Our party is starting to look pretty full including the guys who helped start this thing. Anyone who expressed interest may apply but further apps from new people will not be accepted.
hey guys sorry im late <3Name: Lucian Aquila
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Aesernian)
Age: 28
Religion: Solanian (Patron: Solanius)
Backstory: Lucian Aquila is the Grandmaster of the Order of the Knights Solanian. Born to a priestess and an unknown father out of wedlock, he was assumed to be a bastard by the peasants and clergy of his native church town. Excommunicated from the Solanian Church for adultery, and subsequently committing blasphemy by claiming Solanius as Lucian's father, Lucian's mother was later murdered by (as he was told) church radicals. He would later join the Nursian military at 16. Though he showed remarkable combat prowess, his social status prevented him from ascending far up the chain of command. At the age of 18, he deserted his unit after releasing then-hostile Cathionic civilian captives, and fell in with a mercenary troupe. Shortly after, it was signed on to assist in the ongoing Crusade for the province of Iurusolym. Eventually breaking away from the mercenaries, Lucian formed his own chivalric order, building up enough manpower to repel an invading demon horde opportunistically attempting to destroy his fellow Crusaders. Though the Crusade eventually failed, the Order of the Knights Solanian - for their role in saving countless lives from the wrath of the Shaituns, experienced a surge of recruitment of people from all walks of life coming to lend their assistance to the cause of protecting the world from monstrous and unholy threats.
Motivation: Htraknu poses a massive threat to the world and all those who inhabit it. He additionally threatens even the gods in his mad pursuit of power. It is Lucian's destiny to take up arms and slay death.
Magic: Perhaps Lucian's best evidence for divine descent is his natural ability to wield holy magic, destructive to the evil-hearted and unholy, restorative to the righteous and the living.
Skills/Strengths: Lucian is a master swordsman, being proficient with single-handed and two-handed blades (preferring the former). He demonstrates exceptional control over his magical abilities, a natural sense of leadership, and command over a loyal and numerous chivalric order of knights, with connections in many provinces of the old Aesernian Empire.
Weaknesses: Strong convictions and sense of honor and duty lead to stubbornness and a refusal to fight dirty, even in instances where the enemy is doing so. Fierce loyalty and protectiveness of his followers can lead to easy manipulation should any of them be captured/threatened.
Gear:
In Heavy Armor w/shield : i.imgur.com/b51g4CI.jpg
Longsword: i.imgur.com/BflRW7D.jpg
Holy Codex (Solanian Bible)
Personal water canteen
Flask of wine
Large Wooden Cart w/Horses (x2)
Crates of dried, salted, and smoked meats (x3)
Barrels of clean water (x3)
Kegs of Mead (x2)
Barrel of Sacred Wine (x1)
Medical Kits (x5)
Bandages
Alcohol
Restorative potions
Milk of the Poppy (Painkillers)
Large Military Tent and bedding (x1 tent / x3 bedrolls)
Chest of gold arums (x1)
Small box of books (x1)
Bag of whetstones (x1)
Miscellaneous supplies (rope, leather, cloth, tools)
Other: N/AName: Sorano Loraethal
Sex: Male
Race: Sun Elf
Age: 49
Religion: Solanian (Patron: Solanius and Acanthio)
Backstory: Born on the east coast of Tarraconia to minor nobles in the port town of Allilona, Sorano of House Loraethal was raised with an extensive education and a strong desire to further pursue greater knowledge. Most of his adolescence was spent with the local Mages Guild as they frequently traveled on expeditions to ancient Imperial Aesernian ruins. However as he came of age, he began to see just how secretive and restrictive the Mages Guild actually was. Disillusioned with his ability to progress while fettered by the Guild's chains, he struck out on his own, taking with him his most trusted servants and handmaidens, travelling to the province of Narbos. There he sought out the old Empire's most skilled mages, clergy, and alchemists. One eventful afternoon, during a routine excavation of Norsidic ruins, Sorano was attacked by Hargash's demons and their undead minions. Able to hold his own for a time, Sorano was eventually captured, bearing witness to the profane rituals of Hargash's cult. Before he could be subject to such unholy sacrifice however, the Order of the Knights Solanian attacked the cult's lair, freeing all surviving captives. Having heard much of the Order and of the deeds they had done and the things they knew, Sorano pledged his service to the Order in gratitude. After careful consideration from the Grandmaster Lucian Aquila himself, Sorano was elevated to the status of Apostle, quickly becoming the Grandmaster's right hand man.
Motivation: Htraknu threatens the world and the Order. As it is Lucian's destiny to be the world's guardian, so Sorano will follow.
Magic: Natural Elven Magic. Proficient in Electromancy
Skills/Strengths: Powerful electromancer, skilled with a sword. Highly intelligent. Fluent in several languages (Sun Elf, High Aesernian, Low Aesernian (Common), Foverosi, and Great Savarian).
Weaknesses: Extremely arrogant/proud, quick to anger, and highly protective of Lucian. Takes imperfections, criticisms, and defeats to heart. Not as physically strong as other party members. Quick to boast of his own feats and traits as well as his friends's. Whether they want it or not.
Gear:
In Mage's Robes: i.imgur.com/rAwn0G0.jpg
Arming Sword: i.imgur.com/YGPjWCW.jpg
Focusing Wand: i.imgur.com/iP4dZIJ.jpg
Various tomes
Personal water canteen
Other: N/AName: Kinara of Nikidon (Nye-Key-Dawn)
Sex: Female
Race: Samothaur
Age: 26
Religion: Solanian (Patron: Solanius and Veturia)
Backstory: Kinara was born in a settled tribal community known as Nikidon, in northeastern Samothrace. At an early age, both her and her parents were captured during an Orcish slaver raid and sold to a plantation owner in Rosiland. Over the course of her life as a slave, Kinara suffered great physical and psychological abuse from her masters and their slave drivers; beatings and starving periods were common practice, though her Shadow Elven masters could be exceptionally creative and cruel in their torture methods. For her strength, she was used primarily for plowing the fields in the farming seasons, and mining in the nearby darkiron mines after harvest. In the years just before she came of age, her mother and father both grew sick and died, leaving her alone to face the world she barely knew. Surviving into adulthood, Kinara had grown up knowing nothing of her Samothaur cultural roots save for what her parents could teach her, did not know her birthday (having estimated her age based on how long she was at the plantation), and was totally illiterate. Then, the Order of the Knights Solanian launched a series of liberation raids on numerous plantations and mines in the Northern Kingdoms. Kinara's was attacked by Order forces led by the Grandmaster Lucian Aquila himself. After the fighting had ended, Kinara's masters lay dead in their manor. Having been freed by the Order, Kinara felt that she was in their debt. It was Lucian who personally initiated her into the Order, and after careful observation, named her an Apostle. For several years she has served faithfully, mastering the bow and arrow as well as the use of the mace and buckler. The Order taught her how to read, write, and fight. Additionally, they have given her many things. Among them, good pay, good food, a sense of purpose, a culture, and, as proposed by Grandmaster Aquila and the other Apostles, a birthday: March 21st.
Motivation: Lucian's quest to slay Htraknu pulled her into involvement; her personal vendetta is that Htraknu's cult runs a prolific slaving operation, something she wants to destroy entirely.
Magic: Limited ventomancy (control of air/wind). Mostly done to control the direction of her arrows while in flight.
Skills/Strengths: Kinara is almost preternaturally skilled with a bow and arrow, and her aim can be corrected with her ventomancy, allowing her to curve shots. As a Samothaur, she is remarkably strong and durable. Kinara is calm, collected, and gentle, even to enemies. As such, she is hard to anger or irritate. As a result of her upbringing as a slave, she has resolved to resist manipulation -- her willpower is indominable.
Weaknesses: Kinara is hesitant to start conflict, preferring to defend herself or her allies rather than fire the first arrow, unless it is absolutely necessary (e.g. killing demons, undead, and evil mortals).
Gear:
Leather/Cloth Armor: i.imgur.com/0GdqJkR.jpg?1
Elven Longbow: i.imgur.com/DvW4zOv.png
Steel Bodkin Arrows
Flanged Mace: i.imgur.com/NiBP0nG.png
Personal water canteen
Additional Ammunition in Cart
Other: N/A
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Htraknu's cultists aren't really slavers but other than that, you're good.
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>Orcs promised plunder and slaves from the conquered lands.
Figured this amounted to Htraknu approved slaving.
Sorry if it's kinda poor, my creativity took a nose-dive today for whatever reason.
Name: Arrak the Burner
Sex: Male
Race:
Dragon- Though he was not born a dragon, but a half-dragon, half-orc, the Dark God Grimnos chose him as the champion of the Dark Gods and turned him into a fully fledged dragon and now he has three forms, his pure orcish form, his half-dragon form and his full dragon form. Despite all these, he knows is a fully fledged dragon.
Age: 34
Religion:
Grimnos- patron deity of tyranny, war and strategy.
Afgur the Blood King- patron deity of anarchy, destruction and bloodshed(he follows only the latter of the two for Afgur)
Backstory:
Arrak was born 34 years ago, by two parents who did not seem to want him as they simply left him in the forests as a baby and though could have been the end of him, a large group of orcish raiders found the little half-orc/half-dragon baby and for whatever, instead of putting it out of it's misery, they decided to raise him as some sort of mascot of theirs, of course he would still take part in raids as such as soon as he could hold a weapon in his hand for more than 3 seconds.
And Arrak seemed to thrive with a such a job, mostly helped by his half-dragon from, which made him much more deadly than a regular orc. And as the years passed, the less his raiders treated him like a mascot and more like a comrade, resulting by the time he reached 20 years of age for the raiders to treat him like a brother both in combat and outside it, this was the closest that Arrak had come to have a true family.
However, for Arrak, life was becoming mundane with most days being the same, either they did nothing, or launched the occasional raid on a defenseless village with nobody to oppose them, it had become quite boring. And though he loved everyone, including their chief, as brothers, he decided that there needed to be a change in leadership in their raiding clan and so, he challenged the chief of his clan to a duel. The chief may have been quite old, but he was still one of the strongest orcs in this raiding clan, so the fight would not be easy... or so everyone else thought.
The duel lasted less than half a minute. The chief charged towards Arrak, but Arrak did not move one finger, instead, he opened his maw and breathed flames on the chief, burning him to ashes in only a few seconds. For a few moments, the onlookers were mute, they stared at what was supposed to have been a duel in disbelief... then they all roared in support of their new chief, Arrak the Burner.
Though soon, it was proven that Arrak would have deserved the nickname of Arrak the Savage for the boldness and the savagery of his attacks. Nobody would be spared from his bloody raids, humans, elves, samothaurs or even orcs, all of them suffered the same fate. A few special ones would be given the option to either die or join them in their bloody raids on everyone else and as one could imagine that did not sit well with a lot of people... or rather with anyone for that matter.
However his raids did not attract the attention of only mortal beings, but of a few certain immortal ones as well, though not ones one might like to interact to. Two figures appeared before him in a vision, one of the figures was a large one, clad in a imposing armor and with a stern look on his face. The other figure was something entirely different, it was barbarian stained with blood and with a large and cruel grin.
Both started speaking to him, both promised him great powers, powers that would make unmatched in combat, but the power that attracted him most was the one to be capable of turning into a dragon at will. Both of them said that there would be consequences if he accepted these gifts they offered him, but he did not care for any consequences, as long as he could take the world and have everyone bow before him, it was good and if anyone would defy him... he would butcher him.
The dark gods offered him one last piece of info, the one being that might threaten his domination a dragon, a dragon named Htraknu and with that, his vision ended. Arrak grinned, he had become powerful, more powerful than any mortal could ever dream to be, now he could bring the world under his heel... however, he still had a certain... dragon that threatened his rule.
Motivation:
The Dark Gods told him that Htraknu was one of his obstacles, one of the obstacles that would prevent him from asserting his dominance upon this world and that was reason enough for him to overthrow this prideful being even if it meant that he had to team up with other lesser beings in order to do so.
Magic:
Dragonflame: As a true dragon now, he can with ease breathe flames that are capable of melting even metal.
Conjure Armor: Though rather a odd spell, this spell allows him to conjure himself a set of plate armor for a few hours to protect himself from any enemy attacks.
Skills/Strengths:
Blessing of the Body: Arrak is very strong physically, even for an orc and with the strength he received from Afgur as a blessing, he is even more so, much over most humans, elves or most orcs.
Blessing of the Mind: While Afgur blessed his body, Grimnos on the other hand blessed his mind, making him something of a charismatic genius.
Weaknesses:
If dragons were considered to be prideful and egotistic, then they have nothing on Arrak, upon receiving his gifts from the Dark Gods, he became very prideful, thinking the world deserves to bow before him. This has not earned him many friends outside of his raider band.
Gear: Other than the sword of the previous chieftan(in his orc form picture) he has nothing with him as any actual armor would be lost upon transformation.
Other: Nope, nothing here.
THE PAD IS DOWN.
I REPEAT. THE PAD IS DOWN. Either that or my internet is terribad.
Name: Aldebrand Alscher
Sex: Male
Race: Aesernian human half dragon
Age: 30
Religion: Worships Acanthio the most of the gods.
Backstory: The third born son of a minor noble house, Aldebrand has always been curious. When he wasn’t bombarding his tutors with questions, he was practicing his fire magic, often singeing himself in the process. He also founded that he preferred the solace of books over that of the outdoors.
It came to no one’s surprise when he went off to university. There he learned much about magic, from basic spells of almost every school, to the most advanced fire spells he could get his hands on. However, despite the great libraries and professors, he found that several of his questions had no clear answers, mainly about magical creatures.
With his curiosity unsatisfied, he set off to perform his own experiments. He soon picked up a good knowledge of alchemy and the creatures’ biology out of necessary for his experiments. He soon ran into a problem, the specimens that he got from hunters were often expensive and not up to par due to decay and battle damage. Along with not being able to see how the creatures natural reacted to their environment, he decided to solve his problems by taking his studies from the lab to the field.
Motivation: As he has dragon heritage Aldebrand feels a special responsibility for the actions of dragons and is very curious about the effects of Htraknu’s magic.
Magic: Dragon blood flows through his veins because of his dragon ancestry. He learnt most of his control from university along with some tips from his dragon relative when she checks up on his family every decade.
Skills/Strengths:Skilled pyromancer.
Knowledge of many magical creatures’ biology and abilities.
Passable knowledge of most schools of magic as well as alchemy.
Weaknesses: His curiosity about magical creatures tends to get him into potentially dangerous situations. In addition, his pride in his abilities tends to make him overestimate them, and waste magic on flashier spells. He has also never fought without magic a day in his life.
Gear: Quill, parchment, knife, books, basic alchemist equipment.
Name: Aldebrand Alscher
Sex: Male
Race: Aesernian human half dragon
Age: 30
Religion: Worships Acanthio the most of the gods.
Backstory: The third born son of a minor noble house, Aldebrand has always been curious. When he wasn’t bombarding his tutors with questions, he was practicing his fire magic, often singeing himself in the process. He also founded that he preferred the solace of books over that of the outdoors.
It came to no one’s surprise when he went off to university. There he learned much about magic, from basic spells of almost every school, to the most advanced fire spells he could get his hands on. However, despite the great libraries and professors, he found that several of his questions had no clear answers, mainly about magical creatures.
With his curiosity unsatisfied, he set off to perform his own experiments. He soon picked up a good knowledge of alchemy and the creatures’ biology out of necessary for his experiments. He soon ran into a problem, the specimens that he got from hunters were often expensive and not up to par due to decay and battle damage. Along with not being able to see how the creatures natural reacted to their environment, he decided to solve his problems by taking his studies from the lab to the field.
Motivation: As he has dragon heritage Aldebrand feels a special responsibility for the actions of dragons and is very curious about the effects of Htraknu’s magic.
Magic: Dragon blood flows through his veins because of his dragon ancestry. He learnt most of his control from university along with some tips from his dragon relative when she checks up on his family every decade.
Skills/Strengths:Skilled pyromancer.
Knowledge of many magical creatures’ biology and abilities.
Passable knowledge of most schools of magic as well as alchemy.
Weaknesses: His curiosity about magical creatures tends to get him into potentially dangerous situations. In addition, his pride in his abilities tends to make him overestimate them, and waste magic on flashier spells. He has also never fought without magic a day in his life.
Gear: Quill, parchment, knife, books, basic alchemist equipment.
@Mardox
I have hopefully improved this enough to be within acceptable parameters.
Name: Arrak the Burner
Sex: Male
Race:
Dragon- Though he was not born a dragon, but a half-dragon, half-orc, the Dark God Grimnos chose him as the champion of the Dark Gods and turned him into a fully fledged dragon and now he has three forms, his pure orcish form, his half-dragon form and his full dragon form. Despite all these, he knows is a fully fledged dragon.
Age: 34
Religion:
Grimnos- patron deity of tyranny, war and strategy.
Afgur the Blood King- patron deity of anarchy, destruction and bloodshed(he follows only the latter of the two for Afgur)
Backstory:
Arrak was born 34 years ago, by two parents who did not seem to want him as they simply left him in the forests as a baby and though could have been the end of him, a large group of orcish raiders found the little half-orc/half-dragon baby and for whatever, instead of putting it out of it's misery, they decided to raise him as some sort of mascot of theirs, of course he would still take part in raids as such as soon as he could hold a weapon in his hand for more than 3 seconds.
And Arrak seemed to thrive with a such a job, mostly helped by his half-dragon from, which made him much more deadly than a regular orc. And as the years passed, the less his raiders treated him like a mascot and more like a comrade, resulting by the time he reached 20 years of age for the raiders to treat him like a brother both in combat and outside it, this was the closest that Arrak had come to have a true family.
However, for Arrak, life was becoming mundane with most days being the same, either they did nothing, or launched the occasional raid on a defenseless village with nobody to oppose them, it had become quite boring. And though he loved everyone, including their chief, as brothers, he decided that there needed to be a change in leadership in their raiding clan and so, he challenged the chief of his clan to a duel. The chief may have been quite old, but he was still one of the strongest orcs in this raiding clan, so the fight would not be easy... or so everyone else thought.
The duel lasted less than half a minute. The chief charged towards Arrak, but Arrak did not move one finger, instead, he opened his maw and breathed flames on the chief, burning him to ashes in only a few seconds. For a few moments, the onlookers were mute, they stared at what was supposed to have been a duel in disbelief... then they all roared in support of their new chief, Arrak the Burner.
Though soon, it was proven that Arrak would have deserved the nickname of Arrak the Savage for the boldness and the savagery of his attacks. Nobody would be spared from his bloody raids, humans, elves, samothaurs or even orcs, all of them suffered the same fate. A few special ones would be given the option to either die or join them in their bloody raids on everyone else and as one could imagine that did not sit well with a lot of people... or rather with anyone for that matter.
However his raids did not attract the attention of only mortal beings, but of a few certain immortal ones as well, though not ones a normal mortal might like to interact withwith. The first figure was a large one, clad in a imposing armor and with a stern look on his face.
The being introduced itself as Grimnos and - without taking Arrak's opinion - named him his champion. Now, Grimnos told him that he would bless both his mind and his body to be like none other. And while felt his mind grow sharper and his thoughts more organized, his body did not feel any different at all, until Grimnos himself said that in order for him to be better able to subdue his enemies, he turned him into a full dragon. However, as a final warning, the armor-clad god warned him that there would be consequences for these powers, though whatever those would be, the deity vanished before Arrak could find out.
Arrak did not even have time to sigh in relief, before a second being appeared. This one fit the textbook definition of a barbarian, a large muscular brute covered in blood and sporting quite the large and sadistic smile on his face. He - again, without taking Arrak's opinion in mind - named him his favored one, instead of his champion, since he already had become the champion of another Dark God. This god's name was Afgur the Blood King and somewhat true to his name, the blessings he received from the Blood King, allowed to spill him much more blood, namely, his body was strengthened nearly to point of the limits of his body.
The dark god Afgur offered him one last piece of info. The sole being that might be able to threaten his future rule of the world, Htraknu, a incredibly powerful dragon with something of a cult following. And on that point, the Blood King, vanished in thin air and his vision ended abruptly. At first, he was momentarily confused, he was not sure whether what happened was real or simply a hallucination... at least for a moment, before he turned into a large black dragon
Motivation:
The Dark God Afgur told him that Htraknu was one of the obstacles that would prevent him from taking over the world and ruling it with an iron claw. That meant that this prideful dragon had to be taken down from his pedestal, even if it meant that he had to temporarily team up with other people.
Magic:
Dragonflame: As a true dragon now, he can with ease breathe flames that are capable of melting even metal.
Conjure Armor: Though rather a odd spell, this spell allows him to conjure himself a set of plate armor for a few hours to protect himself from any enemy attacks.
Skills/Strengths:
Blessing of the Body: Arrak is very strong physically, even for an orc and with the strength he received from Afgur as a blessing, he is even more so, much over most humans, elves or most orcs.
Blessing of the Mind: While Afgur blessed his body, Grimnos on the other hand blessed his mind, making him something of a charismatic genius.
Weaknesses:
If dragons were considered to be prideful and egotistic, then they have nothing on Arrak, upon receiving his gifts from the Dark Gods, he became very prideful, thinking the world deserves to bow before him. This has not earned him many friends outside of his raider band.
Unspecified consequences for his blessings.
Gear: Other than the sword of the previous chieftan(in his orc form picture) he has nothing with him as any actual armor would be lost upon transformation.
Other: Nope, nothing here.
