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Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

I like the CS but I don't think I've gotten the PM yet. I do have a couple ideas though to incorporate. Actually, I'll wait for your first post to add mine. That way I can add some exposition that'll bring your backstory in. Thanks!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Hey Deja, I'm down with having Quinn involved in some way with your character's backstory. Hopefully this can help you patch it all together! Expect a post from me by tomorrow night!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Whew! Almost moved into my new place! I'll be able to post regularly by the next couple days! Looking good, everyone!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Ok solid, managed to get my post up. I'll be on the road again today so if there's anything that needs to change/be added, let me know!!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

"Quinn, I'm not sure if this will reach you in time, but you must come home to Bosfyrd. A squad of soldiers just arrived in town. They bore no sigil nor brandished any orders or advertisement for work. Yet they are well armed and carry themselves with a purpose. I fear that they may be here for reasons related to the Revolt. Worse still, they ask about your father to all the merchants that stop by the town and every shop they visit. I sold them a hogpiss yarn about the old man visiting Orayn to trade pelts for rare elf-grown fruits but I'd eat my bandanna if they believed me. I know you took your leave of Brand years ago but perhaps it would be time for a visit, aye?" With a barely audible sigh, the elf carefully refolded the letter and stowed it away in one of his belt's spare pouches. The news of his adoptive father's death had come almost on the heels of that first; postage between villages was still slow and primitive next to word of mouth and loose tongued travelers. Meena's letter was hastily scrawled; her normally impeccable writing jagged and oddly pressured but still noticeably hers. The raven haired merchant was a regular sight in Bosfyrd as well as one of Quinn's oldest friends. They were close, maybe closer than just friends, and the elf trusted her word equally next to his siblings' and almost as much as his father's. If she had any qualms about these newcomers, it was most definitely something to check in on. A bump in the dirt road jerked the ranger forward from his seat in the back of the wagon. "Sorry about that one. Damn roots sticking out of the ground always tripping up my wheels." Came the low growl from the front. Hammet, the merchant wagon driver Quinn secured transportation with, was a stocky grey whiskered fellow who, in his own opinion, was the finest purveyor of fine wines and craft brews. However he also had the temperament to match his product's strength. Through some lucky happenstance, Quinn was able to persuade the squat human to give him a lift to Bosfyrd in exchange for hunting down dinner/protection on the road. Still, the merchant's usually terse demeanor interrupted by occasional bouts of cursing and growling, led the elf to wonder if this merchant ever actually managed to sell anything. I guess it doesn't matter how crotchety the seller is as long as the stuff is top shelf... "Oh it's no problem at all," Quinn cheerfully replied, rubbing his slightly whiplash strained neck, "we should be getting close to the village now." The two men exchanged looks as the dual horse drawn covered wagon rounded the last bend in the road before Bosfyrd's outlying homes. The elf reached behind the wagon's bench style front seats, checking to see that his dark green ranger cloak, weapon harness, quiver, bow and sword were all still bundled safe and sound. In their place, he wore a noticeably elf made crimson traveling cloak and brown tunic. If Brand indeed was the target of the soldiers now inside the town, as well as the scrutiny that being a target came with, it was best to appear a complete third party to the situation. The ranger had even gone through the trouble of buying a couple small casks of mid tier elven brandy to better pass on the idea of being a liquor peddler. As the pair neared the town proper, the precaution for a disguise was proven well founded. "Sorry, boys," Hammet rumbled as a pair of guards came forward to inspect their shipment and papers. "I'd love to sell ya lads some brews but it seems you're on duty." Quinn's quick eyes didn't miss the looks exchanged and it took a measurable amount of control to not smirk. The elf recalled a conversation he had with the merchant a couple days prior. As merchants go, you have two options for getting through security without hassle: coin or other goods. If you can afford the hit (and as a merchant, not entirely likely) go for the coin. On the other hand if you have something security wants, give them some of what you're selling, trumped up of course. "But it is difficult to sell this higher end stuff, aged beautifully in maple barrels, but no one seems to want it..." ever the salesman, Hammet held aloft a decent but altogether not higher end bottle of liquor. With a shrewd look from under a pair of bushy brows, the human shrugged and offered the bottle to the guards. "Eh...sod it - take it of my hands!" Without further harassment, the two travelers moved on, their former interrogators passing the bottle between themselves. "It's all about two things, lad." Hammet later said once out of earshot. "That you can polish a piece of horse dung and that the poor sod that buys it can't tell two and two before you leave." That was probably the first time Quinn ever saw the old man crack a grin, much less the toothy smile he was sporting that second. As the wagon came to a stop before the Scuffed Boots, Hammet clasped the elf on the shoulder. "Thanks again for all the help on the road, kid, and..." he added the last in a whisper, "...sorry about Brand. He was a good man." Quinn nodded, smiled, and stepped down from the wagon to busy himself with helping Hammet unload the kegs and crates that was the Boots' standard liquor order. Once finished and inside the homely tavern, Quinn took his leave from Hammet and took a seat at the bar with his bundle of ranger gear leaned against his stool. He sipped twice from the pint of dark stout set before him and took a minute to look around the half full living room. Even with the decidedly traditional elven garb, some of the townsfolk recognized him but were cognizant enough to not make a scene. The archer caught sight of his true target though. With an air of confidence and an arm cradling one of the unopened casks, Quinn first approached a handful of other tables offering his ware, even pouring out a shot or three, and finally coming to a stop at his two seated siblings. "Gentlemen, you both look equal parts well traveled and richly experienced." He laid the small wooden cask on the table between his adoptive brothers and sat himself down in an empty chair. "Perhaps this will interest you, the finest elven brandy from beyond the Nightwood."

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

I'll be on the road for most of today. Expect a post tonight or more likely tomorrow!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

First post looks great! This is going to be fun! A couple questions before I post though. Is Dunstan the barkeep or is he the owner of the Scuffed Boots, or both? Just wanted to clear a couple things up so I can be consistent with what you've posted already. Thanks!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Ok, character sheet all set. Let me know if there's anything I need to change or add. Looking forward to this!

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Quinn

Name: Quinn Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Elf Physical Description:

Quinn stands at a lanky five feet, seven inches with a toned, athletic build. He has black close cropped hair and brown almond shaped eyes, accompanied by a sharp jaw line ending in a pointed, hairless chin. For clothing, he has two outfits: a travel and casual setup. For travel, Quinn dons a dark green, hooded cloak over a charcoal surcoat (usually with hood pulled forward to cover the distinctive pointed ears) grey short sleeved shirt, and black slacks. The cloak has various slits cut into the fabric that allows his weapon harness to be strapped on. Casually, he wears a light blue tunic and black slacks. At all times the elf wears brown soft boots and leather fingerless gauntlets. When combat is assured, Quinn dons a metal breastplate or chainmail when available.

Skillset:

Brand of the Nightwood instilled in Quinn an innate will to live. This shows in the ranger's tactics and selection of clothing. The elf's style of close combat is at all times a combination of human adaptation and elven tradition: engaging the enemy with unflappable poise and surprising improvisation. From Brand, Quinn learned the skills necessary to move quietly, track and hunt his quarry, as well as adjust to whatever situation he found himself in. He is an impressive shot, skill born from constant drilling under Brand's tutelage. Additionally, whenever Quinn found himself on the receiving end of a crowd, a quick tune on the panpipe usually appeases long enough for professional help to arrive. While not particularly experienced in magic, the young elf has received rudimentary training in the art. He can reliably perform some basic cantrips though it would be years before any real skill manifested.

History:

Quinn's birth to elven parents was marred by their farm's destruction by marauders. In desperation, the dying father left his infant son as well as his family's weapon on the borders of Bosfyrd, in the hopes of a better life. Brand of the Nightwood took the child in and named him in the manner of men. Without that initial aid and care, Quinn would have surely perished due to exposure or worse still. What followed were years of training and growing within Bosfyrd's borders. Brand taught the young elf how to survive, how to defend himself from dangers, and finally how to appreciate what life had to offer. The elf grew to know, love, and rely on his adoptive father and fellow orphans, knowing only that his elven heritage had to be explained at some point. Throughout those years the orphan would ask about his heritage and parents, each time the question gently pushed aside by the woodsman until the age of fifteen. There, while constructing his composite bow, Brand revealed the circumstances of their meeting. Now armed with the knowledge of what happened Quinn understood why he was being trained. It wasn't for revenge; it was so that he wouldn't share the same fate. He spent the next five years completing his training under Brand and eventually became a hunter and protector of Bosfyrd in his own right. Son and adoptive father frequently went on rangings into the wild, most frequently returning with food but other times with an odd story or two. At the age of twenty-two, Quinn decided it was time to finally see the world find his people. So he took his gear and his leave of Brand and struck out on the road. Before leaving however the grizzled woodsman made one more revelation to his son. A small note, written by Quinn's mother, hidden from the young elf at the parent's letter's request, showed the location of their next of kin. The note went on, instructing Quinn to see and go to his relatives only when he was ready and grown. Quinn spent five years on the road and with his biological aunt and uncle, Wen and Dirin. There in the elven village of Orayn he was able to reconcile his lost roots. He learned a variety of instruments, was taught the very basic first steps of weaving natural magic together into spells, further honed his hunting and combat skills, and eventually settled into the profession he was most suited for: ranger, protector, and woodsman. It was a second home, learning about the elven people, culture, and customs was a welcome respite from the nagging thought of being without a past. While there, news spread of the Baron's Revolt, though the war thankfully didn't. Quinn remained close the village during this time, more than aware that war breeds an increase in bandit attacks. After the Revolt ended, word reached him detailing Brand's last defense. Out of duty and more importantly out of love for the man who raised him as his own, Quinn resigned his position as one of Orayn's rangers and made arrangements to return to Bosfyrd. Questions needed to be answered and the other orphans still at Brand's home needed watching over. As he left for home, the elf wondered inwardly if his brothers and sisters would also return.

Psychological Profile:

Quinn's mindset is all about the path of least resistance. This shouldn't be taken as laziness, though. This elf is all about efficiency rather than aestheticism. Perhaps it was Brand's influence early on as Quinn has made it a personal value to always carry himself not just with poise and honor but also with professionalism that belies his trade. When faced with a new problem, he can deduce the correct action but also takes the time to determine alternate routes to victory. Overall, Quinn has a very pleasant and friendly personality, again against the grain of the grizzled ranger stereotype he has found himself grown into. Why appear aloof when you can let others offer their services and save yourself the trouble? These values he gained by learning from Brand and he emulates that giving nature every day. With that being said, by elf standards, Quinn is still a child though his demeanor and experiences might suggest otherwise.

Equipment:

• Shortbow - To better hunt and survive in the wild, Quinn opted for a smaller ranged weapon. Its range and penetrative properties might not be a match for a longbow but its versatility and practicality compensate twice over. It's construction is composite, using yew wood laminated to animal bone.
• Elven Curve Blade "Reaver"- The very same weapon the infant Quinn had in his possession upon being delivered to Brand. To this day, the nimble archer regards it as a family heirloom. When pressed into close quarters Quinn makes use of the two handed weapon's reach, as well as the fluid motions and footwork required to wield it, to his advantage. As a result, the elf looks as if he's dancing, raining blows on the opponent from as many directions as possible.
• Weapon Harness/Quiver, Belt and Pouches - A leather and metal contraption fashioned by Quinn with Brand's help. It is an all in one style setup that allows the archer to retrieve arrows from the quiver extending from his right shoulder and draw the Curve Blade from his left shoulder. A wide strap that crosses his chest from left shoulder to right hip contains various pouches that hold other items. Finally, a belt across Quinn's waist carries a small paring knife for cleaning kills and additional pouches for storage. Two buckles fastens the Harness together, one for keeping the weapon sheathes attached and one more for allowing the quiver to be detached separately.
• Flint and Steel - Kept dry and safe in one of the Harness' pouches.
• Hempen Rope - Fifty feet coiled tightly and stored with Quinn's blanket.
• Whetstone - Kept dry and safe in one of the Harness' pouches.
• Blanket - A thick wool variant for use during the winter usually rolled up and strapped to the Harness when Quinn is on the road.
• Waterskin - Capped via a cork and held aloft using a leather strap over Quinn's right shoulder.
• Panpipe - Wind instrument, carried in a pouch on Quinn's belt. Useful for passing the time or entertaining guests.

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Agreed with ^^^^ This looks interesting and I'd be so down to join in!