Jerkchicken

The Legend of Zelda: Valorbrand Chronicles

Well good to know the style isn't exclusive to them.

Anyway, while I'm aware that learning new styles is just meet the stat requirements, I also figured you want some explanation within the fiction as how it was acquired. So, I figured the best way would be to wait for like more suitable styles to pop along with an opportunity to go, "Hey, my character is seeking instruction in it."

I'm also rather curious about the math works with these stats. One thing that would be nice is having an explanation for each level on a stat. I can infer some ideas of competency per level a bit. But it would be better for it to be explicitly explained. Like saying 1 means average or unskilled and like 4 being skilled or something like that.

Going back to styles, I'm actually kind of curious to just how impaired a character would be without a style. Although for the sake of testing your material, I'll pick something. Still, I want to see how a character fares with only rolls and the free techs.

Also, I wonder what everyone else is planning on making. Would it be alright if characters might know each other beforehand?

The Legend of Zelda: Valorbrand Chronicles

@Sho Minazuki

My apologies, I didn't mean to imply he had some fame for his skill with the weapon. Rather that he acquired enough skill gain some begrudging respect as he continued his training.

Regarding combat styles I skipped over it for like the following reasons: My own experience with tabletop rpgs has me wanting to have a slightly more balanced spread, over committing into a single stat for qualifying for a style. Because of that I felt that Hylian knight style wasn't worth it as a dedicated spear user as there's really one strider stance move, I'd use. Now sure there's Zoran Fencing, but I got the impression it would be an exotic style for a non-zora character and honestly, I had no idea how to justify the character learning it. I figured grabbing those loose techs would serve me well until there's a situation to learn something better.

The Legend of Zelda: Valorbrand Chronicles

I like spears

Name:Ghent Dorvos
Age: 28
Gender: M
Race: Hylander

Personality:
Having grown up in the relatively austere highlands, has given him an appreciation for the leisurely things in life. He enjoys hanging out, having drinks, and enjoying himself. Perhaps he overindulges to being a slacker, however he's still diligent about his training and whatever else he deems important to put effort into.

Biography: Growing up in the Highlands he took to both the martial and hunting culture of his people. He grew up partaking in hunts using the bow, becoming competent in its usage. However with age he came to favor the usage of the spear and with it, the type of quarry one hunts using a spear. And afterwards some more challenging quarry.

Ghent’s love of the spear would extend to being his weapon of choice. A stark contrast to the stereotype of Highlanders and their love of big, beefy, weapons. It would cause some friction and weird stares. As after all, the tradition had been started in honor of the brave hunter who used such weapons. And Ghent with his spear was going backwards to a simpler and older weapon.

However it only caused him to double down and commit to becoming skilled in it. When he came of age, he left the highlands to wander. The highlands, although being his home, had a certain austerity to him and he craved something more vibrant. It would be Faron that would draw him to relocate there. Its vibrant forests, and those festivals made it feel like home to him.

His enlistment into the Valorbrands would come with the desire to wander again. He had heard news of some bad stuff happening out in the boonies. If it was really true, he would relish in doing some monster hunting much like his people had done so before in their homeland. It might not be the fabled Yeti hunt, but it could be interesting. At the very least it came with a paycheck right?

Independent Traits:

• Warrior’s Birth
• -
• -

STATS
Health: E
Stamina: D
Magic Bar: E

Blessings

Power: - -
Courage: - -
Wisdom: - -

Attributes

Strength: 2
Constitution: 2
Dexterity:4
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 1
Piety: 1

Equipment

Main Weapon: Spear
Off-Hand:
Armor:
Other: First aid kit

Known Arts
Zora Fencing
Vaeraan Royal Spearmanship

Techniques

• Zoran Riposte
• Spin Flourish
• Sharkfang Lunge
• Crashing Wave

Spells N/A

Inventory:
Theme Song: (Optional)

Notes: He's supposed to be a mobile attacker with some elements of the strong attacker. The idea being that makes use of his agility to attack and move around quickly while waiting or creating an opportunity to deliver a punishing blow to his opponent(s). Don't know if it really counts that’s what I’m going for in terms of play style.

The Legend of Zelda: Valorbrand Chronicles

Cool. I got two character concepts in mind. One being a Hylian spear-user of either vanilla or hylander heritage. The other I want to run by you first to see if it jives with like your system and like tone. He's a bird of prey Rito martial artist whose style involves extensive use of his legs to make use his talons.

Video related is basically the inspiration of what I was thinking. Note the guy whose fingers are curled into claws and is tearing up the scenery.

The Legend of Zelda: Valorbrand Chronicles

This looks pretty neat, hopefully you got some space left for more characters. Even if you don't, I'd still like to provide feedback to your system and watch how this plays.

The Five Senses - Second Arc (Accepting New Players!)

Jen

"You said something?" Jen would say as his head stuck out curiously through a door. "Oh man, I really got split from you guys. His voice getting muffled as the door closed and he scurried to meet the group. Another door would open but from a different floor. He would grunt annoyedly and close the door heading back.

Jen was completely unfazed by Tayla's attempted barb. His annoyance was currently focused on this labyrinthian jail and the vexing effects of the divergence it had in getting him lost, among other woes that have plagued him since the group's arrival to this town. Eventually he thought he saw Týfurkh or perhaps one of the biggest guys that worked in the prison that matched his stature. Hey there big guy! Finally glad to get to you guys. I hate walking through this place, and I can't to leave." He said smiling and attempted to give an almost pitifully weak back pat. Which wasn't him trying to be funny, but more of a safety precaution after getting banned from various pubs after multiple door destruction incidents.

The Five Senses - Second Arc (Accepting New Players!)

Name: Jen Gibre/ Dirty Bastard
Gender: m
Sexuality:
Age: Twenties
Home Nation: Taste
Appearance:

Hider

His skin is somewhat brown due to where he grew up as well as his continuous exposure to the outdoors. His
clothes are simple and we'll worn. There is an earthy scent to him. He has several drinking containers on him, mostly gourds.

Bio: The man reffered to as "Dirty Bastard" life is a mystery known only to him and perhaps to people from his past. What is known about him is he hails from the nation of Taste. During his journey he had come to have learned martial arts somewhere in the mountains. He is a wanderer who drifts to wherever the winds dictate.

Personality: He is headstrong and free spirited and enjoys misleading others by appearing to be foolish and being tricky. He can be quite charming, but he's also possesses a fiery temper and a penchant for verbal abuse.

Quirks:
Likes drinking
Likes spicy food

Skills/Magic:
Martial arts:
Drunken boxing: A unarmed fighting style that emulates the staggered, swaying, and unpredictable movements of someone who us drunk. Dirty is also one of the few talented enough to effectively use this while actually drunk.

Dog beating staff technique: A curiously named staff fighting style attributed to a legendary beggar who developed it in after many conflicts in back alleys. Its method of fighting is something intuitive to his nature. Also, he likes using this style more due to the reach and usefulness of using a staff as a weapon.

Brewing: As befitting of his nation of birth, Dirty is a skilled brewer who procures fruits to make simple wines he carries on his body. In spite of the lack of proper tools and the improvised nature of his brews they come nice and a bit strong.

Panhandling: Beggars gonna beg
Outdoorsmanship: It is necessary to be knowledgeable in this when he travels into the wilderness.
Legerdemain: very useful for pocketing things that aren't his.
Sneakiness: What good is breaking the law if you get caught?

Weaknesses:
-Occasionally pissing off someone tends to lead to complications
-Being a dirty vagrant means he probably won't be getting into certain places
-Being a wandering martial artist means having to deal with people who want to fight him.

Equipment/Items:
Stick: It is an incredibly durable and flexible bamboo stick with a gourd tied to one end
Bottles and gourds: Filled with various liquids, mostly fermented or fermenting drinks
Bracelet: A bracelet made of colored rocks worn on his left wrist

The Five Senses

Jen would flip his head to the side of injured shoulder. He'd suck in air through his teeth and shot a look of annoyance at the being. It seemed like he was trying his best to upset everyone in the group. He could scarcely understand why. He believed that the being was like a dog or ghost, and just sort of did things arbitrarily. Of interest though, was that treating him like a deity did nothing. The being seemed poised to avoid discussing just what did sustain him had Chres not pushed him to do so. So, this was the condition or cost to enter in "alliance" with him. Upon death, everything about them to be forgotten by everyone save for anyone in the pact.

It touched another wound that had yet to heal and with it he felt a deep sense of melancholy wash over him. What had happened and what he had done in response had already created some loss. But this... That he could die from the risks associated with their mission or just from some other mishap, and it all would be gone. Those bonds and memories, completely purged from their minds. Like he had never existed. He didn't bother fighting against getting misty-eyed as he found himself thinking back to old memories.

However, that reminiscence was short lived. His attention would quickly change when Vi'daerus' appeared, seemingly drawn by the utterance of its name and the being's prolonged presence no doubt as well. Jen could feel his hairs stick up as he saw their true foe. Luckily for everyone involved, reality would resume. He would slowly rise to his feet as he saw Karina deliver spiteful condemnation before passing out. It seemed that something the being said or did absolutely pissed her off.

He would groan from the pain in the shoulder and how heavy he felt. He'd look around some more as some of the surviving soldiers were celebrating their victory. It seemed more were coming from outside to aid them. In fact, he already saw a group carrying out Chres on a stretcher. The quicker they could get out, the better. Jen felt like needed a stiff drink and to rest on something more comfortable than the cellar floor he had been on. For all his fatigue, Jen found himself loitering around, unable to let himself rest despite the opportunity being there.

Good Night Plushies

I'll get a character up sometime today.

Good Night Plushies

Thinking about a frog plush with a lot of tongue-oriented techniques or an invertebrate.