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 22, 2021 18:11:28 GMT -5
Freyr was too focused on the Draugr laying at his feet to notice the new person arrival.
The man lifted his axe above his head and with a battle cry uses his strength and the weight of his weapon to make it hurl down at the Draugr.
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Shadows of the Wild
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Biography: This is Asadrack's DMing sheet
Registered: Jun 29, 2021 14:15:24 GMT -5
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Post by Shadows of the Wild on Jul 22, 2021 18:23:11 GMT -5
The Draugr flew into it's companion, the one with a hole in it's chest was still standing, the other fell on his back, the blade of the supposed automaton cut the undead's head making his body fall limp onto the ground, his head still grunting
Without many ways to react, the half cutted undead used his other hand to try to protect himself from its impending doom, both head and arm fell.
"There are many of us, this means nothing." The Draugr's decapitated head spoke slowly.
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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 Jul 22, 2021 21:53:37 GMT -5
"Persistent things, aren't they," Nomi mumbled, grimacing down at the still-speaking head of the draugr. Their eyes met the red visor of the strange, metal-clad figure now staring at them, to whom they offered a startled smile. This island attracts all kinds of interesting folk, they thought to themself.
As the draugr was dispatched by the metal combatant, Nomi took a step back, raising their staff in a defensive stance. At this point, it was best not to get in anyone's way unless there was need for intervention. They took stock of the scene before them - they watched as man with the axe brought the full weight of the weapon down upon the monster, his battlecry echoing across the plain. They felt another pang of familiarity as they observed him - there was something about this one.
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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 22, 2021 22:00:33 GMT -5
3-2 watched as the body fell limp, then turned to face the last remaining Draugr that could still put up a fight. She quickly stepped over to it as it still lay on the ground, likely trying to get up. She brings up her foot and slams the extended heel of her boot down at its head, putting the full weight of her body behind the strike.
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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 22, 2021 22:23:57 GMT -5
Freyr ignored the talking head as a voice that wasn't from any of the people of his camp neither from the ones with them "Yeah, they are, unfortunately," he said.
The other two Draugar was successfully dispatched by 3-2, or at least one of them was as it's head was not more, it's body convulsing on the ground.
The one killed by Freyr seemed to also convulse by anyone who didn't know these creatures as well as these Nords but it was trying to wiggle it's way to his head, Freyr grabbed his head by the hair "That's not happening friend, I'll be sure to send your soul to Hel so you freeze until you find some redemption."
The body of the one decapitated by 3-2 was completely still as it wasn't determined enough to do the same.
"Thanks for the help 3-2, and you there." He pointed to Nomi, "Thank you as well."
Soon after the fight was over the people of the settlement had already started gathering wood and dragging the bodies to the cove.
"My name is Freyr," the man said to Nomi, "Your free to spend the night with us if you so desire, any questions you have will be answered by morning."
Fryer grabbed the other head as a man with a large beard and a blond woman dragged the bodies.
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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 Jul 22, 2021 23:22:47 GMT -5
"Freyr." The nomad repeated back to him. They were exhausted from their travels, their voice little more than a hoarse whisper, but even then they felt a sense of urgency stir their heart. "I... I know your name. It rests on the lips of of a dead king." Nomi faltered, planting their staff in the ground to steady themself as fatigue began to take its toll. "Ah, but I fear all that will have to wait. I may drop dead if I do not rest soon, and I have found that corpses often make poor conversationalists."
They dipped their head in a weak bow. "I am Nomi. I thank you greatly for your hospitality."
They had so many questions for the folk of this settlement, and more than anything they wanted to keep searching for Khepri. But they knew that their body was failing them - they hadn't caught a moment's rest since they made landfall.
Nomi regarded the silver warrior curiously as they made their way towards the settlement. They could not make heads nor tails of the being, but they clearly held their own in the skirmish. "You are much different from anyone I have ever met in my travels." They said with a weak smile. "What may I call you? 3-2, did Freyr say?"
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Shadows of the Wild
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Biography: This is Asadrack's DMing sheet
Registered: Jun 29, 2021 14:15:24 GMT -5
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Post by Shadows of the Wild on Jul 23, 2021 10:01:58 GMT -5
In the distance, unnoticed from everyone in the camp, a pair of red eyes started glow as night night took over and than, without leaving a trace behind, the eyes disappeared.
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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 23, 2021 12:37:13 GMT -5
"Freyr." The nomad repeated back to him. They were exhausted from their travels, their voice little more than a hoarse whisper, but even then they felt a sense of urgency stir their heart. "I... I know your name. It rests on the lips of of a dead king." Nomi faltered, planting their staff in the ground to steady themself as fatigue began to take its toll. "Ah, but I fear all that will have to wait. I may drop dead if I do not rest soon, and I have found that corpses often make poor conversationalists." They dipped their head in a weak bow. "I am Nomi. I thank you greatly for your hospitality." They had so many questions for the folk of this settlement, and more than anything they wanted to keep searching for Khepri. But they knew that their body was failing them - they hadn't caught a moment's rest since they made landfall. Nomi regarded the silver warrior curiously as they made their way towards the settlement. They could not make heads nor tails of the being, but they clearly held their own in the skirmish. "You are much different from anyone I have ever met in my travels." They said with a weak smile. "What may I call you? 3-2, did Freyr say?" "That is its designation, yes." Vailas says as he approaches, adjusting his gloves as he tries to get a good close look at these undead before they get hauled off. If only he could get his hands on a sample, but now was likely not a good time to ask. "Majikróm Variant 3, Model Number 2, 3-2 for brevity. It is an automaton made for defense."
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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 23, 2021 12:41:12 GMT -5
3-2 stood at ease, allowing the magical blade to dissipate into nothing as she listened to the conversation Vailas was having with Nomi. Something about it was...wrong, but she could not decipher what. After a moment, she thinks she's found the answer.
That isn't her name.
But if that wasn't her name, what was? For the life of her she could not remember. It's as if the memory was being kept from her. But why? Why would she not be able to reme-
3-2 detects an error.
Correction failed. Retry.
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 23, 2021 13:08:36 GMT -5
Freyr looked at the nomad that had just confirmed what the Draugr said to him just moments before "Unfortunately I know exactly who you're talking about, why couldn't he stay dead ?" The question was more to himself than to anyone else.
Vailas would be able to notice that they decay showed signs that their death occurred not to long ago, although the smell would imply a different story, although definitely they smelled of a corpse in late stages of decomposition there were a sweet scent accompanying the horrible smell.
Their bodies had mortal wounds that wore clearly what originally killed them and their blood was black.
The head of the stronger undead made eye contact with the man as Freyr passed through him, it Vailas a chiling smile "Be careful not to become one of us after death." The head started laughing hysterically before going completely silent.
"Don't worry," said Freyr, I doubt there's any reason for that happening, plus, only Nords can become Draugrs."
After the bodies were taken away, Vailas would be able to collect some blood samples and a piece of a bone without being directed by the group, or he could try asking for it before the bodies were burned.
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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 Jul 23, 2021 16:16:21 GMT -5
Nomi recognized Valias as he answered for 3-2, who had approached to study the draugr up close. Some of the words he spoke, 'automaton', and 'variant', were largely alien to Nomi, but they tried their best to understand his meaning. After a short exchange, they excused themself to the settlement, stepping inside the array of nordic shelters in search of a place to rest their head.
The survivors within the settlement were kind, readily showing them to a lean-to and bringing them a few spare pieces of meat from the hunt before. Nomi guessed that they must look even weaker and more malnourished than they felt. They were grateful for the food, making short work of what they had been given.
Soon after, sleep came quickly for Nomi - they were unconscious as soon as their body hit the floor. And as sleep came, dreams were sure to follow.
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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 23, 2021 18:06:49 GMT -5
Vailas gagged as he took in the scent, observing the body and its decomposition. He picked up a few bone fragments and other such small samples from the ground, focusing on the smaller bits left behind from the head 3-2 had collapsed in on itself. After putting them into his pocket(which he decided would definitely need washed out later), he walks over to where the bodies were being taken. While he doubted they would let him take a larger sample, and especially not one from the still slightly moving corpse, he had to try.
"Pardon me." Vailas asked. "These Draugr, as you call them, they...intrigue me. The way they remain after death, and even keep at least enough of their mind to still speak. It is fascinating and I would like to figure out how, but in order to do that effectively, I need to research them. I would not need much, mind you, even just a single joint off of a finger of each would suffice, if you allow me such."
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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 23, 2021 18:43:54 GMT -5
Freyr called a meeting after Vailas request, the only one not attending was Líf, she was still with the Varia making sure she wouldn't get worse during the night and Ásbera who decided to stay at camp, the rest were away from Vailas but still in eye range.
"Why are even considering this request ? What good will can come from that," Fengr spoke.
"Maybe he can find a easier way to kill them, other than fighting them directly," Freyr answered.
Astrid spoke next "Or he will end up becoming a necromancer and hurting more people."
"Not all necromancers are evil," her husband said.
"I know love, the problem is what that head said, maybe it's onto something," Astrid spoke again.
"I don't think we should give him everything he asked but if this research can benefit us all than I think we can allow him to have at least one piece and have him report his findings," Baggi said.
"I have my own suspicions, but maybe we can guide him on the right direction." Freyr considered his options "Let's hear what he have to say before making any decisions than." The group seemed to agree.
They approached Vailas all except for Freyr stayed silent "What exactly is your objectives in this research ? And how would that benefit you and us if we allow you the have a what you ask ? And most important, what are the risks ?"
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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 23, 2021 19:27:58 GMT -5
The quiet mass confronting him put Vailas on edge, but he managed to keep calm as he cleared his throat, adjusting his cuffs out of habit. "Simply put, rather than just knowing that Draugr exist and how they form, I wish to understand why. If we can figure out what causes the transformation at an arcane level, we may be able to find a way to prevent it, stopping them from being able to strengthen their numbers. As well as this, perhaps looking at them through this lens can provide us with knowledge on how better to combat them, without as much risk to yourselves." He looks around, trying to gauge the reaction on these peoples faces.
"As for risk, what I have asked for minimizes said risk almost completely. By only taking the topmost joint of a finger, there is no way for it to move, assuming it is from one of the ones that are somehow still moving, while still providing me enough to test on. You can dispose of the rest as need be, except the head of the still moving one, as from what I've seen that is needed to keep the finger in the state I would want to test it at. However if that ends up being too much of an issue, I could go without such for now."
He darts his eyes between the mass of people gathered in front of him, unsure of what their response would be, and, although it wouldn't be very perceivable to them, ready to run at a moment's notice if need be. While his backtrack at the end was necessary, not having that live sample could prove to be bad for his research, as for all he knows, the final death of the Draugr could get rid of any potential effects, or possibly introduce new ones that a live Draugr would not have. However, if he couldn't get it, perhaps he could find another way. He would have to wait and see, though, as he prepared for the village's verdict.
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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 23, 2021 20:36:41 GMT -5
Freyr cuts the upper joint of two fingers , one from each of the the Draugar that 3-2 killed and held in front of him, once Vailas reached for it Freyr pulled back "If any of your researches leads to any harm upon anyone, and I mean anyone, we will take everything you have and send you into de mountains with nothing but a dagger, please, don't make me regret trusting you." He than handed the fingers
It was very clear that Fryer didn't enjoy saying those words but it was even clearer that he was dead serious.
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