of blue energy tracing around her face, down her body, and outwards towards her extremities.
"Majikróm Variant 3 Model Number 2." she eventually answers in a robotic, androgynous voice, after marking the pair as "potentially hostile" in her systems. "State your intentions." The grasp she had on her strange magic blade stayed firm.
Vailas, meanwhile, stayed out of sight, not being able to will his legs into movement. He knew this situation would end badly for him, he just didn't know what he could do to minimize the consequences.
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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 19, 2021 18:52:03 GMT -5
"The three of us were about to hunt this deer," Ásbera said, looking around and not seeing Vailas, she continued speaking "Vailas, where the hel- Heck are you ?" She went back to fetch the man.
Freyr kept his eyes on 3-2 as his daughter went for Vailas, he tilted his head slightly to the right, trying to figure out what she was, he decided the best way was to ask "What exactly are you ? A construct ? Perhaps a type of golem ?"
As Ásbera approached Vailas, she noticed the look on his face, "Are you okay ?" She asked before trying to get him to come out with her.
Depending on how much 3-2 was capable of analysing, she might've been able to tell that Freyr's axe was enchanted and that the metal was much colder than normal ones are.
After 3-2 responded to Freyr, he would say "We don't mean you no harm, as my daughter said, we were about to hunt this animal, but since you got to it first it's only fair you keep it, Although my people need it, we can still hunt other animals." He than waited for Ásbera and Vailas to come up to them.
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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 19, 2021 19:45:32 GMT -5
They mean no harm.
These individuals were not hostile. As such, she had no need to be. The magical blue blade in her hand dissipates. Upon hearing their question, she responds with her preprogrammed response, made so as to not give away too much information. "Majikróm Variation 3 Model Number 2."
Vailas straightens himself up as Ásbera approached him. Clearing his throat. "I...did not expect to see that." He says, walking out with Ásbera. He takes a deep breath, preparing for the worst. "It's an automaton." Vailas responds, putting his thumb and forefinger around the gemstone in his broach. "3-2, stand down." He commands, as the gem glows slightly for but a moment, before 3-2 takes a kneeling position, head facing straight forwards. "It is a...creation of mine. I sent it out earlier to hunt as well, so as to get more game than just the one hunting party could manage. I did not expect us to run into it." He puts his hand down, staring at the two individuals he came on the trip with, trying to deduce what their reactions were by looking at their faces.
3-2 watches this encounter. They were speaking about her, she realized. ...She realized. She had not only bore witness to a scene in front of her, but could consciously deduce what was going on. Was...was she thi-? 3-2 detects an error. She 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 19, 2021 20:15:22 GMT -5
"Neither did I," Ásbera told Vailas, Freyr didn't seem satisfied with 3-2's answer but realized that keep asking wouldn't give him more information and when Vailas spoke the only reply he got from the Nord leader was "hmmm."
Freyr wasn't sure what to think, how come Vailas hadn't talked about his creations before ? And creations ? On plural ? Although a bit suspicious his face didn't showed what he was thinking and he decided to let this go, for now.
"Wow !" Ásbera exclaimed, you're smarter than I thought, not that I thought you were dumb but, this is impressive, sometimes the Dwarfs back at home made constructs to protect their mountains from bandits, they weren't this human looking though, how did you make it ?"
Before Vailas could say anything Freyr said "Don't be nosy. I know you're curious but i don think he'll answer that, Vailas, how strong this automaton of yours is ? Could he move the deer by itself ?"
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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 19, 2021 20:27:08 GMT -5
"My apologies for not bringing this up earlier." He said, noting that they were not hostile, but still not lowering his guard. "The people of my old homeland were...not as accepting of this sort of thing, and attacked me when they learned of it."
Vailas decides to take a risk. He draws his left hand up to be around face-height, then uses his right hand to remove the glove, revealing the metallic hand that was much in the same design as his broach and as 3-2, including an inscription right below the knuckles in a language that the two were unlikely to know, glowing blue like the lines of magical energy coursing along the hand. "They took my hand from me. I was lucky to make it out with the rest of my person."
He takes off his other glove and fixes his cuffs, stuffing the gloves into his coat. "And I would rather not discuss its design, as a precautionary measure, if that is alright. As for strength yes, it should be able to drag the deer without strain." He brings his hand back to the broach. "3-2, get ready to take the deer back to camp."
The machine stood, going over to the deer in order to take it to the camp, as Vailas had instructed.
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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 19, 2021 20:47:03 GMT -5
"That's... Horrible, one us, Astrid, she found a gantlet that it seems to be trying to gather their pieces and put itself together," Ásbera told Vailas.
Freyr approached 3-2, gave a good look from all angles, inspecting it, "This... Automaton of yours, it looks impressive, hmmm." Some concern appeared on Freyr's expression for a second but than disappeared "With the few supplies we have and this big deer here, we should be good for a few days, the antlers should be useful for too, 3-2, if you don't mind, could you help us with this deer ?"
He placed his axe on the shoulders and started walking back, "let's check the traps before leaving," the man 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 20, 2021 18:55:08 GMT -5
Variant 3-2 would not respond.
Vailas gave 3-2 the command himself, bringing his hand back to the broach to relay it. "3-2, bring the deer and follow us." Wordlessly, 3-2 picked up the deer. While she was able to carry it, it was obvious that the weight was more than the automaton was used to. Vailas turns to Freyr. "Agreed. It may not have been long but something may still have walked in."
In his mind, he notes the talk of this gauntlet. Quite an interesting case...he would need to investigate later, similar to the Draugr. So many strange happenings on this island...truly, a most interesting place to land.
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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 20, 2021 19:17:46 GMT -5
Freyr noticed 3-2's struggled and helped her move the deer, even though, as far as he knows, it was just an automaton, helping others was in his blood by this point.
The traps had nothing on them yet so Freyr decided to lead the party back to camp, it took them a considerable amount of time to reach their destination, mostly because of the legendary deer 3-2 had hunt, once there he noticed that Astrid and her husband had an elk like creature with them and one more piece of the puzzle that was the gantlet, he was also informed of a new arrival and about the lynx and the own on Líf's 'tent', he also informed everyone about 3-2, not saying anything about Vailas hand or what he told them on how he lost it as he thought that, if anyone else should know that, it had to come from Vailas himself.
"Alright, gather around everybody," the Nord said, he waited until every was there, except for Lif, as she was tending to the feverish woman on her large lean-to "It seems that we had a successful hunt and an Baggi and Astrid also brought home some food, i was you and you..." He pointed to a couple on the crowd, Vailas might be able to recognise Bjørn "... to skin and preserve the deer, Fengr and you..." He pointed to a woman that had two kids next to her, one of the kids was the same one that spotted Vailas before "... do the same to this elk looking thing, tonight, we'll eat well and the each one here will get one bottle of mead, we shall commemorate our success."
He called Vailas to the side "will you join us ? Morale isn't exactly high right now and having one of the people who helped us not starve would bring some cheer as well."
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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 21, 2021 13:23:00 GMT -5
While his automaton stood motionless at the edge of camp, having retreated there after setting down the large beast she had hunted down, Vailas was at the edge of the crowd, gloves firmly back on his hands. When Freyr comes to him with his question, he hesitates. These people were friendly enough...for now, and they hadn't poisoned him last time, so...he had no reason to mistrust them for now, but still he was unsure.
He was about to decline, before reconsidering once more. "...Alright, I can stay for a short amount of time. I must thank you again for your hospitality."
Would this indebt him to the settlement once again? Surely not, he thought, with the size of the deer they had caught, plus the trap still set out in the woods likely to catch them something else in the future, this would simply make them even? He puts it out of his mind, that being justification enough, and joins them to feast.
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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 Aug 4, 2021 17:53:50 GMT -5
The forest wasn't too far from camp but I still took sometime to reach it, on the way Freyr asked about Vailas' findings, curious to hear any information he already didn't knew.
The closer to the forest the more weird Bjørn became, when the party reached the dense treeline he froze for a second, he felt something was off about the place, the man just snapped out of if when Freyr put his hand on his shoulder and asked if he was fine.
"I think that dream got me a little on the edge, on it I heard a familiar voice but I couldn't quite identify it, the voice became louder, and louder, than it became a screech and my ears popped and then I woke up, it was only a dream though," he said
Freyr tapped his shoulder, "everything's going to be fine," Freyr assured, than turned to the group, his words were mostly to Nomi and Bjønr as Vailas and 3-2 had already heard that last time they were here, "Move quietly and quickly, don't leave the group without telling anyone, there's a few not so friendly creatures here, we should be fine as long as we don't enter their territory, which we shouldn't, let's go."
While the group entered the forest, a pair of red eyes seems to watch them from a distance while the wind blew in the opposite direction than the party and the smell of the creature went with it, away from the group that was unaware of the Draugr's presence.
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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 Aug 5, 2021 19:53:04 GMT -5
Vailas stayed on guard as he walked with the group, left hand passively raised near his chest as if to protect it. His eyes darted around them, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Something was off here, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...
Meanwhile, he had commanded 3-2 to be on guard as well. While it was not as obviously tense as Vailas was, it had its weapon conjured already, ready to fight at a moment's notice.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Aug 7, 2021 19:06:57 GMT -5
Nomi kept close watch on Bjorn as the survivors traveled further from camp. The seer didn't pretend to understand how the draugr functioned, but they couldn't say with complete certainty that Bjorn's mind didn't already answer to Benrir. Not wanting to arouse suspicion by pulling Freyr aside, vigilance was the best they could do at the moment. Nomi silently scolded their Sight, wishing as they often did that its gifts would come with some degree of clarity, instead of its preferred medium of 'vague threats'.
The group moved slowly and orderly through the forest, eyes scanning for potential threats, until eventually arriving at the first of the traps Freyr spoke of.
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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 Aug 7, 2021 20:17:32 GMT -5
The forest was silent, way to silent, it seems that the animals were either hiding or gone from the immediate area, the group stalker noticed that some of the trees had markings on it and that the group seemed to be following them and decided to get to their objectives before the but not before making it's first move.
Bjørn became more and more paranoid as they moved further and further inside the dense vegetation, he suddenly turned around, he seemed very scared, he heard whispers that the others couldn't "Did you guys hear that ?" He asked, "I heard whispering, i-i... I think I herd 'hello old friend'."
"I heard nothing," said Freyr.
Bjørn took a second to listen but nothing could be heard he sighed "I think that the nightmare affected me more than I thought it did."
Nothing happened the rest of the way and the group reached a lake where Vailas had previously set the traps around, it seemed that even the water refused to make any sound, on the first trap there was a fox, a dead one, the only thing that was recognisable was it's tail as the poor animal was mangled beyond recognition.
Freyr approached what was left of the fox and investigate it, the animal had no teeth marks and showed no signs of being eaten, even though it wasn't exactly in one piece all of it's parts were there and Freyr shared his findings with the group.
Trap after trap the results were the same, something or someone had brutally killed the animals that were caught. In the last trap Bjørn noticed something, inside the bloody mess there were something shining, it was a copper coin, the same type of coin that the Nords of the party used for trading before the waters took over the lands.
Bjørn unsheathed his sword turning to his left and pointing the weapon in front of him, the tip of his blade was shaking, in fact, his whole body was "Do you guys see that, the red eyes in the forest." Once again he was the only one affected by whatever was happening, the red eyes he talked about wasn't there since it's owner was in a complete different direction the man was looking.
"Bjørn, there's nothing there, whatever you're seeing isn't real," Freyr said, he had an idea of what was happening and searched for anything out of the ordinary but found nothing than, the whole group would be able to hear a faint laughter and once it faded the forest came back to life with bird chirping and other sounds such place produced, the feeling that something was wrong also faded as their stalker left them alone, for now, "Let's go back," said Freyr.
One the way back the leader of the Nords was poundering on what had happened and walked in silence back to camp after setting the traps again.
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