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 9, 2021 12:15:15 GMT -5
Vailas followed behind the Nords and Nomi. He kept a suspicious eye on Bjørn, afraid the man's paranoia might lead him to do...irrational things. He kept the silence, tense as it was, but kept his eyes peeled. Perhaps Bjørn wasn't wrong, and he was simply being tricked? Hard to say, but better to be vigilant, just in case.
He cursed internally about the traps. Something had gotten to them, but was it a beast? A draugr? Some other foul creature they had yet to encounter? It did not matter. If it happened again, then it would warrant a response, but for now, energy was better put towards other things.
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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 10, 2021 15:39:59 GMT -5
At the sight of the fox, (or rather, what was left of it) Nomi's mind wandered to far-off memories of home - those of witches, and of elder magic. "This is a bad omen." They said, shuddering. "We should move quickly through these woods." This whole forest was beginning to make their hair stand on end, and they could see now that the others felt it too.
Bjørn's episode did not startle Nomi, instead filling them with a calm, grim clarity. They easily sympathized with the man - to bear the burden of sights that nobody else could see. They were still unsure what it was exactly that afflicted him, but they could at least tell that Bjørn's fear was genuine. As the party made their way back to the Ironwolf Settlement, Nomi slowed their pace to match that of Bjørn's, bewilderment still plain to see on his face.
"Bjørn..." Nomi looked to the nord, their voice gentle and disarming. "I know that I am a stanger to you, but... I believe you. Will you tell me what you saw, out in the woods?"
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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 10, 2021 20:20:04 GMT -5
"i hmm," Bjørn let out an uncomfortable chuckle, "A pair of red eyes, it seemed like he was staring at my soul." Bjørn seemed a bit weird as he said that.
The party quicly left the forest and when they got outside the dense Pine forest they noticed the sky, it was becoming dark, it seemed like a storm was forming.
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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 12, 2021 0:07:46 GMT -5
Vailas was very wary of the darkening sky. The last storm he had encountered ended the world, so he hoped to whatever gods were still out there that this would not be nearly as bad.
However, it occurs to him that perhaps the true storm was not brewing in the sky. This atmosphere was thick with tension, and a chill ran down his spine, yet for some reason he felt he could not blame that on the chill brought by the storm clouds. "Something here feels off." He comments, looking around. "Perhaps we should quicken our pace. Those clouds do not look promising, and the air here seems..." He trials off, trying to find some words to describe it. "Well, it is a concerning feeling. Something here is not as it seems and I cannot pinpoint what."
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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 14, 2021 13:05:08 GMT -5
Perhaps it was the storm beginning to crest the horizon, but the seer felt a chill run down their spine as Bjørn spoke. Nomi nodded, listening intently, softly placing a hand on the small of the man's back. "I do not yet know what this means... but do not carry this burden alone, friend." Nomi raised an eyebrow. "These are strange times, in a strange land. It will take all of us to get through this."
Nomi returned to the group, following Valias' gaze as he surveyed the group's surroundings. "Is anything ever quite as it seems in this gods-forsaken place?" They chuckled, making a vain attempt to keep the other's dread at bay. But in truth, they felt it too - an ominous wind began to bluster past them, and the cool air that precedes a storm seemed to hallow the forest itself. The settlement couldn't be much further now, they silently hoped.
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