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.
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Post by Vailas Steelhand on Jul 23, 2021 21:23:44 GMT -5
Vailas nodded, a serious look on his face as well. "Worry not, Freyr. My research shall not harm anyone." He says, taking the fingers and carefully putting them into his jacket. "Such research shall only serve to benefit people." He turns to 3-2, and beckons for her to come near. "Now, if you do excuse me, I must retire for the night. I have much research ahead of me, and I still have yet to set up a shelter other than my boat. Have a pleasant night, Freyr." He turns to the villagers. "Nords." With that, he heads off towards the shore to grab his things and have 3-2 haul materials to a nearby location to set up his own camp, before taking the night to rest.
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Ironwolf Village
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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 22:05:18 GMT -5
After returning to camp most decided to cut the commemoration short as the undead killed the mood.
Freyr decided to observe the sky with his daughter once again, he explained to her what had happened at the cove.
"So you think i made the right choice," he asked
"I don't think there's a right or wrong choice here father, but I believe you did what you think it was the best for us, even if some of us may disagree with the decision they know that you have our best interest at heart, there's not much two pieces of fingers can cause that much damage anyway," Ásbera replied.
"Do you think we can trust him small one ?"
"So you have some suspicion too huh." The young girl sighed "I thought so at first but you should've seen his face when we discovered 3-2, he said he was surprised but he looked terrified, like we had just found out a dark secret or something."
"Maybe if I could have some time alone with that automaton I could figure out what's happening." It was Freyr's turn to sigh "We have more to worry about though, there's a sick woman at Líf's lean-to, the other girl currently in one of the widow's lean-to, at least she'll have be able to spend her night accompanied by her friend, on top of it all, Benrir is still a problem."
"Although that asshole becoming a Draugr don't suprise me, knowing he's near us do, hopefully we get rid of him soon."
The girl expected her father to say something about the cursing but all he did was agree, confused she ask why he didn't say anything about that, to which he responded with, "because you're telling a fact, he is an asshole, this will be the only time you'll be allowed to swear, as this kind of words a very disrespectful."
Their conversation carried out for a few more hours, random topics came out after that, including her late mother.
Soon both would go to sleep on their lean-to and soon the sun would rise
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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.
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jul 23, 2021 22:21:00 GMT -5
As morning came Freyr approached the lean-to that Nomi was as soon as he noticed she was awake "Good morning, I hope you were able te rest well, I apologize for not being able to provide more a more comfortable place for you to sleep, let me introduce myself again in a less rushed manner, I'm Freyr Ironwolf, the leader of these people but you can call me Freyr." He seemed a little uncomfortable to present himself as the leader as he never intended to be in that situation but at the same time he was accepting the position as everyone wouldn't accept anyone else to lead them
The Nord had a wooden bowl with a few pieces of vegetables and meat with his, he also had some water "I brought you some breakfast."
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Nomi
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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.
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Post by Nomi on Jul 24, 2021 9:34:54 GMT -5
Nomi was awake and rested by the time Freyr made his way over to them. They smiled at the nord's approach, nodding their head in greetings. "Thank you. I am not ashamed to admit that I am famished - until now, I haven't had a chance to catch my breath since arriving here, let alone forage for anything to eat." They glanced down at their now sleeveless arm, bearing the fresh scar of a claw-mark that served as a reminder of the dangers they had faced on the path here.
The sage took a deep breath, closing their eyes and taking in the cool morning air. They returned their attention towards Freyr, patting the ground beside them in invitation. "Will you sit with me? I have found that food tastes much better with good company."
Nomi ate their meal quietly, observing as the survivors of the settlement began to awaken. "You hesitate when you speak of yourself as the leader of these survivors. Why?"
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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 24, 2021 9:55:44 GMT -5
Freyr sat next to Nomi, "I never wanted this position, before this, we had a great leader, after his death his son took over, he was greedy and because of him the people were struggling, than he decided that he wanted the woman of the village for himself so, I led these people into battle, now, I have to keep these people alive and I'm not sure I can do it."
Soon after Freyr said those words a young girl approached "Hello," she said to Nomi "I'm Ásbera, I'm this man's Daughter." She than turned to Freyr "Have you eaten already ?"
"Yes small one, I have," the man replied before talking to the newcomer "I have to questions for you Nomi. First how did you knew about the undead King as you called it ? And how did you get here ?"
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Nomi
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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 24, 2021 17:57:29 GMT -5
Nomi's smiled warmly as the girl walked up to the lean-to. "Hello, Ásbera. It is a pleasure to meet you - I am called Nomi." The nomad's voice was friendly, accenting their words in short staccato. "You are quite lucky to call this man your father. I would have been in some real trouble last night if not for his bravery." They offered Freyr a wink, hoping to make him look good in front of his daughter.
They nodded, taking a sip of water as the conversation shifted to a more solemn subject. "I came here, I expect, the same as most of you. The Unending Storm destroyed my home, and only early yesterday I washed ashore upon this land. I had been traveling with someone, but..." Their brow furrowed in worry. "We were separated. Fleeing from some mist-bound horror out in the woods."
They measured their next words carefully - the last thing they wanted was to make these nords distrustful of them. "Among my people, I am known as a Seer, of sorts. Visions, omens, prophecy... these forces work through me. Fickle though as they often are," they griped, expressing some frustration at past ordeals.
"The face of the king appeared to me in a dream. Standing amidst a horde of the same beasts that attacked last evening. He was..." Nomi faltered, struggling to put into words the dread that filled their heart at the sight of him. "He spoke your name, as more of the dead awakened all around him. I believe he is looking for you. And I believe he is already here."
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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 24, 2021 19:05:12 GMT -5
"oh, I know, he might look intimidating sometimes but his a sweetheart, he's teaching me how to hunt." Ásbera replied to Nomi.
"Water took over our home as well," her father said.
Freyr's expression was a worried one, he doubt her words as, among the Nords there were such people although none of them were in the camp "We have found a total of four so far, we call them Draugr." The man let out a long sigh "This is a problem." His mind was already racing to figure out their next step, even though housing was important, the Draugr presence ment that they would need a way to fix equipment of it came or even make new if needed.
"Father, we can get through this okay," Ásbera said."
Freyr nodded in response, "Nomi, you're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need, don't hesitate to ask for help."
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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 27, 2021 16:43:48 GMT -5
Nomi offered Freyr a small bow in gratitude. "You have my most sincere thanks. You have shown me a great kindness, and as long as I am here I will contribute however I can." They leaned back, returning their gaze to the settlement at work "I am no soldier, but I am sure I can find a way to earn my keep."
Draugr... they turned the word over in their head, committing it to memory. Between their vision and Freyr's reaction, it seemed as though those fiends at the gates were merely scouts for a much larger force. Nomi shuddered to think what an army of Draugr could mean for the future of the island, let alone this settlement.
"And Freyr..." Nomi added. "I am a stranger to this place, but even I can see the way your people look to you. They hold no doubt in their hearts that you will lead them well. And neither should you."
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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.
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Post by Freyr Ironwolf on Jul 27, 2021 18:48:18 GMT -5
"Earn your keep huh, I have something we can do, I just need to talk to everyone about the Draugar and our next steps, also, thanks for your words." Freyr stood up and motioned Nomi to follow him, after they were standing near him he called everyone for a meeting.
He stood there for a second, waiting for people to gather, "Four, we have found and killed four Draugar, Nomi here has the gift of premonition, their words added with what that one of the Draugr said last night makes me think that Benrir..." He pauses, his expression changing from a serious one to a half smile , he continues "That Benrir The Greedy came back for another ass beating..."
The settlement looked a bit unquiet, their expressions seemed oddly a good one as Freyr continued his speach.
"Worst case scenario every single one of his soldiers came back with him, they know where we are, a bigger scale attack will happen eventually, we need to be ready, that means we need weapons, tools, houses, walls. First, we need a forge, we need more tools if everyone will be getting a house. As for the Draugar, we kneed to find where they are and plan accordingly, eliminating them is a priority."
The settlement seemed very enthusiastic, although they lived a more pacifist life, when it was possible that is, they were still Nords, and their cause was just, so, they would wage war against the undead no matter the odds
"Fengr, you will be in charge of making a forge and a furnace, Baggi, since will need nails for proper houses that will have to wait so you and your wife should keep looking for the other armour pieces, if whatever were putting together is as good combatant as 3-2 we will need it, the rest will report to them, as for you Nomi, you said you wanted to help, I need to check traps on the pine forest to the west, I need a second pair of eyes, how about that ?"
When Freyr started talking to Nomi the camp had form groups, Ásbera left with Baggi and his wife, the children played around, two womans took care of the children, the rest would gather around Fengr and he will start giving people's jobs.
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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 27, 2021 19:40:00 GMT -5
Whilst Freyr was giving jobs to his people, Vailas would be making his way into town, his metal guardian following close. He held a small pouch in his hand, his other hand empty, but checking his side every now and then.
On his walk over, his mind raced with ideas. How would he find a Draugr before the Nords found them? How could he isolate one? Would it even give him the results he expected? It was unclear, but one thing he knew is that, if he wanted to know more about them, it was the only way.
One he gets close, he waves Freyr down. "I have brought back what I was given last night, for you to dispose of as you wish. I have gained all the knowledge out of them that I can."
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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 31, 2021 17:12:04 GMT -5
Nomi watched in admiration as the nords rallied behind Freyr's address, eager to press on in the fight against the Draugr. It was unusual for the nomad to witness those who would so readily stare down darkness, instead of shying away from it. Before, in Komali, there was good reason to fear the dark - corruption had long since laid claim to the land, and trying to fight back against it was often as successful as growing crops in winter. Standing around these brave folk, it was hard not to feel inspired.
When Freyr turned his attention to Nomi, they nodded in affirmation. "You got it. Lead the way, and I will be close behind you." The survivor watched as Valias approached, not having seen him since the skirmish the evening before. He had left to study the Draugr, if they remembered correctly - they wondered to themself what he had discovered.
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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 31, 2021 17:44:39 GMT -5
Freyr picked the pouch, looked at it than at Vailas "That was quick," he said, thinking that the man had probably extracted something out of the fingers but Freyr didn't care much, as long as no one got hurt Vailas could do whatever, "How are you're food supplies Vailas ? We're about to check the traps you laid down, I can bring you some of the food we get from it, those are you're traps after all."
After Vailas response, Freyr excused himself, telling Nomi to follow, he handed the pouch to a woman, her husband asked to come with them saying "I've been feeling weird this morning so I wanted to get some fresh air, there's no air more fresh than the air of a forest."
"Of course Bjørn," Freyr said, than turned to the group, "There's some less than friendly creatures in the forest, we should be alright though, the traps aren't near where two of my people found them, so Nomi, Bjørn, keep your eyes and ears open and stay together."
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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 31, 2021 22:09:14 GMT -5
Hearing the offer, Vailas took a moment to consider. "As of right now it is enough to get me through a few more weeks, however if we are checking the traps, perhaps I could take a cut. I can send 3-2 with you to do so, if required."
He was hesitant about the idea of sending 3-2 out with others, but not himself. On one hand, if a critical malfunction happened, it would not end well. On the other however, this Nomi person intrigued him. From what he had seen last night, they were a Seer, and if this was the case it could be beneficial to get close to them. Sending a guard to help with a mission might be a good way to gain trust.
"Oh, and one more thing." Vailas says as Freyr excuses himself. "Once you are free, I would like to talk to you about my findings, if possible. I may not have found much, but I do have a hypothesis about the situation with the Draugr."
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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 3, 2021 16:43:18 GMT -5
Nomi turned to Bjørn with the intent of making introductions, but stopped short as they first looked upon the nord's face.
The light in Nomi's eyes flickered as their senses began to contort and shift, the sounds of nature fading away into the void. Bjørn's face began aging and decaying rapidly before their very eyes. The man's skin began to dry up, eyes made hollow by the passage of time, until the terrible visage of a draugr was all that remained to look back at them.
And then the vision passed, just as quickly as it had arrived. The outside observer would see Nomi's face twist into a grimace, shoulders going stiff, before forcibly dismissing whatever was bothering them with a firm shake of their head. When they opened their eyes again, Bjørn appeared perfectly normal. "I... I'll make certain to be careful." They said, coercing a smile back onto their face.
They turned to Valias, nodding in agreement. "Perhaps it is not a bad idea for 3-2 to accompany us. Strength in numbers, as you say?"
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Freyr Ironwolf
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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 3, 2021 17:25:18 GMT -5
While Nomi were having her vision Bjørn looked confused and looked Freyr, that observed it as well, after they snapped out of it the man that they just saw becoming a Draugr in her vision asked if everything's okay.
Freyr nodded to Nomi's words "Yeah, I actually thought about bringing them alone but I assumed you would be busy and might need 3-2 assistance but if you don't mind I'd love to have 3-2 with us," he said to Vailas, "As soon as we're done we'll talk, we shouldn't be long,"
After talking, Freyr would lead the group towards the pine forest to the west of the camp's location.
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