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Geliard and Amiri were the brother/sister pair in search of Geliard's family, who had been stolen by a noble whom Amiri had castrated as he tried to rape her, who then kidnapped their family in revenge. His sheet can be found on page 14, if I recall correctly. Did they ever find their family? Did the noble get what he deserved. Please know that Geliard wouldn't let him die slowly, and his cruel torture of the villain may haunt him for the rest of his life. Either that, or his dies heroically as Amiri escapes with their family, or vice versa.

I noticed your introduction page, and thought it might have been you, but was unsure.

This "Core" is new to me, but it gives me the opportunity to increase the corrupted look of Reiko.

The 'Core' Is new to everyone, I Personaly saw no, Overall goal. It was more of a "Ok so you are fighting random thing, and you are trying to do something random" Like there was no, Grand reason they were doing. It was like only side quests. In this there will be side quests for gold or armor or a diffrent reward, but those won't be all of the events.
Like, Rieko will probly want his Immortality back, but will have to find the new Core, while Tyranic will try to wipe out the core, by say using an artifact or spell to make sure it stays dead, Old ritual anyone?

Sadly I can't think of a way Amiri or geliard will survive to be old enough to be well enough to fight, so new characters (Children? Grand children? Etc, unless you want a new character which anybody can choose and write their own back story and goal i am not, however binding anybody, to this goal, it is more of ' I would expect your characters to take this goal')

Geliard And Amiri
The Duos quest was completed, about halfway. THe family was found.The noble was found. Exept there was a problem. The family was burned to death as Amiri tried to enter the keep. Turns out, the noble tricked them into believing if they helped defend from a marauder attack, he would let them go, just without any of their treasure. They thought by chaining themselves across the gate they could keep them out. The noble had the key. The familys screams fueled a previously unfelt. The Noble Watched in delight as the family screamed, and cryed realizng they had been tricked. Geliard led the way, anhilating all gaurd in his path, and even the servents and slaves(Other than the famly but they are charred corpses) when Amiri's time came, she couldn't do it. The man was weak. When she Turned her head to ask Geliard to burn him (Inquisitor style so he had the most painful death) he lunged, digging a hiddin' dagger deep into the gnolls throat. Geliard proceded to knock him unconcious with his bare hands, position him on a stake and light him on fire. He also left daggers in his main arterys, very pain full, but as long as they plugged he would survive. With no family left Geliard roamed as a killer,freeing slaves and killing the rich who stood laughing. Only when he came upon a caring noble( Ha ironic) did he end his rampage and marry her. He killed himself when she died 14 months after marrige with 2 kids , who also became sick with a plauge so sick, not even the highest level of mages and paladins could cure them. He was found with his wrists slit in his bed.

Damn, that was depressing, but that could be worked with. Hmm, I could play the child of the Crimson Wanderer.

Anyone Mind if the characters who have backgrounds start? Ie me???

Crimson Wanderer? Who is that?( Im not saying no im just making notes for intros atm)

Tyranic Marta wrote:Anyone Mind if the characters who have backgrounds start? Ie me???

If you and KArski want to start you can.

I presume Geliard would gain some kind of dark title for slaughtering slave-owning nobles, hence the name 'Crimson Wanderer.'

As i thought, but you never know( Maybe something I missed in the rp)
Hmmmm. A child of the noble wife, or maybe a one night stand with a freed slave or something.

It could work.

There would be a major backlash in the noble courts, as being married to a murderous abolitionist makes you few friends.

Oh, which nation was she from? Or is that up to me?

You may choose, oh and the Noble( Should have added this) was in a remote mountains, her only true friends were her 'Workers' who came from a nearby village. SHe fed them and allowed them shelter from the beasts outside( Bad village) so the plauge she died from, killed her family. She was infected the whole time, she just refrained from telling Geliard( She could have saved alot of heartache) but two( YOu could be the third) of the kids died of the cold and sickness.

Ah, so a frontier noble not really involved with the politics of the Courts, okay, that makes sense. And whatever happened to Amiri?

Err, the noble stabbed her in the throat, she died in under a minute.

You said the gnoll was stabbed in the throat, I presume that was a typo? Alright then, I can work with that.

Vita woke in a cold sweat. It had been years seen he had seen that. his horse Purity being ripped to shreds buy the licto Daemon. He shuddered and rolled over his hand brushing against the back of the human woman lying with her back to him. he smiled gently and caressed her shoulders through her nightgown as she slept.

Still smiling he slowly got out of his bedd scratching his neck he began to head down to the river to get ready for the day. He knew that Ilya slept late. And he always had breakfast ready. He had gotten down to the river and was collecting water into a pair of pails before washing up when he heard a rustling sound in the snow covered trees.

His eyes flicked up to see a pair of ravens looking down at him, one with an albino beak. He stared the ravens down, he knew whos they were. Jambo was fond of keeping an Eye on his protegee. Vita finished washing and headed back to the house he and Ilya shared. The single story cottage was about as far as you could get from his ansestral home but he diddnt care. He diddnt feel like a Marta these days anyway. The blood wasnt with him anymore.

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The day wore on slowly with Vita working on the ringmail he had decided to make for his sons manhood ceremony. He still had several years to produce the armour but he was lavishing all of his skill into the chain and plate mail armour.
the repeditive sounds of his hammer striking the steel was always soothing for Vita. He had learned young that steel was his closest friend. Normally unyielding and hard but with the proper care and devotion could be molded to fit any ideal.

He stopped once he had finished the right pauldron. The plate armour was nearly done the chain could take months. He headed back inside for lunch where he found Ilya sitting in a corner reading a story to thier son. His fair haired son was named Lucian after his grandfather, he was sitting on his wifes lap watching the enchanted pictures of a Daemon and a knight in shining white plate fight as his Ilya read him the words. The 8 year old boy was filling out but still was young at heart. At soul. But sometimes his mind was very very old. The product of the harsh training regimine of the Abrantians and his heritage. Vita was not exactly a soft old man and he and his son would frequently trek up into the mountains surrounding their home. Ilya however was a soft caring woman who would do anything for the men in her life.

Vita strode over to the pair and sat next to his wife, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest as they read the story to thier son.

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Vita was in full armour, it had been a long time since he had worn the Adamantine alloy Plate armour but it still was like a second skin to him. His twin swords were sheathed behind each shoulder and his hands were resting on Lucians shoulders. His son was no longer a boy, and at 21 he was about to go through his manhood ceremony. The time when he would be a true knight of Abrantias. Vita couldnt be more proud but there was a touch of sadness in his heart. Ilya would never see this day. She had died in childbirth 4 years ago and left Vita to raise a daughter and a son. the 4 year old girl Iris was hugging the chest of her fathers mentor and personal priest. Jambo. The old man was to old to be a part of the ceremonies anymore and he was grateful to be able to participate in his Protegee's sons ceremony, even if it was only as a babysitter.

Vita pushed his son forwards gently as his name was called and the armour and sword Vita had made for him were given to him and a single cut was traced along the young mans jaw. The sign of a full blooded Abrantian knight.

Vita couldnt be more proud

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Vita was broken. Iris had been struck down buy an illness caught near the wastelands. He was kneeling next to her bed in his full armour at 45 his 23 yearold son beside him, tears dripping from the faceplate of the young mans helmet. Vita knew he couldnt return to this place. With so many harsh memories the house would be his daughters funeral pire.

As the two men mounted thier Abrantian horses and rode away from the burning house Vita closed his eyes and recited a vow under his breath. A vow that would shape his life to come.


(I aged him a bit)

( FIne by me, he is your character)
@Mordo. Wait... Geliard and Amiri were not Gnolls?
Feth, yes it was a big typo.

Thinking of playing a warrior, the son of the Crimson Wanderer who cannot find a purpose to his life, and travels the world as a wandering sellsword. Somehow, I see he and Vita getting along just fine, as they are both well-accustomed with tragedy.

Hmmmmmm
I could see this. Yes. Event forming.
Ok. The quicker You post the Char Sheet the better. I am going to modify it though, and repost it. Im going to do that now.

I'll see if I can get it up tomorrow, frightfully tired at the moment. " I am going to modify it though, and repost it. Im going to do that now." What are you going to modify and change right now?

Character Creation, going to add a few things

actually after doing some roleplaying in the basement i felt i could do a sceond swing at this but it seems that the time i didn't check dakka someone brought it back so im good.

Sorry Distracted by ogrynheads pm or whatever his name is

Name-
Apperance- (Keep in mind a 6'4 person was rare)
Personality-
View Of The Core- Do you want it dead and gone, or do you want to serve it.( More on the 'Core' In a bit) Neutral is an accetable answear
Experiance With Battle-
Age-
Relatives-
Occupation-
Mount- Not required( Keep in mind you cant ride anything)
Fear-
Addiction- Alchohal, Tobacco, potions, or maybe skins and killing
Race-
Class-
Place of Birth-
Life Story-
Equipment- (All melee classes start with basic melee weapons, ranged begin with a single ranged weapon and a quiver of arrows, stealth classes begin with a pair of daggers, and all magic classes (arcane and divine) begin with robes and a quarterstaff. Everyone begins with light armor, except the melee classes, which begin with medium armor with the exception of barbarians, which begin with light armor like everyone.)

Added a bit, mainly optional things.

shroud010 wrote:actually after doing some roleplaying in the basement i felt i could do a sceond swing at this but it seems that the time i didn't check dakka someone brought it back so im good.

You should join

back to page.... 10? to find my char....

(called it XD)

Name- Vita Cruor

Race- Human - Abrantian

Class- Knight

View of the Core- The unholy monstrosity must be destoryed

Fear- Loss. Vita Has lost to much in his long life and it has become one of his vices, the fear of losing his son.

Addiction- N/A

Experience with battle- 100 years

Age- In his new body, 45, total, 130

Relatives- None living, But he has a son named Lucian

Occupation- Knight of Abrantias

Mount- Honour, Pureblooded Abrantian Mare.

Place of Birth- Abrantias A place hidden by a mountain range at the far north of the world. The Knights of Abrantias travel far and wide seeking to aid the men and women of the world and save them, or help them save themselves, against the darkness of the deathlands. The source of Necromancy.

Life Story- Tyranic Like all Abrantians began life simply, but like all Abrantians was born into a household of Honour and trust. And so he grew up in comfort, not harshness, training himself to become the best there is. He befrended a young traveller by the name of Ludias and the pair of them fought one anouther when they sparred, trained one with anouther and encouraged the other to reach the pinaccle of his abilities. Soon they were hunting in the mountains killing goblins, Orks, Trolls, anything that stood in their way. Ludias was the son of a trader, who abandoned Ludias into the care of Tyranic's perants. So the pair grew up as brothers but Ludias was never privy to the same rights a s a Blooded Abrantian. This diddnt bother him in the slightest because of the trust that they all showed him. It had nothing to do with them not liking him. It was simply old magic that couldnt be broken. Ludais accepted this and began to live in the mountains when he was older. It was here that Tyranic would often go to train and soon he hardly came back. The Abrantians saw the benifits of Allowing Tyranic to train high up in the mountains. It would inure him to the hardships of the world. And so when he killed his first orc. High up in the Gaia's ring mountains he had noone around him but his Friend. And so they bonded more closley with every passing victory. Thus when Tyranic's 18th Birthday rolled around and he was a perfect specimen of what a Abrantian should be, he was more than ready, because of the companionship of Ludias. He was Strong, Brave and more to the point, ready to step out into the harshness beyond the mountains. He and his Surrogate Brother were given Armour, true weapons and Horses. They trekked out of the mountains for many months. They knew them better than anyone but even for them the journey was difficult. This was a test of the Abrantians, anyone who was not able to beat the elements should not try to beat death. Eventually they reached the foothills around the mountains and waiting for them was a city. The City of the Freetrade Abrantians. Here warriors would come to learn about what the Abrantian goal was. To protect Uriah from the evils of the Deathlands. The source of Necromantic magic. Tyranic trained Long and HArd in the banishment of Undead and even in the fighting of Daemons. Soon he was a formidable warrior, his light plate armour was covered in runes detailing his life and his knights helm had a lateral crest, sweeping from one ear to the other over the top of his skull. The Crest was made of Steel and was etched with a single rune. That of the Destroyer. An Ancient Deity who Tyranic had dedicated his Martial life to. The Destruction of all that stood in the way of the light.

At his 30th yeah Tyranic And Ludias were more than ready to leave the City of Freetrade Abranitans. Known as Mountains edge. While Tyranic had been training for his role as a Knight Ludias had taken on a slightly different profession. That of a mercanary. He had trained himself in the use of The heaviest of Armours and in the use of great Maces and crossbows. He was a force to be reckoned with wielding his now trademark twin Spire Maces. Ludias had however become darker than his friend. His soul slowly being currupted by the darkness that only Abrantians could resist this close to the roof of the world. Tyranic knew this and soon he was forced to perform and Exorcism on Ludias's soul. It lasted years, the two of them locked in a silent battle of wills. Their fire had died out long ago and their horses Fled. The two were sustained not by food but by the energy of the other. Ludias knew that he had to be purged and he willingly accepted the Exorcism. The two became a pilgramige for the holy knights of the Abrantian Order. The ultimate act of Penace to find these two warriors amidst the cold wastes of the world.

In Tyranics 45th Year he appeared back in the circle of Knights sweeping Uriah helping the innocent. Many asked him where his freind was but he would not answer.

After 100 years of existance Tyranic finally died in his sleep, but was Reincarnated immediatly afterwards with his memories intact. He was named Vita Cruor. He fell in love with a girl as he grew up and eventually the pair married. Ilya bore him a son and a daughter. However she died in childbirth when Iris (his daughter) was born and Iris died aged six from the deathtouch.


Appearance/Attitude/Mood/Mannerisms: Tyranic has pure white hair, a the genetic fallout from living in the place that sees the most snowfall in Uriah. His ancestors ong ago having evolved the colouration for stealth in the snowy wastes. His ice blue eyes and pale skin make him look almost wraithlike but his heart is as pure as moutain water. He is a quiet man who speaks with a soft tone of voice and only when he feels the need to speakhis mind on matters that require his attention. He is a natural leader this coming from his upbringing and dislikes taking orders from others not his superior in his Order.

He has a powerful Physique this being required to wear the plate armour that he now bears. This armour is ornate while still practical, a throwback to the Times when Abrantians were more aristocrat than warrior. His armour has been designed with the specific purpose of resisting the attacks that undead seem to favour, heavy armour piercing blows. Thus his armour is actually two layers of Starlight Steel. that link togethr and are very difficult to pierce. The runes adorning his armour are purely decorative but indeed make him an intimidating foe. His Helm adds to this effect with the crest adorning it and the faceless visage that it is. Many will run in fear before attacking the Massive knight.

His Bastard sword is about 4 1/2 feet long with a long handle and an ornate crossguard shaped like the wings of a mountain Eagle. Theat arch up towards the blade. His Gothic Shield is a strong triangel adorned with yet more runes, but these are of warding against magic and necromancy. His body itself is scarred with runes and engravings etched by the priests and clerics of his order and it can resist more magic than an ordainary human should be able to.

Equipment- Pair of bastard swords, Plate Armour

Name- Reiko

Appearance-

Personality- Quiet, calm, reserved.

View Of The Core- Sealed. Power like that cannot be destroyed, he thinks.

Experience With Battle- High. 75 years of power has made him extremely knowledgeable in tactics, though his power is back to mortal standards. He is now much faster and more agile, though still extremely strong. He forgoes heavy armor in favor of moving with his speed faster than some rouges could.

Age- 86

Relatives- None

Occupation- Redeemed Black Knight

Mount- N/A

Fear- Core: He believes that when he reaches the core, he will be tempted to take it again.

Addiction- Evil: The powers of darkness have not stopped beckoning to him.

Race- Human

Class- Knight

Place of Birth- Lost Church

Life Story- (Page 13) After the Core's power left him, Reiko began to feel bitter, and reclused for a year to meditate. When he came out, he had turned his back on the dark powers, instead following neutral path. People around him are still wary, as he is still hated for his 74 year rampage. Recently, he has the urge to start a family. His only regret is how stereotypical this is.

Equipment- Enchanted Zweihander (Wounds take longer to heal and bleed worse.), Shield, Helm.

we should meet up