Vailas Steelhand
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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 22, 2021 21:29:36 GMT -5
Vailas considered the offer, unable to get a word in before Freyr had to attend to his other matters. He looked around town at all of the Nords who lived here. Physically, almost any of them looked like they'd beat him no problem, and those that couldn't likely were off the table when it came to fighting them. Would he even be able to choose his opponent?
He looked down at his hands, gloved so as to hide his metal hand. That could also prove to be an issue, if it were to be revealed. However, it could also be a strength. None in the settlement knew of it other than Ásbera and Freyr, so the strength it afforded Vailas would come as quite a surprise to anyone else he would fight, especially compared to the rest of his physical ability. He still wasn't sure he could win, but at least that way he would put up more of a fight.
Vailas' eyes then turned to 3-2. A momentary idea flashed in his head, of having it fight for him like a champion, but it just as soon left. It was doubtful these people would allow such a thing to occur. They may see it as weak. Even if they didn't, it likely wasn't a good idea. Vailas wasn't sure he had given it the capability to show enough mercy for a friendly brawl, and causing a scene like that would no doubt end poorly.
The thunder would snap Vailas out of his thoughts and back to the present, where he did another cursory glance at the people. However, before he could make another judgement, a drop of rain fell upon his nose, causing him to look up. The rain seemed quite light...but then again, so did the rains from the Flood. The clouds weren't nearly as dark though, which seemed to signal that these rains wouldn't be nearly as bad...hopefully.
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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 22, 2021 22:15:36 GMT -5
Nomi listened intently to the cavalier's rebuke. "I see. Then, it must be a pleasure indeed to know her as a friend." They had sensed that they had approached the edges of cultural taboo, and held their tongue from commenting any further on the matter. How easily they forgot that these survivors, even other humans, belonged to distant worlds that Nomi could only dream of.
As the woman spoke of the fate of their shared world, and the knight's confusion was made apparent, Nomi's eyes fell with pity. Seeing Freyr approach, they stopped to listen as the nord delivered the brunt of the bad news.
"I know not what you have seen out there, but we speak the truth... it is gone. All of it. Our homes were swallowed whole by the sea." The sage's expression steeled, still struggling to process their own grief. "We are all that is left."
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 23
Appearance: Race: Mostly Human
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Equipment: Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Skills and Abilities: Class: Beast Master
Has the ability to communicate as well as command companion animals, each with their own special things and one common.
Has the power to heal minor wounds only.
Is able to hunt, climb, build fires, scout, cook, and is of beginner ability of swordplay, but more advanced in archery.
Can understand and verbalize common tongue as well as different fae dialects.
Biography: |Personality|
Appears aloof, Varia is a cool personality bordering on frosty sometimes. She is socially awkward in that her sense of humor is rather... lacking. But she is not without laughter, it is merely a rarity. Most of the time, she is serious and focused on what must be done. She does not always meet the eye but not out of dishonesty but rather doing so without really meaning to.
|Origins|
Varia was born to a human woman deep in the Usque ar Ñalma Forest, a woman who had fallen in love with a descendant of a faun. Her mother died shortly after, leaving the girl at the mercy of the forest. She became the daughter of the nymphs, groomed to take the place of the former Beast Mistress, Feruzia, who died within the caverns deep below the roots of the trees that grew tall within the ancient forest.
Registered: Jul 5, 2021 19:52:04 GMT -5
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Post by Varia on Sept 4, 2021 11:14:34 GMT -5
"Aye, the world as we knew it was swallowed up by the mist and the sea. I come from the Usque..." Her eyes dropped. She looked up at the pegasus and tentatively brought a hand up to touch the neck of the beast. She wondered if she could try to communicate with the great winged equine.
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Renaux de Travére
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 22
Registered: Jul 25, 2021 20:47:41 GMT -5
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Post by Renaux de Travére on Sept 6, 2021 10:55:36 GMT -5
"I am Sir Renaux de Travére, Aile Capitaine of the eighth aerial company, in The King's Fourth Skyborn Brigade serving under Commandant Volaire."
Renaux responded to the first question that Freyr asked since the man seemed to be in some position of authority. He also seconded what the woman said, claiming that the entire world had been submerged underneath torrential rains. Which still baffled Renaux he'd seen nothing like that when he'd been teleported. That was what he'd decided had happened to him since it was the only way he could have travelled so far so fast.
Of course, before he could really digest the possibility that his entire country had drowned he noted the woman reaching for Neige. His hand shot out and clamped around Varia's wrist. While he wasn't squeezing hard his gauntleted hand certainly didn't make it a pleasant experience. But he is quick to release her once he's halted her movement.
"My apologies madam, however, under Gauldish law it is a crime to touch a Pegasus Knight's steed without express permission."
Technically, it was still a crime even with permission since the pegasus herds were all considered protected by royal decree. That decree made it clear that only those knights that had been ordained by the king or an appointed vassal were allowed to touch the creatures. Of course, like most laws that were a bit silly, there was leeway. Knight's often let children or women touch their steeds... but only with permission. Otherwise, the punishment was for the violator to lose their hand, immediately, the punishment delivered by the knight.
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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 Sept 6, 2021 20:33:10 GMT -5
Freyr observed, "The old laws don't matter anymore knight, only what we decide from now on does, but being touched without permission isn't good either, so you shouldn't do it yourself, specially when words would be enough."
Womans, in the Nord culture were considered the most important people after the Jarls, it was clear by Freyr's expression that he didn't liked the Knights reaction although he could somewhat understand it.
Yet again thunder lit the skies once more, this time it was a little distant, the clouds, somehow, didn't felt like the ones that came with the flood for some, the Nord leader sighed.
"We should seek shelter as we won't have much protection here." As The man said those words, a large man with face tattoos and a breastplate that looked like it wouldn't fit anyone on his hands approached the camp.
The man came to Freyr "We found another part boss..."
Freyr Immediately interrupted him "Baggi, we know each other since kids, stop calling me boss, I will punch you if you don't."
"No you won't," Baggi replied "also, that's exactly what you are now Friend."
"Than as your leader I order you to call me by my name as you did before all this. Where's my daughter and your wife ?" Freyr asked
"They went to search for another set of parts for whatever this is, they should be back soon."
Freyr nodded and turned to the others near him "Night, if you need anything let us know." He turned to the usquean woman and continued "the same goes to you, I'm Freyr by the way, I'm glad you feel good enough to walk." He than turned to the group as a whole "now if you excuse me, apparently there's a ship on the cove I have to deal with it next."
Before leaving, the Nord Instructed some of his people to get ready to move the few supplies they had so the rain wouldn't claim it, than, he went in the direction of the cove.
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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 Sept 9, 2021 12:51:28 GMT -5
Vailas watches the Nord leader head off, before gathering himself and 3-2. While the rain wouldn't make his automaton break in any way, having it stand out in the rain would be a very poor idea. He considers heading to his own encampment not far off, however, he needed that blood for his research if he wanted it to go anywhere. Vailas figures his best bet would be to accompany the Nords to their next destination, wherever that may be, so as to get the fight over as soon as he could. "3-2." He commands, the machine standing at attention. "help gather up their supplies."
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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 Sept 9, 2021 12:56:08 GMT -5
3-2 heeded Vailas' command, helping to gather up the supplies of the Nords and prepare them for moving to another location. She could see the rain falling as she helped, obscuring her vision some during the task.
Yet, she could not feel it. Why couldn't she feel it? For that matter, even the things she moved, that she held...she didn't feel those either, despite the irrefutable evidence of them being in her hands. It was as if she couldn't feel anything, except for cold. As if metal clung to her body at all angles.
Her body?
Variant 3-2 detects an error.
Correction failed. Retrying.
She corrects accordingly.
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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 Sept 9, 2021 21:36:47 GMT -5
Nomi couldn't help but take interest at the idea of Valias going toe-to-toe with any of the Nords in the settlement. Granted, the nomad was is no position to judge, (they themself boasted all of the might and power of a very determined shrew) but they would wager that anyone with sense would think twice before willingly stepping into the ring with any of Freyr's countrymen.
These thoughts were interrupted by another thunderclap, this one even closer than the last. Nomi muttered an old Dunespeaker curse under their breath as the rain started to pick up, throwing the hood of their cloak over their head in frustration. "Splendid. I should have guessed that a day of half-decent weather would be far too much to ask of this thrice-cursed rock."
They actually caught themself flinch at the sound of the thunderclap. This only added to their bitterness; they used to love watching summer storms roll by from the safety of their caravan. Looking up at the looming grey clouds, all Nomi could find in their heart was the impulse to run from them, until the storm was nothing more than a bad dream somewhere over the horizon.
Nomi nodded at Renaux and Varia, smiling softly in resignation. "It seems that we may have to continue this conversation later. If you seek shelter, you are welcome to use the tent I have been staying in." They gestured at one of the structures that stood nearby. "Otherwise, i'm sure these folk could use an extra set of hands." They turned to aid in the camp's efforts, helping to make sure that anything potentially vulnerable would be safe from the coming storm.
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 23
Appearance: Race: Mostly Human
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Equipment: Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Skills and Abilities: Class: Beast Master
Has the ability to communicate as well as command companion animals, each with their own special things and one common.
Has the power to heal minor wounds only.
Is able to hunt, climb, build fires, scout, cook, and is of beginner ability of swordplay, but more advanced in archery.
Can understand and verbalize common tongue as well as different fae dialects.
Biography: |Personality|
Appears aloof, Varia is a cool personality bordering on frosty sometimes. She is socially awkward in that her sense of humor is rather... lacking. But she is not without laughter, it is merely a rarity. Most of the time, she is serious and focused on what must be done. She does not always meet the eye but not out of dishonesty but rather doing so without really meaning to.
|Origins|
Varia was born to a human woman deep in the Usque ar Ñalma Forest, a woman who had fallen in love with a descendant of a faun. Her mother died shortly after, leaving the girl at the mercy of the forest. She became the daughter of the nymphs, groomed to take the place of the former Beast Mistress, Feruzia, who died within the caverns deep below the roots of the trees that grew tall within the ancient forest.
Registered: Jul 5, 2021 19:52:04 GMT -5
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Post by Varia on Sept 13, 2021 9:21:48 GMT -5
"My apologies," she murmured and dropped her hand. "But so you know, I don't think there is law and order in these parts." She didn't say it saucily or anything, just a blunt statement of fact. And then she sighed and glanced up at the sound of the thunderclap. Her mouth curled downward and she frowned. Glearsaby headbutted the back of her leg and communicated with her that she was ready to move too.
She looked to Nomi and nodded lightly, "Aye." She began to follow whoever.
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Renaux de Travére
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Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 22
Registered: Jul 25, 2021 20:47:41 GMT -5
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Post by Renaux de Travére on Sept 13, 2021 20:03:23 GMT -5
"Laws often have reasons behind them. My apologies, but I will not abandon this one simply because you are of the opinion that it no longer applies."
Renaux responded to both Freyr and Varia stiffly. It was clear that they'd touched a nerve when they'd tried to wave away the law as though it were no longer of concern. Of course, they could not know the history behind the law, that it existed to protect Pegasuses from those who would abuse them. Which was why he was not snapping at them for such an insult to his honor, but it still stung even if they did not know what they'd done.
"If I can be shown a shelter large enough for Neigi then I would be willing to help in whatever needs doing once she is seen to."
His steed's safety was of paramount importance but he would not abandon those in need either. If he could be assured that she would be safe from the rain then he could weather the storm to help make other secure.
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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 Sept 13, 2021 20:45:59 GMT -5
Freyr left just after the Knight's words, in silence, he didn't seemed to be the aggressive type, yet, saying he got a little displeased was an understatement. Líf, in the other hand, lived long enough and was far more wise, "Please excuse Freyr's words, he probably said that expecting you not to like it, however, in our land, touching a woman without her permission for... Well anything, will get you more than words and a angry look, normally that gets you a coffin, of course, that depends on what you did. As for..."
The skies lit up once more and the sound interrupt the old woman "As for your friend," she continued, imma afraid that when this rain picks up no shelter we can make with what we have will be able to stand. For now, as long as she stays laying down, she'll probably be safe in any of the improvised shelters we have since they were built with more than just one person in mind each, as some of us have families."
The amount of water falling down was not as much one would expect from such noisy clouds, only a really small amount, yet the skies shook with thunder and the winds were getting faster. Líf watched as Freyr disappeared between the rocks nearby, she knew that, if his daughter didn't came back before the rain, not even being struck by lightning would stop him from going after her.
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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 Oct 24, 2021 17:37:15 GMT -5
It was weary work, but eventually the survivors were able to secure the camp as best they could. For the time being, there was nothing to do but to wait it out. Nomi flopped down onto the floor of their lean-to, sopping wet from the time spent within the downpour. They sighed, looking down at their weathered, maimed robe in dejection. They had little choice but to remove it until it dried - it would be unwise to risk taking ill at a time like this. They rolled it up over their head, wrung it out, and hung it on one of the tent's front posts to dry. The nomad looked twice as small without the garment, wearing little underneath save for a uniform cloth vest that came up to their neck. They shivered in the stormy air, running their hands along the now-exposed tattoos decorating their arms and shoulders.
For good measure, Nomi hung their pack up to dry as well, first removing a small leather case to inspect personally. They unfastened a clasp, letting a deck of cards slip gently into their hand, sighing softly with relief after confirming that they were intact. They set the deck upon a dry spot beside them on the tent floor, watching the rain continue to fall.
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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 Nov 10, 2021 2:57:12 GMT -5
It wasn't long before the rhythmic tapping of rain against the lean-to had lulled the nomad to slumber. The last image their mind supplied before passing into dream was that of their friend's face, frozen in an expression of bewilderment, before dissolving slowly into a river of light.
Nomi was drowning.
Desperation gripped their heart, as they felt the light of the sun fleeing further from their field of vision. Nomi clawed their way upwards, up to the surface, but could only feel themselves sinking deeper into the water -
Not Water. Something else. Black pools of malice, filling their lungs and nose, wedging under their fingernails as they grabbed handful after handful after handful of clinging death, shadows growing darker, the light of the world flickering and fading. They listened to the aria of the void singing their name in a choir of dissonant entropy,
Until Great Golden Wings sprouted from their back, breaching, erupting from the tendrils of night as it gripped them, chaining their limbs and drawing them back into the pit, that emptiness that chases and bites and FEEDS
They saw their reflection in the pool of darkness below
She saw her reflection in the pool of darkness below
Until the darkness below was all she knew.
Nomi awoke with a start, clutching their chest, breathing heavily against the cool evening air. They felt at their face, bewildered and disoriented, discovering tears streaming down their cheeks. They glanced down to notice that their hand had drifted to the deck of cards, gingerly holding a card that they must have drawn in their sleep. With a deep sigh of resignation, Nomi flipped the card face-up.
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The Seer grunted in distress, exasperation, and something else entirely, swiping their staff from the wall of the tent before stepping out into the unknown.
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 23
Appearance: Race: Mostly Human
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Equipment: Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Skills and Abilities: Class: Beast Master
Has the ability to communicate as well as command companion animals, each with their own special things and one common.
Has the power to heal minor wounds only.
Is able to hunt, climb, build fires, scout, cook, and is of beginner ability of swordplay, but more advanced in archery.
Can understand and verbalize common tongue as well as different fae dialects.
Biography: |Personality|
Appears aloof, Varia is a cool personality bordering on frosty sometimes. She is socially awkward in that her sense of humor is rather... lacking. But she is not without laughter, it is merely a rarity. Most of the time, she is serious and focused on what must be done. She does not always meet the eye but not out of dishonesty but rather doing so without really meaning to.
|Origins|
Varia was born to a human woman deep in the Usque ar Ñalma Forest, a woman who had fallen in love with a descendant of a faun. Her mother died shortly after, leaving the girl at the mercy of the forest. She became the daughter of the nymphs, groomed to take the place of the former Beast Mistress, Feruzia, who died within the caverns deep below the roots of the trees that grew tall within the ancient forest.
Registered: Jul 5, 2021 19:52:04 GMT -5
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Post by Varia on Dec 26, 2021 10:48:56 GMT -5
Varia tilted her head and studied the man as he spoke of laws and such. She said nothing more. Her eyes flitted from his face then and she turned her back to look at the others.
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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 Aug 11, 2023 16:57:43 GMT -5
A storm came and went, the whole settlement took protection in a cave nearby, after returning the the settlement Freyr decided that the next step was to fortify and build permanent shelter.
The work was slow because the blacksmith didn't had a proper shop to repair tools quickly. The improvised nature of the his forge wasn't the only thing slowing the Nords down, their biggest problem was, Draugr.
Various attacks happened for some time but after they stopped coming the work could get faster.
The first to get a permanent house wasn't Freyr Ironwolf but Fengr, the blacksmith, everyone one tried to convince their leader otherwise, saying that "he was too important to continue to sleep under a lean-to", but he and his daughter kept refusing arguing that "If the blacksmith and the Carpenter had a home and proper tools everyone would have a home sooner", he went as far as ordering people to stop trying to convincing otherwise and he was the last one to get a house again having to argue against his people that insisted he needed a house worthly of a Jarl.
"My house should be enough for two people, no more, no less, I might be the leader here but I'm not better or more deserving of a big house then anyone else, also, the next person that calls me anything else other then Freyr will have to fight me in a one on one combat."
The following afternoon had no work done as everyone above 15 looked Freyr in the eyes and called him Jarl hoping he would accept fully the title, his friends, his people, even his own Daughter did this.
Freyr defeated one after the other, Freyr was a warrior but so was everyone else. The last one to face him was Astrid. "Jarl Freyr of the Ironwolfs, normally, this would be a loss for me, but after you fought everyone else you have no chance".
The fight was quick and after defeating nearly 20 people in hand to hand combat the man was the defeated, everyone commemorated, and Freyr couldn't stop them from finally giving him a deserving Title, their cultural costumes wouldn't allow him to complain.
Now Officially the Jarl, and with everyone housed, they found something the forced him to order the construction of a war hall, one of the children was severely injured by a Draugr, the undead immediately regrated attacking the boy as the young lad screams made Freyr himself come to his recue, quickly and violently obliterating the undead.
War was coming.
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