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Character Name:
Ulric Steel-Horn
Gender:
Male
Age:
36
Occupation:
Warrior
Strengths:
Pure Strength
Climbing
Weaknesses:
Not the brightest
Lack of Charisma
Lack of wisdom
Talents:
Gives the best hugs
One on one combat
Sailing
Inabilities:
Can not write
Fears:
Heights
Flying
History:
Like most Minotaur Ulric was born in a clan, a large herd of Minotaur that band together to survive and just like most of these clans they were savage and devoted to the demon lord Baphomet. Ulric was born as the son of this Clan's chieftain, Mandor Steel-Horn who was renowned, or feared, for his prowess in combat and ambushes that Taurs were known for but not only that but for his white fur which was rare to have. Ulric was brought up like any other calf, training for warfare, learning the glory combat gives and further things along this barbaric lifestyle. When he was just seven years of age he caught a terrible fever during that year's winter, the clan's shaman and elders could not find a remedy to cure this young calf and with resources as thinned as they were and the risk of this fever spreading, Ulric's father took the sick carried him to the edge of a nearby cliff and tossed him off, when his own son was conscious no less. The ill Ulric fell down, letting out the loudest,most fearful cry he could muster but it seems fate had other plans for this young calf as he crashed through thin branched that slowed him down enough before landing in a mound of snow to which he fell unconscious.
All Ulric could remember past that point was brief moments of consciousness before slipping back to black, when he finally awoke he was in an unfamiliar place, it was warm, it was quiet and more importantly everything smelled unknown and different. His body was damp a if just washed and there was strange things wrapped around the parts of his body that were sore or in pain. Looking around that is when he saw it, or her to be precise. Standing in the doorway of the the odd room was a little human, or at least what his father described a human to be, it looked female but was wearing pretty fabrics Ulric never saw before. That is when a taller human with a bright shiny hat entered with a smile. After a long conversation Ulric learned that is man with the shiny hat was the count of these lands and had found Ulric after hearing his cry, bringing the sick calf home to heal, that was three days ago and Ulric had been sleeping all that time. The young Minotaur didn't know what to think, humans were being nice to him, his father always claimed humanity to be an great enemy that would bring many glorious fights but here he was healed and taken care off despite being abandoned. Ulric asked to stay and like that he was, living alongside the count and his family.
Count Francis Griffenholt was know to be a gentle caring soul, one who spends a great deal of his time and money growing the town of Allenwald which is under his domain, his castle had five solid, round towers dominating the sky line of this massive castle and are connected by tall, vast walls made of light brown stone. Tall windows are scattered thinly around the walls in fairly symmetrical patterns, along with symmetric holes for archers and artillery with great gate with wide wooden doors, a draw bridge and a moat guards the last stronghold along this rough shoreline and it's the only easy way in, any other side would be futile. The count had a small family, just him, his wife the countess Helena and their daughter Josephine. They treated Ulric kindly and even like family which was a shock to the royal court and to the populace themselves, still the count didn't care and tried to raise up Ulric as a human which was...interested to but it lightly. It was hard to teach him full common instead of just his broken speech littered with grunts and hoof stomps, Ulric spent a lot of time practicing how to handle a weapon for the castle guard most days, life seemed simple and carefree, for a time.
By the age of eighteen Ulric had fully matured and bulked up quite considerable from the frail sickly calf he once was, people even got past most of their fears about him. Any time he and Josephine would take a stroll through the streets of Allenwald the young kids would ask to ride the bull's shoulders and it was quite the humorous sight to see a full grown Minotaur get toppled over by a swarm of children. The town and the county were prosperous under the counts rule but all that was about to change. Count Griffenholt was to be hosting one of his annual feasts in his hall, Ulric always got to eat his fill of the finest foods around, no that he was picky on the subject of food all that often. The night went by like it did every year, grand celebration, great food, greater drinks and plenty of fun. At the peak of the feast the most unimaginable happened, while the count and countess were mingling with the guests they were assaulted by three drunkards who ranted on about some tax or some other financial issue, everything was happening too quickly and with the grand hall being full the guards couldn't reach the count before on of the drunks stabbed the Countess, mortally wounding her. Count Griffenholt had knock one of the other drunks unconscious with his blade but once he saw his wife fall to the floor he froze. Seeing all this Ulric's savage instinct kicked in and he charged down the assailants, goring one and beating down the other in an emotional rage until Josephine calmed him down. Although the Count may of lived through the ordeal his wife succumbed to her wound, a sad day for the county of Allenwald.
The count wasn't the same after that, he grew paranoid and bitter as he became something similar to a hermit in his own bedroom, ignoring even his own daughter's pleas to come out. Ten days after the death of his wife he finally came out of his room, he came out different. The once kind count had rapidly deteriorated into something like a tyrant, his heart was cold and his hands became more and more bloody as the years went by. When his new tyrannical reign began he wanted the support of Ulric, he tricked the Minotaur to help him "Deliver justice" onto those who dare shun peace and commit villainy. Ulric was not the brightest and he knew that so the young taur would ask what Josephine thinks, being the kind soul like her father was she was always explaining what is just or what is good. The count grew sick of this and locked away Josephine in her room without Ulric's knowledge and without her to steer him to what was right he count used him as an enforcer and executioner, cutting down anyone the cruel count told him to. Allenwald went on to live in fear of their once kind count and his pet Minotaur for the next five years.
Ulric was far from happy, although in his base nature while committing these acts of execution he enjoyed them, afterwards however he questioned it and filled his mind with regret. He knew deep down things were wrong and Josephine was unhappy but what was he to do? The towns people feared him and the count that he once trusted had hired mercenaries to be his own militia under the paranoia that the town was nothing but crooks and sinners. For the first time since he was young Ulric was scared, but he stormed past those fears and went to find help. He went up to what was left of the guard and tried to rally them to his cause, his little speech was stuttered and the most dreadful thing that devolved to bashfully asking for help, anyone with a sane mind would cast this silly bull aside nut these men and women were most warmed to see the young calf from years ago till still be the happy lad they remembered, and so the very unofficial official revolt began! The guard rushed to free Lady Josephine and dispatched of the mercenary group. All that was left for the count to surrender but even with Joesphine's persuasion he would not and began to attack Ulric, calling him freak born and filth and all other sorts of curses that cut the taur more than any blade could. For an old man Francis Griffenholt was still as fierce as ever but with a final strike of his halberd the mad count of Allenwald would fall and peace would return to the lands under the rule of Countess Josephine
character Name:
Jacobah Hemlock Fell'n ( Skully)
Gender:
Male
Age:
84 ( Died at age 47)
Occupation:
Sailor
Strengths:
Immune to poisons and toxic air
Dexterity
Weaknesses:
Holy magics
Weighs little to nothing without his equipment
Talents:
Skilled with guns, making and shooting them
Inabilities:
Can't breath
Can not get drunk
Fears:
Fears losing who he cares for
History:
Captain Jacobah Hemlock was..* AHEM!* Is a man of the skies, sailing on airships since the rambunctious age of eighteen. After years of being a privateer and some daresay piracy and all the blood soaked wealth that spills from that life he, by the age of twenty-nine Jacobah finally earned the title of Captain with a heavy class warship, The Silver Mistress under his command with a loyal and racially diverse crew. Captain Hemlock was not always a terror of the skies of Globus, he once was a normal boy in one of the many airport cities of Core, Jacobah was the bastard of a high class merchant lord and a captain of a trade ship working under the merchant's fleet.
Although the merchant's wife was greatly opposed to taking in the child she did however managed to bar the captain from ever working again through many favors and gold. Jacobah was raised in the pompous household but between his father who accepted him with open arms and his step mother who scolded and belittled him the young Jacobah refused to call himself the family name of the elven merchants and took on the maiden name of his mother. once Jacobah was eleven he managed to meet his mother, Maria was her name. throughout the next seven years he would go visit his mother and hear many tales of his family's history of privateering and even piracy.
After his birth mother died he was fed up with his elven family and one night he decided to take the life of a privateer and signed up for a ship in need of crew. At the age of forty-six Captain Hemlock had made many enemies and one day they decided to band together and end his life, a fleet of fifteen airships of varied classes charged at Jacobah. Knowing how it would end he and his crew agreed to end it in a blaze of glory as they lured all the ships into "The Back hand" an area filled with the worst storms straight out of nightmares and that...is where the Silver Mistress ended her career. Captain hemlock and his crew dying, most to wounds after defeating all fifteen ships.
Years after a lone necromancer with a desire for revenge traveled through "The Black Hand" and discovered the resting place The silver mistress and her crew, With the necromancer's dark power Captain hemlock and his crew were raised from the dead and corrupted, turning the Mistress from silver to ebony. soon they sailed for an island fortress undead slave for the necromancy, gathering more dead for the necromancer's army they assaulted a fortress belonging to a very wealthy merchant family and as the tide of undead nearly won the battle, Jacobah and the necromancer cornered the man the necromancer seeked revenge on and as she went on rambling and striking the merchant lord to death Jacobah found a firearm on a nearby table and as if something else controlled his soul he picked it up...all his memories raced through his mind as he regained control of himself, this was his awakening. After quickly unloading the gun's ammo into the back of the necromancer's body he had begun to pick valuables from the room as the undead turned to ash outside.
That was when he found her, the young daughter of the dead merchant lord. Lynette Vinier was her name and since that day Jacobah...Or Captain Skully as he goes by now swore to protect her and became her adoptive father. after raising Little Lynette in her home, telling stories to her every night and teaching her about freedoms and loyalty she decided at the age of twenty-two she decided to become a privateer so Skully spent a fun year teaching Lynette the basics and providing guidance and support on her ship. But even a bundle of old bones like himself wants the thrills of adventuring once more so he had Lynette take him to the capital and gave her a goodbye for the legend of Captain Hemlock will live again...
Character Name:
Jasper Vandred
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Occupation:
Courier
History:
Jasper Vandred has always had to scrounge to get by in life, growing up in a poor family that had to try to live by working numerous jobs no matter how shady or immoral it was. He had spent his youth as a courier around his home town, deliver letters, goods and even people if that is what was needed. The boy had four siblings that shared a home with him and his parents, four quirky yet kind sisters all older than young man himself. They're names were Scylla, Jasmine, Iris and Willow, all of which were only two years apart by age. When Jasper was eleven years of age his family's financial state had actually improved, his parents told him they found a way to make plenty of money, even enough money to send one of his sisters to school over seas, as sad as the he was to have one of his sisters leave he was still happy for her. As the years went by he and his family got to enjoy the middle class life style and for the first time in a long while the Vandred family got to live like normal. His sisters would be sent off to this "school" his parents told him about one by one as his family gained more and more money. Between not receiving many letters from his sisters and his parents never talking about them when they could Jasper couldn't shake the feeling of something being off about the whole situation...
At the age of seventeen he would finally discover that "off" feeling, out of his deep rooted suspicions after his final sister Scylla was sent away the nosy teen had sneaked into his father's study and whilst looking on some documents on the school his sisters went to he found out the truth. His sisters weren't sent off to school but in fact was sold off as slaves to some secret society. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, Jasper was caught by his father and then he tried to silence his own son. That was a fight Jasper would win at the cost of his own father's life, he was mortified and fled his home and his town. He spent the next few years working in the underbelly of crime, stealing, killing or doing any sort of job really, he truly was a jack of all trades, a master of nothing. He was working as a contract taker and he felt as if he was still doing that courier work as before but on far more dangerous and high risk. Now Jasper wasn't clueless to what he would deliver, whether it be drugs, money or even people. Of course as he gained more and more of a reputation in his line of work all most of his high paying jobs was delivering people, but not the usually runaways or V.I.Ps but men and women meant to be slaves At first Jasper kept his head down and wouldn't ask questions but he was always the type to ask eventually. His investigation lead him no where for awhile, all he had was the final location would be some sort of "garden" and that the woman running it was not to be trifled with. So as the jobs continued the young courier had finally reached the trust or reputation to make direct deliveries and got to see this Violet Thrall for himself. He was fascinated more so than he would care to admit but that is when it occurred to him, this was the place he learned about all those years ago and that is when he came up with his new found plan! He would find a way to infiltrate the secret society his sisters were sold off to and free them..but would temptation and desires of the Violet thrall corrupt this man on a mission? How would he free his sisters if he even found them? Would he be doing this alone? Only time would tell....
Character Name:
Sebastian Foxe
Gender:
Male
Age:
29
Occupation:
Blood Hunter of the Order of the Ghost slayers
Strengths:
Arcane blood
Fears:
Rats
History:
Sebastian was born and raised for a small time in the small village of Frost Bite outside of the city of Never Winter, it was a peaceful existence until at the age of two when a strange plague had fallen upon the small village. Although he could never recall the memories of the tragedy nor even the names and faces of his own parents he knows that the man who saved and adopted him,Captain Gerald Frost of the Never Winter guard. Sebastian grew up treating Frost was his father ( Although no way in the six hundred or more levels of the abyss would he say as such) and became a guardsmen. Scylla who was the daughter of a renown bard was Sebastian's closest friend and in the later years of his teenage life even closer. Most of Sebastian's duties in the city watch was to go fetch Scylla from the trouble she would get into from the more...crime active end of the city. A few months after Sebastian turned the age of seventeen a criminal organization called The Arcane Fangs would come to light and try to clear out the other rival gangs and claim the criminal underworld, One night Scylla had sneaked out in the late evening to find a shop in the north district of the city. As usual Sebastian went out looking for her but what he had not expected was the three ringleaders of the Arcane Fangs Vexxa the Shadow, Thompsin the Brute and their ringleader Helena Monte, a Sorceress with deadly arcane might encircling Scylla, who was unarmed and only had an old styled hat with her. In anger Sebastian drew his sword but in a blink of an eye one of the three Fangs had appeared in front of him and plunge his own blade into his stomach, as he slumped against a wall he aimed his hand crossbow and fired a bolt which flew past the man who stabbed him and struck the burly man who held Scylla in the eye...It was all for naught though as the giant of a man pulled the bolt out and grunted and all that shot earned Sebastian was a few minutes of Arcane torture from the Sorceress who was the main leader of the trio. After the searing pain of multi colored jabs of electricity the last sight the young man saw before becoming unconscious was Scylla's death by a blade to her throat.
Sebastian awoke the next day in his cot, the watch having found him that night and bringing him to a healer, his eye however had changed from green to an agitated red. After fully recovering he went off to seek his revenge for the loss of the one most precious to him, wielding nothing but his sword and the hat which Scylla had purchased for him as he discovered, it was a late birthday present. He had soon found the two men that had wrong him in one of the more shady taverns in the north district, drunk as dwarves. Sebastian cared not for the fact the Sorceress was nowhere in sight nor did he care for the bar patrons enjoying their night, he ruthlessly attacked the two Arcane Fangs on pure anger fueled emotion. Vexxa, the man who stabbed him and Thompsin, the man with one eye both were slain in that tavern with gore and blood painting the walls. After that day not a single soul treated him the same for there was no praise for the ending the life of two murderers or the Arcane Fangs leaving the city, only fear or disgust. Even Captain Frost himself gave Sebastian a wide berth, for the remainder of that year Sebastian was always alone in the city filled with what used to be his friends. One night while he was on guard of the north gate he simply walked off, which was desertion of his duties but he just kept on walking away from Never Winter through out the night heading east. In the morning as he walked through the dense Never Winter forest he heard the sounds of combat and had stumbled upon a fight between two cloaked fighters and a very wounded but large scarred Werewolf, suddenly as if on instinct he drew his sword and drove it into the Lycan's ribs which although the steel blade did little harm to the beast he had distracted the monster long enough for the strange pair to finish the beast. Slightly impressed by Sebastian's act of courage they introduced themselves as Blood hunters and asked Sebastian if he would become one of them...four years later Sebastian has found his place as a proud Blood hunter of the order of the Ghost Slayer after two years of training as a new-blood and taking his Hunter's bane at the age of 20, he set out for many hunts with his Hunter trainer Alyssa Seville as an Acolyte learning how to hone his skills and new found power through out the course of the year. Now after years of dedicated training and world experience Sebastian is ready to face the evils of the world on his own. He still remembers the name and face of the sorceress that had caused him so much suffering, Helena Monte leader of the Arcane Fangs and he will get his revenge...one day.
Character Name:
Wyrran Sidus
Gender:
Male
Age:
229
Occupation:
Outlander
Strengths:
-Court room formalities
-Magic casting
-Intelligent
- Dexterous
Weaknesses:
Is quite fragile, not strong at all
General Appearance:
-Wears thick purple clothing with a large ( almost comical ) hat with a collar and scarf that obscures his face from being shown
- White elven male
- Green eyes and brown hair
- Height is 5'9"
- Weight is 167lbs
Talents:
-Loves to cook
- A swift reader
- Excels at magic
Inabilities:
Has troubles talking honestly about what he did in the past
Fears:
Losing his sense of reality
The entity that claimed his soul
General Personality:
Sidus acts humorous and carefree but the eccentric magician is much more cunning and insightful than he appears, he always has a plan and knows how to carry through with it so do not be fooled by any sense of naivety he may show you~
Inner Personality:
Sidus in a constant state of analytical over thinking and regret, on the inside his confident demeanor breaks into quite the meek worry-worth
History:
Poor Old Wryyan Sidus, such a strange fellow...He was once the court magician in the grand city of Zrolis, a city from the Fey wilds that occasionally pops into the material realm, nothing too uncommon of course. He was such a happy soul, aiding the Lord of the city while using magic he would research to heal ailments or improve the city's quality of life. He had the happiest of childhoods in his mind, a good family, many friends and he was quite the bookworm. He even had the pleasure to marry his childhood sweetheart Sivarra Krell. Some called him a workaholic but as he would always say " When you do a job you love, you're not working a day in your life~" Wryyan was a man of the people so to speak, he loved working with his city and it's people, he even took time out of his day to perform magic tricks for children.
One day whilst the cheery magician was in his study to happily work his night away he heard a voice in the back of his mind " What do you know?~" He was startled as the candles went out and from the dark a blurred figure appeared before him with an offer " It's quite simple what you need to achieve what you desire...not flimsy power that can be taken,usurped, decimated no, you need knowledge dear Sidus~" and so that what was on the table, knowledge. The knowledge to improve his city,his home, the people he has cared about for decades, centuries even...What was he to say? But of course the naive magician asked the price " Knowledge does have it's price Sidus, sages put their heart and soul into their work don't they?..let's just say if you take my deal you'll only have your heart in it heh~" and so Wyrran took the deal, with a nervous chuckle " W-well I've always gave my soul to this city, this is nothing different.." and with that the figure left and Wyrran's mind felt clear. He went on for years improving city district after district, even communing with the spirits of the fey to have them live in harmony with the city it was amazing but, not all was sunny in Zrolis...
As Wyrran focused more and more on his work he became more strange, eccentric some could say and that affected his life at home, he was slowly drifting away from his wife and he didn't even noticed, not even after the arguments, the cold nights at home or even the threat of separation. When tensions reached breaking point Silvarra left wyrran after handing him a letter, it went on detailing every concern and problem she had and that she had felt something different in Wyrran, an emptiness and silent sadness. She had placed a question at the end of her letter, a challenge of sorts. If he could solve the question he could have her back "What happened to the man I loved?" That was a question that drove the soulless magician mad. He went into hiding and waited until his fair city appeared into the material realm and ran away. Now he wishes to do good, if not in an odd way, deeds to gain his soul back and finally answer that dreaded question.
Character name: Korrith Witherstalk
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Race: Goliath
Occupation: Wanderer
Korrith Lonewalker was born on the day a mighty goliath herd first formed, The sons of Braveguard. Korrith grew up into this violent herd and so joined the ranks of their warriors as they defeated the surrounding herds for power. The reasons for this new found herd's power was in it's leader Vegathok braveguard and their Kryvat, the kryvat were Goliath that could harness the powers of nature. Korrith was one of these Kryvat, earning the name Lonewalker by being capable of taking care of scouting parties and even small villages by himself and after two decades rose through the ranks to the leader of these Kryvat. In the next five years The sons of Braveguard were strong enough to leave their mountains and raid and pillage villages and even towns in their path, this is were the rift between Korrith and Vegathok began, Korrith hated how Vegathok would have every plan be Mindless charges and reckless attacking which created many Goliath causalities. Once Korrith reached the age of twenty-five he had enough.
After conquering a large town and slowly beginning the pillage and razing of it Korrith confronted Vegathok, they argued for what seemed like ages before the herd before finally combat ensued. The battle was close and took quite awhile but Vegathok Braveguard was a terrifying warrior with his signiture weapon, his scythe. Korrith lost and as punishment he had lost his rank and was tied to a tree in the local forest, bleeding from all the deep gashes across his torso. However a miracle came to Korrith in the form of a slender elven girl, korrith was carried to what looked like a village deep in the woods and healed slowly. In the two weeks of his recovery he learned of his saviors, they were the circle of The Withering Stalk, a group of druids hidden away. they loved nature and always strives to heal it from death and the necromantic powers. after the two weeks Korrith asked, some say demanded, to join these fellow druids. That is when he first had the honor to meet the spirit of the emerald oak which this circle of druids swore to protect. The spirit of the tree was a Arch-Fey that went by the name Ivella and she welcomed Korrith to the circle. Korrith then took the name Korrith Witherstalk and spent the next two years Living in peace with his druid comrades...That is until they arrived.
A large group of invaders entered the withering stalks domain and to Korrith's Horror it was his old herd, the Sons of Braveguard. Using his knowledge of war and the herd's tactics Korrith gathered his fellow druids and started a guerrilla style warfare against the herd, this was Korrith's forest, his home now, and he was not going to let t fall without a fight. After two months of fighting the herd finally descending onto the village, burning most of it to the ground. During the fighting Korrith once again clashed with vegathok and after spending a few years training his druidic powers Korrith and bested Vegathok, Korrith almost landed the fatal blow but the new appointed leader f the Kryvat stooped him, splashing acidic poison into his face. the herd retreated to regroup and the circle of the withering stalk was left with half of their manpower remaining. Rushing to the emerald oak half of it had severe burning and the arch fey was left in a critical state. Korrith and the other druids tried healing the spirit but it wasn't enough. Ivella was going to pass her life force into a seed so she could be reborn and replanted elsewhere which would make her lose her memory and powers for quite some time. but before she did that she rewarded korrith with a gift, she crafted out of the living half of the tree a set of armor for korrith, commending him for saving those he did. He wore the mask and armor with pride and in the cover of the night escaped with the seed and the remaining driuds to plant Ivella and the emerald Oak somewhere safe. They found refuge in the old High Forest where they remain safe within nature.
Feeling his debt to the circle is repaid Korrith says farewell to his new friends and goes off to find his place in the world, with his past and upbringings of a warrior with the newfound knowledge from his time with the druids he travels forward to see what lies in store with him
Age 21
Black scales
blue eyes
Lorrash was born in a peaceful town in the center of a valley, it was mainly farmland with a major part of the population being dragon-born. The town of Mythstrand never had a major problem within it's walls and always had bountiful harvests and trade. However, what festered under the surface was tension, prejudice and paranoia between the dragonborn. The metallic colored dragonborn saw themselves as good noble folk and considered the chromatic colored dragonborn to be as greedy and feral as their dragon ancestors. The chromatic's opinion on metallics weren't any better. Lorrash and his family were chromatic, him and his father black scaled and his mother and older sister white. When they were little hatchlings this tension was never relevant. One day in the early morning a large symbol of the dragon Tiamat nailed to the town chapel doors. In the months that followed chaos ensued as neighbor turned against neighbors, metallics prosecuting the chromatics which resulted in numerous skirmishes across the town. After the end of a long eight months of infighting the town was in ruins and almost all of the populace dead. Lorrash and his sister were one of the few to remain alive, his sister barely so. Her dying words as she succumbed to wounds was that she was the Tiamat worshiper. She had smiled as she stated her reason, to show how terrible metallic dragons truly were with their pride and honor. And with that. . .Lorrash was left a lone survivor of the once beautiful town of Mythstrand.
He was only sixteen and even though he was fully matured on a physical level he had not gained enough experience in the world to live on his own. As dusk fell upon the valley a caravan came to offer support and aid to the chromatic survivors of the town. All wearing the sign of Tiamat, perhaps some would resent that goddess and her cult. . .At a time like this Lorrash accepted the cult fully. He spent years in the cult service, growing into a fierce bulwark against the enemies of Tiamat. After a long military successful career Lorrash finally met his biggest challenge. An old temple of the cult had been taken over by followers of the demon Mammon and Lorrash was tasked with taking it back using the small army he has trained and gathered for years. The siege was bloody to put it lightly, even his elites were being melted away by the various forces of Mammon. Mammn's servants were numerous as if a horde, not just of men but of Beholders and even illithid! Him and his men over the span of two months breached the gates of this temple and to the throne room. The cleric of the cult and a handful of his men were all that stood in the way of victory. The last thing Lorrash expected from this cleric. . .Was his bodyguard. This demon had flanked Lorrash and his personal squad, blocking off the exit. It was covered in barbs and its long claws already dripping in blood. Hamatula. . . . A barbed devil straight out of hell. Lorrash raised his shield and ordered his men to slay the cleric and the remaining cultists while he held back the demon. His froze in his tracks as the beast spoke draconic, not aloud but in his very mind. That short tale of torture and torment the Hamatula told was enough to make the scales on Larrash's hide quake as his men finished off the cleric. It. . .happened so fast. . .One by one his men fell to the quick strikes from the demon, sure he took many blows from maces, spears and blades but it wasn't enough. In the end it was only Lorrash and this (Now exhausted) Hamatula left. The demon laughed, that damn laugh. . .Lorrash felt anger, guilt and shame wash over him and with a god almighty roar he charged the demon. Claws, blade, acid and tails moved around like a blurred tornado as the duel raged on and in the end Lorrash stood alive and victorious. This shitty temple was conquered. The once proud bulwark couldn't be with the cult anymore, his faith was shaken beyond repair and he went on to find a truth he never knew. "Am I wrong?"
Jasper Kliene Vandred (Fantasy setting)
Age 29
Human
Jasper Vandred, the carefree fool of Bestipar. He was born into a wealthy family that was a subsidiary to one of the many merchant guilds. Their family bloodlines traced back to the nobility that ran the city before it became what it is today. His parents never forced him to live a certain way, they provided nothing but care and education. Jasper was always grateful and actually excelled at his studies and at the art of fencing.His siblings got along with him despite his knack for shirking responsibilities. His twin, Scylla was skilled with a blade and with a little help from Jasper soon became skilled in trade. With Jasper having no desire to inherit the business in anyway his sister would become the next heir. His brother Alistair always had his nose into a book or two, loving both fact and myth alike. He always wanted to study in the grand city of Topton and Jasper may of teased him for it but encouraged such a dream.The youngest of the family was Deliah,a beaming ray of sunshine no matter the time or place. She simply wanted to see the celestial beast in person. Gambling, brawls, women and wine. All things Jasper days were filled with until it all came back to bite him.
The life Jasper lived always left behind a trail of consequences and those who would be crossed with him. One of these persons would start a malicious ploy to get back at the young noble. They went for his family instead of Jasper himself. Delilah grew ill one day and not a single doctor in Bestipar could find a cure, all they could decipher was it was poison not a disease. This poison was rare and not cheap to produce and the only one who could make the antidote was the poison maker himself. Jasper had little time and even fewer clues, he spent every favor, every connection and almost all of his personal gold in search of the scum that poisoned Delilah. He only had one week until the date the doctors claimed Delilah would pass on, she had only just turned ten. Jasper, after four days of tearing through lead after lead finally found his mark. Hidden in plain sight was a tea shop, The Emerald Leaf. It was a shop run by a secretive gang for years and their main line of work making poisons as much as they brewed tea. Jasper tossed caution to the wind as he barged into the den of snakes. The gang was a small unruly lot, unaccustomed to fighting face to face. They were torn like paper as the trained Jasper fought through them towards the poison maker. The two men fought fiercely, as if wolves were claiming scraps. Jasper stood victorious in the end and was rewarded with the antidote he desired. Anger filled his being and without a word his ran his rapier through the wounded poisonmaker, killing him in cold blood. By the end of the day his sister was cured and safe from harm, but Jasper was more disgusted than relieved. The grim reality struck him, it was all his fault this happened. All those deaths were by his hand and he could not be happy about that. From that day onward Jasper started to work more actively for the guild his family was apart of in hopes of becoming someone better. He spent most of his time out on the road than at his home, forever worried his actions would cause another act of harm to his family. Fate is a fickle thing and jasper wanted nothing more than to take it into his own hands.
Character Name:
Ulric Steel-Horn
Gender:
Male
Age:
36
Occupation:
Warrior
Strengths:
Pure Strength
Climbing
Weaknesses:
Not the brightest
Lack of Charisma
Lack of wisdom
Talents:
Gives the best hugs
One on one combat
Sailing
Inabilities:
Can not write
Fears:
Heights
Flying
History:
Like most Minotaur Ulric was born in a clan, a large herd of Minotaur that band together to survive and just like most of these clans they were savage and devoted to the demon lord Baphomet. Ulric was born as the son of this Clan's chieftain, Mandor Steel-Horn who was renowned, or feared, for his prowess in combat and ambushes that Taurs were known for but not only that but for his white fur which was rare to have. Ulric was brought up like any other calf, training for warfare, learning the glory combat gives and further things along this barbaric lifestyle. When he was just seven years of age he caught a terrible fever during that year's winter, the clan's shaman and elders could not find a remedy to cure this young calf and with resources as thinned as they were and the risk of this fever spreading, Ulric's father took the sick carried him to the edge of a nearby cliff and tossed him off, when his own son was conscious no less. The ill Ulric fell down, letting out the loudest,most fearful cry he could muster but it seems fate had other plans for this young calf as he crashed through thin branched that slowed him down enough before landing in a mound of snow to which he fell unconscious.
All Ulric could remember past that point was brief moments of consciousness before slipping back to black, when he finally awoke he was in an unfamiliar place, it was warm, it was quiet and more importantly everything smelled unknown and different. His body was damp a if just washed and there was strange things wrapped around the parts of his body that were sore or in pain. Looking around that is when he saw it, or her to be precise. Standing in the doorway of the the odd room was a little human, or at least what his father described a human to be, it looked female but was wearing pretty fabrics Ulric never saw before. That is when a taller human with a bright shiny hat entered with a smile. After a long conversation Ulric learned that is man with the shiny hat was the count of these lands and had found Ulric after hearing his cry, bringing the sick calf home to heal, that was three days ago and Ulric had been sleeping all that time. The young Minotaur didn't know what to think, humans were being nice to him, his father always claimed humanity to be an great enemy that would bring many glorious fights but here he was healed and taken care off despite being abandoned. Ulric asked to stay and like that he was, living alongside the count and his family.
Count Francis Griffenholt was know to be a gentle caring soul, one who spends a great deal of his time and money growing the town of Allenwald which is under his domain, his castle had five solid, round towers dominating the sky line of this massive castle and are connected by tall, vast walls made of light brown stone. Tall windows are scattered thinly around the walls in fairly symmetrical patterns, along with symmetric holes for archers and artillery with great gate with wide wooden doors, a draw bridge and a moat guards the last stronghold along this rough shoreline and it's the only easy way in, any other side would be futile. The count had a small family, just him, his wife the countess Helena and their daughter Josephine. They treated Ulric kindly and even like family which was a shock to the royal court and to the populace themselves, still the count didn't care and tried to raise up Ulric as a human which was...interested to but it lightly. It was hard to teach him full common instead of just his broken speech littered with grunts and hoof stomps, Ulric spent a lot of time practicing how to handle a weapon for the castle guard most days, life seemed simple and carefree, for a time.
By the age of eighteen Ulric had fully matured and bulked up quite considerable from the frail sickly calf he once was, people even got past most of their fears about him. Any time he and Josephine would take a stroll through the streets of Allenwald the young kids would ask to ride the bull's shoulders and it was quite the humorous sight to see a full grown Minotaur get toppled over by a swarm of children. The town and the county were prosperous under the counts rule but all that was about to change. Count Griffenholt was to be hosting one of his annual feasts in his hall, Ulric always got to eat his fill of the finest foods around, no that he was picky on the subject of food all that often. The night went by like it did every year, grand celebration, great food, greater drinks and plenty of fun. At the peak of the feast the most unimaginable happened, while the count and countess were mingling with the guests they were assaulted by three drunkards who ranted on about some tax or some other financial issue, everything was happening too quickly and with the grand hall being full the guards couldn't reach the count before on of the drunks stabbed the Countess, mortally wounding her. Count Griffenholt had knock one of the other drunks unconscious with his blade but once he saw his wife fall to the floor he froze. Seeing all this Ulric's savage instinct kicked in and he charged down the assailants, goring one and beating down the other in an emotional rage until Josephine calmed him down. Although the Count may of lived through the ordeal his wife succumbed to her wound, a sad day for the county of Allenwald.
The count wasn't the same after that, he grew paranoid and bitter as he became something similar to a hermit in his own bedroom, ignoring even his own daughter's pleas to come out. Ten days after the death of his wife he finally came out of his room, he came out different. The once kind count had rapidly deteriorated into something like a tyrant, his heart was cold and his hands became more and more bloody as the years went by. When his new tyrannical reign began he wanted the support of Ulric, he tricked the Minotaur to help him "Deliver justice" onto those who dare shun peace and commit villainy. Ulric was not the brightest and he knew that so the young taur would ask what Josephine thinks, being the kind soul like her father was she was always explaining what is just or what is good. The count grew sick of this and locked away Josephine in her room without Ulric's knowledge and without her to steer him to what was right he count used him as an enforcer and executioner, cutting down anyone the cruel count told him to. Allenwald went on to live in fear of their once kind count and his pet Minotaur for the next five years.
Ulric was far from happy, although in his base nature while committing these acts of execution he enjoyed them, afterwards however he questioned it and filled his mind with regret. He knew deep down things were wrong and Josephine was unhappy but what was he to do? The towns people feared him and the count that he once trusted had hired mercenaries to be his own militia under the paranoia that the town was nothing but crooks and sinners. For the first time since he was young Ulric was scared, but he stormed past those fears and went to find help. He went up to what was left of the guard and tried to rally them to his cause, his little speech was stuttered and the most dreadful thing that devolved to bashfully asking for help, anyone with a sane mind would cast this silly bull aside nut these men and women were most warmed to see the young calf from years ago till still be the happy lad they remembered, and so the very unofficial official revolt began! The guard rushed to free Lady Josephine and dispatched of the mercenary group. All that was left for the count to surrender but even with Joesphine's persuasion he would not and began to attack Ulric, calling him freak born and filth and all other sorts of curses that cut the taur more than any blade could. For an old man Francis Griffenholt was still as fierce as ever but with a final strike of his halberd the mad count of Allenwald would fall and peace would return to the lands under the rule of Countess Josephine
character Name:
Jacobah Hemlock Fell'n ( Skully)
Gender:
Male
Age:
84 ( Died at age 47)
Occupation:
Sailor
Strengths:
Immune to poisons and toxic air
Dexterity
Weaknesses:
Holy magics
Weighs little to nothing without his equipment
Talents:
Skilled with guns, making and shooting them
Inabilities:
Can't breath
Can not get drunk
Fears:
Fears losing who he cares for
History:
Captain Jacobah Hemlock was..* AHEM!* Is a man of the skies, sailing on airships since the rambunctious age of eighteen. After years of being a privateer and some daresay piracy and all the blood soaked wealth that spills from that life he, by the age of twenty-nine Jacobah finally earned the title of Captain with a heavy class warship, The Silver Mistress under his command with a loyal and racially diverse crew. Captain Hemlock was not always a terror of the skies of Globus, he once was a normal boy in one of the many airport cities of Core, Jacobah was the bastard of a high class merchant lord and a captain of a trade ship working under the merchant's fleet.
Although the merchant's wife was greatly opposed to taking in the child she did however managed to bar the captain from ever working again through many favors and gold. Jacobah was raised in the pompous household but between his father who accepted him with open arms and his step mother who scolded and belittled him the young Jacobah refused to call himself the family name of the elven merchants and took on the maiden name of his mother. once Jacobah was eleven he managed to meet his mother, Maria was her name. throughout the next seven years he would go visit his mother and hear many tales of his family's history of privateering and even piracy.
After his birth mother died he was fed up with his elven family and one night he decided to take the life of a privateer and signed up for a ship in need of crew. At the age of forty-six Captain Hemlock had made many enemies and one day they decided to band together and end his life, a fleet of fifteen airships of varied classes charged at Jacobah. Knowing how it would end he and his crew agreed to end it in a blaze of glory as they lured all the ships into "The Back hand" an area filled with the worst storms straight out of nightmares and that...is where the Silver Mistress ended her career. Captain hemlock and his crew dying, most to wounds after defeating all fifteen ships.
Years after a lone necromancer with a desire for revenge traveled through "The Black Hand" and discovered the resting place The silver mistress and her crew, With the necromancer's dark power Captain hemlock and his crew were raised from the dead and corrupted, turning the Mistress from silver to ebony. soon they sailed for an island fortress undead slave for the necromancy, gathering more dead for the necromancer's army they assaulted a fortress belonging to a very wealthy merchant family and as the tide of undead nearly won the battle, Jacobah and the necromancer cornered the man the necromancer seeked revenge on and as she went on rambling and striking the merchant lord to death Jacobah found a firearm on a nearby table and as if something else controlled his soul he picked it up...all his memories raced through his mind as he regained control of himself, this was his awakening. After quickly unloading the gun's ammo into the back of the necromancer's body he had begun to pick valuables from the room as the undead turned to ash outside.
That was when he found her, the young daughter of the dead merchant lord. Lynette Vinier was her name and since that day Jacobah...Or Captain Skully as he goes by now swore to protect her and became her adoptive father. after raising Little Lynette in her home, telling stories to her every night and teaching her about freedoms and loyalty she decided at the age of twenty-two she decided to become a privateer so Skully spent a fun year teaching Lynette the basics and providing guidance and support on her ship. But even a bundle of old bones like himself wants the thrills of adventuring once more so he had Lynette take him to the capital and gave her a goodbye for the legend of Captain Hemlock will live again...
Character Name:
Jasper Vandred
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Occupation:
Courier
History:
Jasper Vandred has always had to scrounge to get by in life, growing up in a poor family that had to try to live by working numerous jobs no matter how shady or immoral it was. He had spent his youth as a courier around his home town, deliver letters, goods and even people if that is what was needed. The boy had four siblings that shared a home with him and his parents, four quirky yet kind sisters all older than young man himself. They're names were Scylla, Jasmine, Iris and Willow, all of which were only two years apart by age. When Jasper was eleven years of age his family's financial state had actually improved, his parents told him they found a way to make plenty of money, even enough money to send one of his sisters to school over seas, as sad as the he was to have one of his sisters leave he was still happy for her. As the years went by he and his family got to enjoy the middle class life style and for the first time in a long while the Vandred family got to live like normal. His sisters would be sent off to this "school" his parents told him about one by one as his family gained more and more money. Between not receiving many letters from his sisters and his parents never talking about them when they could Jasper couldn't shake the feeling of something being off about the whole situation...
At the age of seventeen he would finally discover that "off" feeling, out of his deep rooted suspicions after his final sister Scylla was sent away the nosy teen had sneaked into his father's study and whilst looking on some documents on the school his sisters went to he found out the truth. His sisters weren't sent off to school but in fact was sold off as slaves to some secret society. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, Jasper was caught by his father and then he tried to silence his own son. That was a fight Jasper would win at the cost of his own father's life, he was mortified and fled his home and his town. He spent the next few years working in the underbelly of crime, stealing, killing or doing any sort of job really, he truly was a jack of all trades, a master of nothing. He was working as a contract taker and he felt as if he was still doing that courier work as before but on far more dangerous and high risk. Now Jasper wasn't clueless to what he would deliver, whether it be drugs, money or even people. Of course as he gained more and more of a reputation in his line of work all most of his high paying jobs was delivering people, but not the usually runaways or V.I.Ps but men and women meant to be slaves At first Jasper kept his head down and wouldn't ask questions but he was always the type to ask eventually. His investigation lead him no where for awhile, all he had was the final location would be some sort of "garden" and that the woman running it was not to be trifled with. So as the jobs continued the young courier had finally reached the trust or reputation to make direct deliveries and got to see this Violet Thrall for himself. He was fascinated more so than he would care to admit but that is when it occurred to him, this was the place he learned about all those years ago and that is when he came up with his new found plan! He would find a way to infiltrate the secret society his sisters were sold off to and free them..but would temptation and desires of the Violet thrall corrupt this man on a mission? How would he free his sisters if he even found them? Would he be doing this alone? Only time would tell....
Character Name:
Sebastian Foxe
Gender:
Male
Age:
29
Occupation:
Blood Hunter of the Order of the Ghost slayers
Strengths:
Arcane blood
Fears:
Rats
History:
Sebastian was born and raised for a small time in the small village of Frost Bite outside of the city of Never Winter, it was a peaceful existence until at the age of two when a strange plague had fallen upon the small village. Although he could never recall the memories of the tragedy nor even the names and faces of his own parents he knows that the man who saved and adopted him,Captain Gerald Frost of the Never Winter guard. Sebastian grew up treating Frost was his father ( Although no way in the six hundred or more levels of the abyss would he say as such) and became a guardsmen. Scylla who was the daughter of a renown bard was Sebastian's closest friend and in the later years of his teenage life even closer. Most of Sebastian's duties in the city watch was to go fetch Scylla from the trouble she would get into from the more...crime active end of the city. A few months after Sebastian turned the age of seventeen a criminal organization called The Arcane Fangs would come to light and try to clear out the other rival gangs and claim the criminal underworld, One night Scylla had sneaked out in the late evening to find a shop in the north district of the city. As usual Sebastian went out looking for her but what he had not expected was the three ringleaders of the Arcane Fangs Vexxa the Shadow, Thompsin the Brute and their ringleader Helena Monte, a Sorceress with deadly arcane might encircling Scylla, who was unarmed and only had an old styled hat with her. In anger Sebastian drew his sword but in a blink of an eye one of the three Fangs had appeared in front of him and plunge his own blade into his stomach, as he slumped against a wall he aimed his hand crossbow and fired a bolt which flew past the man who stabbed him and struck the burly man who held Scylla in the eye...It was all for naught though as the giant of a man pulled the bolt out and grunted and all that shot earned Sebastian was a few minutes of Arcane torture from the Sorceress who was the main leader of the trio. After the searing pain of multi colored jabs of electricity the last sight the young man saw before becoming unconscious was Scylla's death by a blade to her throat.
Sebastian awoke the next day in his cot, the watch having found him that night and bringing him to a healer, his eye however had changed from green to an agitated red. After fully recovering he went off to seek his revenge for the loss of the one most precious to him, wielding nothing but his sword and the hat which Scylla had purchased for him as he discovered, it was a late birthday present. He had soon found the two men that had wrong him in one of the more shady taverns in the north district, drunk as dwarves. Sebastian cared not for the fact the Sorceress was nowhere in sight nor did he care for the bar patrons enjoying their night, he ruthlessly attacked the two Arcane Fangs on pure anger fueled emotion. Vexxa, the man who stabbed him and Thompsin, the man with one eye both were slain in that tavern with gore and blood painting the walls. After that day not a single soul treated him the same for there was no praise for the ending the life of two murderers or the Arcane Fangs leaving the city, only fear or disgust. Even Captain Frost himself gave Sebastian a wide berth, for the remainder of that year Sebastian was always alone in the city filled with what used to be his friends. One night while he was on guard of the north gate he simply walked off, which was desertion of his duties but he just kept on walking away from Never Winter through out the night heading east. In the morning as he walked through the dense Never Winter forest he heard the sounds of combat and had stumbled upon a fight between two cloaked fighters and a very wounded but large scarred Werewolf, suddenly as if on instinct he drew his sword and drove it into the Lycan's ribs which although the steel blade did little harm to the beast he had distracted the monster long enough for the strange pair to finish the beast. Slightly impressed by Sebastian's act of courage they introduced themselves as Blood hunters and asked Sebastian if he would become one of them...four years later Sebastian has found his place as a proud Blood hunter of the order of the Ghost Slayer after two years of training as a new-blood and taking his Hunter's bane at the age of 20, he set out for many hunts with his Hunter trainer Alyssa Seville as an Acolyte learning how to hone his skills and new found power through out the course of the year. Now after years of dedicated training and world experience Sebastian is ready to face the evils of the world on his own. He still remembers the name and face of the sorceress that had caused him so much suffering, Helena Monte leader of the Arcane Fangs and he will get his revenge...one day.
Character Name:
Wyrran Sidus
Gender:
Male
Age:
229
Occupation:
Outlander
Strengths:
-Court room formalities
-Magic casting
-Intelligent
- Dexterous
Weaknesses:
Is quite fragile, not strong at all
General Appearance:
-Wears thick purple clothing with a large ( almost comical ) hat with a collar and scarf that obscures his face from being shown
- White elven male
- Green eyes and brown hair
- Height is 5'9"
- Weight is 167lbs
Talents:
-Loves to cook
- A swift reader
- Excels at magic
Inabilities:
Has troubles talking honestly about what he did in the past
Fears:
Losing his sense of reality
The entity that claimed his soul
General Personality:
Sidus acts humorous and carefree but the eccentric magician is much more cunning and insightful than he appears, he always has a plan and knows how to carry through with it so do not be fooled by any sense of naivety he may show you~
Inner Personality:
Sidus in a constant state of analytical over thinking and regret, on the inside his confident demeanor breaks into quite the meek worry-worth
History:
Poor Old Wryyan Sidus, such a strange fellow...He was once the court magician in the grand city of Zrolis, a city from the Fey wilds that occasionally pops into the material realm, nothing too uncommon of course. He was such a happy soul, aiding the Lord of the city while using magic he would research to heal ailments or improve the city's quality of life. He had the happiest of childhoods in his mind, a good family, many friends and he was quite the bookworm. He even had the pleasure to marry his childhood sweetheart Sivarra Krell. Some called him a workaholic but as he would always say " When you do a job you love, you're not working a day in your life~" Wryyan was a man of the people so to speak, he loved working with his city and it's people, he even took time out of his day to perform magic tricks for children.
One day whilst the cheery magician was in his study to happily work his night away he heard a voice in the back of his mind " What do you know?~" He was startled as the candles went out and from the dark a blurred figure appeared before him with an offer " It's quite simple what you need to achieve what you desire...not flimsy power that can be taken,usurped, decimated no, you need knowledge dear Sidus~" and so that what was on the table, knowledge. The knowledge to improve his city,his home, the people he has cared about for decades, centuries even...What was he to say? But of course the naive magician asked the price " Knowledge does have it's price Sidus, sages put their heart and soul into their work don't they?..let's just say if you take my deal you'll only have your heart in it heh~" and so Wyrran took the deal, with a nervous chuckle " W-well I've always gave my soul to this city, this is nothing different.." and with that the figure left and Wyrran's mind felt clear. He went on for years improving city district after district, even communing with the spirits of the fey to have them live in harmony with the city it was amazing but, not all was sunny in Zrolis...
As Wyrran focused more and more on his work he became more strange, eccentric some could say and that affected his life at home, he was slowly drifting away from his wife and he didn't even noticed, not even after the arguments, the cold nights at home or even the threat of separation. When tensions reached breaking point Silvarra left wyrran after handing him a letter, it went on detailing every concern and problem she had and that she had felt something different in Wyrran, an emptiness and silent sadness. She had placed a question at the end of her letter, a challenge of sorts. If he could solve the question he could have her back "What happened to the man I loved?" That was a question that drove the soulless magician mad. He went into hiding and waited until his fair city appeared into the material realm and ran away. Now he wishes to do good, if not in an odd way, deeds to gain his soul back and finally answer that dreaded question.
Character name: Korrith Witherstalk
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Race: Goliath
Occupation: Wanderer
Korrith Lonewalker was born on the day a mighty goliath herd first formed, The sons of Braveguard. Korrith grew up into this violent herd and so joined the ranks of their warriors as they defeated the surrounding herds for power. The reasons for this new found herd's power was in it's leader Vegathok braveguard and their Kryvat, the kryvat were Goliath that could harness the powers of nature. Korrith was one of these Kryvat, earning the name Lonewalker by being capable of taking care of scouting parties and even small villages by himself and after two decades rose through the ranks to the leader of these Kryvat. In the next five years The sons of Braveguard were strong enough to leave their mountains and raid and pillage villages and even towns in their path, this is were the rift between Korrith and Vegathok began, Korrith hated how Vegathok would have every plan be Mindless charges and reckless attacking which created many Goliath causalities. Once Korrith reached the age of twenty-five he had enough.
After conquering a large town and slowly beginning the pillage and razing of it Korrith confronted Vegathok, they argued for what seemed like ages before the herd before finally combat ensued. The battle was close and took quite awhile but Vegathok Braveguard was a terrifying warrior with his signiture weapon, his scythe. Korrith lost and as punishment he had lost his rank and was tied to a tree in the local forest, bleeding from all the deep gashes across his torso. However a miracle came to Korrith in the form of a slender elven girl, korrith was carried to what looked like a village deep in the woods and healed slowly. In the two weeks of his recovery he learned of his saviors, they were the circle of The Withering Stalk, a group of druids hidden away. they loved nature and always strives to heal it from death and the necromantic powers. after the two weeks Korrith asked, some say demanded, to join these fellow druids. That is when he first had the honor to meet the spirit of the emerald oak which this circle of druids swore to protect. The spirit of the tree was a Arch-Fey that went by the name Ivella and she welcomed Korrith to the circle. Korrith then took the name Korrith Witherstalk and spent the next two years Living in peace with his druid comrades...That is until they arrived.
A large group of invaders entered the withering stalks domain and to Korrith's Horror it was his old herd, the Sons of Braveguard. Using his knowledge of war and the herd's tactics Korrith gathered his fellow druids and started a guerrilla style warfare against the herd, this was Korrith's forest, his home now, and he was not going to let t fall without a fight. After two months of fighting the herd finally descending onto the village, burning most of it to the ground. During the fighting Korrith once again clashed with vegathok and after spending a few years training his druidic powers Korrith and bested Vegathok, Korrith almost landed the fatal blow but the new appointed leader f the Kryvat stooped him, splashing acidic poison into his face. the herd retreated to regroup and the circle of the withering stalk was left with half of their manpower remaining. Rushing to the emerald oak half of it had severe burning and the arch fey was left in a critical state. Korrith and the other druids tried healing the spirit but it wasn't enough. Ivella was going to pass her life force into a seed so she could be reborn and replanted elsewhere which would make her lose her memory and powers for quite some time. but before she did that she rewarded korrith with a gift, she crafted out of the living half of the tree a set of armor for korrith, commending him for saving those he did. He wore the mask and armor with pride and in the cover of the night escaped with the seed and the remaining driuds to plant Ivella and the emerald Oak somewhere safe. They found refuge in the old High Forest where they remain safe within nature.
Feeling his debt to the circle is repaid Korrith says farewell to his new friends and goes off to find his place in the world, with his past and upbringings of a warrior with the newfound knowledge from his time with the druids he travels forward to see what lies in store with him
Age 21
Black scales
blue eyes
Lorrash was born in a peaceful town in the center of a valley, it was mainly farmland with a major part of the population being dragon-born. The town of Mythstrand never had a major problem within it's walls and always had bountiful harvests and trade. However, what festered under the surface was tension, prejudice and paranoia between the dragonborn. The metallic colored dragonborn saw themselves as good noble folk and considered the chromatic colored dragonborn to be as greedy and feral as their dragon ancestors. The chromatic's opinion on metallics weren't any better. Lorrash and his family were chromatic, him and his father black scaled and his mother and older sister white. When they were little hatchlings this tension was never relevant. One day in the early morning a large symbol of the dragon Tiamat nailed to the town chapel doors. In the months that followed chaos ensued as neighbor turned against neighbors, metallics prosecuting the chromatics which resulted in numerous skirmishes across the town. After the end of a long eight months of infighting the town was in ruins and almost all of the populace dead. Lorrash and his sister were one of the few to remain alive, his sister barely so. Her dying words as she succumbed to wounds was that she was the Tiamat worshiper. She had smiled as she stated her reason, to show how terrible metallic dragons truly were with their pride and honor. And with that. . .Lorrash was left a lone survivor of the once beautiful town of Mythstrand.
He was only sixteen and even though he was fully matured on a physical level he had not gained enough experience in the world to live on his own. As dusk fell upon the valley a caravan came to offer support and aid to the chromatic survivors of the town. All wearing the sign of Tiamat, perhaps some would resent that goddess and her cult. . .At a time like this Lorrash accepted the cult fully. He spent years in the cult service, growing into a fierce bulwark against the enemies of Tiamat. After a long military successful career Lorrash finally met his biggest challenge. An old temple of the cult had been taken over by followers of the demon Mammon and Lorrash was tasked with taking it back using the small army he has trained and gathered for years. The siege was bloody to put it lightly, even his elites were being melted away by the various forces of Mammon. Mammn's servants were numerous as if a horde, not just of men but of Beholders and even illithid! Him and his men over the span of two months breached the gates of this temple and to the throne room. The cleric of the cult and a handful of his men were all that stood in the way of victory. The last thing Lorrash expected from this cleric. . .Was his bodyguard. This demon had flanked Lorrash and his personal squad, blocking off the exit. It was covered in barbs and its long claws already dripping in blood. Hamatula. . . . A barbed devil straight out of hell. Lorrash raised his shield and ordered his men to slay the cleric and the remaining cultists while he held back the demon. His froze in his tracks as the beast spoke draconic, not aloud but in his very mind. That short tale of torture and torment the Hamatula told was enough to make the scales on Larrash's hide quake as his men finished off the cleric. It. . .happened so fast. . .One by one his men fell to the quick strikes from the demon, sure he took many blows from maces, spears and blades but it wasn't enough. In the end it was only Lorrash and this (Now exhausted) Hamatula left. The demon laughed, that damn laugh. . .Lorrash felt anger, guilt and shame wash over him and with a god almighty roar he charged the demon. Claws, blade, acid and tails moved around like a blurred tornado as the duel raged on and in the end Lorrash stood alive and victorious. This shitty temple was conquered. The once proud bulwark couldn't be with the cult anymore, his faith was shaken beyond repair and he went on to find a truth he never knew. "Am I wrong?"
Jasper Kliene Vandred (Fantasy setting)
Age 29
Human
Jasper Vandred, the carefree fool of Bestipar. He was born into a wealthy family that was a subsidiary to one of the many merchant guilds. Their family bloodlines traced back to the nobility that ran the city before it became what it is today. His parents never forced him to live a certain way, they provided nothing but care and education. Jasper was always grateful and actually excelled at his studies and at the art of fencing.His siblings got along with him despite his knack for shirking responsibilities. His twin, Scylla was skilled with a blade and with a little help from Jasper soon became skilled in trade. With Jasper having no desire to inherit the business in anyway his sister would become the next heir. His brother Alistair always had his nose into a book or two, loving both fact and myth alike. He always wanted to study in the grand city of Topton and Jasper may of teased him for it but encouraged such a dream.The youngest of the family was Deliah,a beaming ray of sunshine no matter the time or place. She simply wanted to see the celestial beast in person. Gambling, brawls, women and wine. All things Jasper days were filled with until it all came back to bite him.
The life Jasper lived always left behind a trail of consequences and those who would be crossed with him. One of these persons would start a malicious ploy to get back at the young noble. They went for his family instead of Jasper himself. Delilah grew ill one day and not a single doctor in Bestipar could find a cure, all they could decipher was it was poison not a disease. This poison was rare and not cheap to produce and the only one who could make the antidote was the poison maker himself. Jasper had little time and even fewer clues, he spent every favor, every connection and almost all of his personal gold in search of the scum that poisoned Delilah. He only had one week until the date the doctors claimed Delilah would pass on, she had only just turned ten. Jasper, after four days of tearing through lead after lead finally found his mark. Hidden in plain sight was a tea shop, The Emerald Leaf. It was a shop run by a secretive gang for years and their main line of work making poisons as much as they brewed tea. Jasper tossed caution to the wind as he barged into the den of snakes. The gang was a small unruly lot, unaccustomed to fighting face to face. They were torn like paper as the trained Jasper fought through them towards the poison maker. The two men fought fiercely, as if wolves were claiming scraps. Jasper stood victorious in the end and was rewarded with the antidote he desired. Anger filled his being and without a word his ran his rapier through the wounded poisonmaker, killing him in cold blood. By the end of the day his sister was cured and safe from harm, but Jasper was more disgusted than relieved. The grim reality struck him, it was all his fault this happened. All those deaths were by his hand and he could not be happy about that. From that day onward Jasper started to work more actively for the guild his family was apart of in hopes of becoming someone better. He spent most of his time out on the road than at his home, forever worried his actions would cause another act of harm to his family. Fate is a fickle thing and jasper wanted nothing more than to take it into his own hands.
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