Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Mature Fantasy RP

[NewSun]

I PM'd you some stuff and things because reasons. *impatience intensifies* ;)

[NewSun]

Character Sheet Eeiys

Character Sheet
Essential Information



Eeiys of Uacteir.
'Exile of The Gate',
'Lost in the Summer'
(And yes, that is pronounced 'Ice')

Sex:
Male

Age:
29

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Eeiys stands at a fairly average height for a warrior of The Gate, just shy of 5’11” with pale skin and dark hair to match his wintery homeland. Muscular and somewhat gruff looking, Eeiys is what some would consider as a fairly typical looking fighting type. However, many would consider a vast majority of these details somewhat irrelevant, as within recent months, Eeiys has become more and more bitter following his Exile. Whenever he is seen, he does not show his face; he prefers instead to keep his armour fully suited at all times, helmet included, which obscures nearly all of his face and makes it hard to notice any distinguishing features.
Although Eeiys takes all necessary precautions to maintain a low profile, he seems remarkably attached to the unique helm of the Winter Knights of The Gate, which he keeps as a reminder of his decades in their service. The design, although rather plain to the untrained eye, is easily recognisable to any knowledgable, academics, or pilgrims to the Far North.
His armour is vastly different to the full plate mail worn by other Winter Knights, even if his set is really only a heavily modified version of such a set. Instead of being covered head-to-toe in Ballaen Steel, Eeiys’ armour is only a partial covering of plate with integrated chainmail in areas, complete with padded leather and furs that enabled mobility and maintenance of warmth on the long, lonely trek southward after his Exile.
Or if you like images!

Personality:
While it is never wise to assume that an Exiled Knight will accept others with open arms and easily connect with those along his way, it would also be foolish to assume that one bad experience, however traumatic, can destroy a man’s will utterly. Some say that Eeiys, like his name would suggest, is as cold as the ice in his homeland. Others will tell you that he still believes in mankind and that they do have a future ahead of them, gods or no; and that he will risk himself to light the spark of independence throughout his race, free from the archaic grip of squabbling beings from an age long forgotten. This leads to a very odd mix of preconceptions about him, that he is unnaturally stoic but still a very wise and level headed man. Nobody can say for sure though, as he never stays in one place for very long and those he surrounds himself with tend to suffer from extremely shortened lives.

History:
Those in Uacteir who are born of notable families, particularly those of the glimmering city of The Gate, are often taken in by the famous and rightly feared Winter Knights, a holy order of warriors, trained nearly from birth, to protect and serve those in the Far North regions of Enduwin. Those within the Winter Knights are known as incredible religious warriors who use their devout zealotry to uphold their city-states and their reputation. Devotion to the gods has always been a core principle to the Winter Knights; an understandable premise, given the close proximity to the haven of the Gods.
This leads to many problems when a respected Winter Knight nurtures thoughts of heresy deep in his soul. Or, if you are like Eeiys, when you reject the Gods entirely. Not express disbelief; reject
Born to the powerful and influential family of Silverstar, Eeiys lost all birthrights and titles bestowed upon him by law when he was taken in by the Winter Knights shortly after his Crystal Baptism, and quickly rose through the lowly ranks through prowess and devotion alone to become one of the most feared Winter Knights of his day. Nobody knows exactly what happened to Eeiys to change his mind in such a radical fashion, or if anything happened at all, but on his 27th Cycle of Solas, he disappeared into the darkness of night, taking with him Frost, one of the holy relics held at the centre spire of The Gate.
After realising such transgressions, the Winter Knights were quick to name him ‘Lost in the Summer’, a derogatory title given to deserters, and on principle, was named an exile of the state. Searches were conducted for months in a vain attempt to find Eeiys and the blade he had taken, but to little avail. Nobody knows where he disappeared to, or why, especially given his promising future. Only he really knows, though it is commonplace to hear in local stories that the Archknight Valius caught Eeiys as he deserted the Winter Knights with Frost in hand, and challenged him to single combat. Nobody knows if such claims are true, and the outcome of the duel if so, but in the shadiest corners of Uacteir Balla, brave individuals will tell you the the Exile Knight forced one of the greatest swordsmen to ever to live to yield before vanishing southward for some unknown purpose…

Optional Information

Equipment:
Altered Ballaen Steel armour, Frost.*

*Frost is a renowned blade, well known among pilgrims and Winter Knights for it’s unusual properties and unknown origin. While it looks extremely mundane, just like any other blade with no noticeable ostentation, Frost is known for being extremely, and almost unnaturally sharp and, as far as anyone knows, unbreakable. It is capable of impacting materials of magical nature in ways that mundane weapons cannot. It is in no way a fancy or elegant weapon, but the latent power of the blade is unexplainable by most. (The blade is also deathly cold to the touch, though it is more than likely just a magical illusion, with no real application.) Some nay-sayers claim it is merely because of an old forge technique lost to time that gives the weapon it’s unusual effectiveness; some say it is down to the wielder. Other, more wild speculators suggest the weapon itself is made from solid Sand of Trayig, though such outrageous claims can only be wild fantasies of dreamers. truthfully, nobody knows why the blade is as it is, but most agree that the blade is in some way magical. Those who have had the rare chance to spend time with Eeiys on his journey almost all know this to be exclusively true, as sometimes, just sometimes, and on the darkest of nights, you can see the frigid blade glow faintly blue from within…

Faction (If any):
Ex Winter Knight

Marital Status:
N/A

Magic (Mundane or Arcane):
Mundane

Skills:
Incredible swordsman, among other Knightly talents such as being a snarky potato. Trained in all forms of combat, including how to combat spell casters. See faction sheet for details on training.

Faction Sheet Winter Knights

Faction/Organisation Sheet

Essential Information



The Winter Knights
‘Vanguards of The Gate’
‘Sentinels of Winter’.

Location:
Uacteir Balla, inhabiting nearly every settlement there to some extent, though their power is most prominent in the most northern city-spire: The Gate.

Purpose:
The Winter Knights are a warrior organisation devoted entirely to defending The Gate (both the city-spire and the gigantic wall separating Neyav fron Enduwin) from any and all who would do it harm; as well as any traitors or known heretics. They excel at hunting down those individuals who could be particularly dangerous to the safety of Uacteir Balla, and also at crushing larger forces who come to the Far North seeking glory or riches. The Winter Knights consider themselves to be the rightfully appointed guardians of the Gods and as such they see themselves as the most fearsome warriors in the land, though this is still a point that is up for speculation.
All Winter Knights are trained in a vast number of combat forms and styles, as well as more unusual techniques for unusual situations, such as being trained in combating spellcasters and necromancers, fighting while heavily outnumbered, and techniques for defending oneself against dark influence of Dûv and his followers.

History:
Originally a small band of clerical warriors who were some of the first to inhabit the then-uninhabited land, they had come to the Far North in order to be closer to their faith. With the proximity to what can only be regarded as a true and very real holy place, the clerics’ devotion only grew with time, becoming a totally devout order of warriors within the first century of their occupation of the Far North. Some believe it to be the presence of the Winter Knights that inspired any sort of civilisation to rise up in the frozen wastes in the first place, but the true origins of man in the North are ‘forgotten’, maybe even covered up by the same order who supposedly planted the seed.
Many pilgrims to Uacteir Balla come to see the Winter Knights standing guard eternally at The Gate as a symbol of eternal devotion, and they strive to reach a level of faith that the Winter Knights demonstrate daily. The Sentinels of Winter are surely the pinnacle of faith and ferocity…

Optional Information

Key Members:
Archknight Valius
The leader of the legendary Winter Knights, Archknight Valius is widely regarded as the most devoted religious figure in the modern world, almost taking on a sort of papal role towards pilgrims and the masses alike. Many look up to him for guidance and training considering his vast experience, knowledge and combat skill. His name is known throughout Enduwin, bearing the prestige of being potentially the best swordsman to ever live. Supporters of the Archknight will tell you that he has never been bested in combat and that he has slain true wizards in single combat without breaking a sweat. Though such rumours cannot be true, it does give comfort to the people to believe that such a noble, ferocious figure looks out for them. Those who reject Valius as the demigod he would have you believe, will share stories of an Exiled knight who shamed Valius in combat on the darkest winter night…

Intrius, Curator of the Gallery of Ice
The Gallery of Ice is the legendary hall of relics at the heart of The Gate in Uacteir Balla, a grand collection of magical items from a time long ago, and items claimed by the Winter Knights on their Pale Crusades over the years. Such items include the mystical ‘Siren of Snowfall’, a warhorn supposedly capable of bringing the wrath of Olyaer upon a land, the ‘Icewall’, a mysterious tower shield made entirely of perfectly clear, crystal ice that has so far proven to be incapable of melting, and, most notably, ‘Frost’, a rather mundane looking longsword with a series of particularly potent magical enhancements and a yet undiscovered latent power within. The blade was recently stolen, leading the curator of the Gallery of Ice to near madness with rage.


Advantages:
Famous and world renowned for being extremely proficient and devoted warriors with little mercy for traitors and heretics. They are intimidating in their homeland, but the presence of any force of Winter Knights further south is enough to make even a local lord tremble in his boots.
-Deadly warriors trained to combat conventional fighters and casters / necromancers-

Disadvantages:
The devotion of the majority of the Winter Knights prevents them from taking any action they deem to not be blessed by the Gods.
-Ignore many political affairs, and only involve themselves in situations which directly offend their beliefs, even if they could be fighting for a good cause-

Ranks:
Initiates into the Winter Knights, shortly after their Crystal Baptism, are known by the title: ‘Crystallite’ until their 15th Cycle of Solas, 12th if they show particular affinity with the order. Beyond Crytsallite, the Knights are divided into eight tiers to show respect to the eight gods that are deemed honourable. They are as follows:
1: Drift Knight (254 Drift Knights)
2: Ice Knight (128 Ice Knights)
3: Crystal Knight (64 Crystal Knights)
4: Glacial Knight (32 Glacial Knights)
5: Frozen Knight (16 Frozen Knights)
6: Avalan Uacteir (4 Avalan. Eeiys was a member of this rank)
7: First Knight (2 First Knights)
8: Archknight (1 Archknight)

Each rank is subordinate to the one above.

Rules/Laws:
Each Winter Knight follows the strict orders of his superior ranks. But they also hold the creed of the Gods as their laws, staying true to the teachings of each. The greatest sin one can commit is to reject the gods and show heresy, those who do are swiftly put to death… only one has ever escaped this fate…

[Callthecops]

Retracted after reading NewSun's sheet.

So other than my character, are there any other enchanters? If so that's cool, I just want to make sure we're different enough.

[NewSun]

Damn you ninja'd me. We have 3 enchanters?

[Callthecops]

Yeah, my post on the first page stated my intent, but if you just have some enchanted items, that doesn't necessarily make you an enchanter so there's no real conflict there :)

[NewSun]

Duly noted. Look forward to seeing your sheet. :P

[Darkmatter]

I'm fine with having a magical being or two in the party, but the character I'll be playing will essentially be a guide like wizard character who's purpose will be to push the plot forward.
Oh and I'll be playing villains too. Anyone interested in playing the otherside, PM me.

The edits add a lot of reading to this post, don't be afraid, I know people love text walls
Edit::

Here is the Race, and specific character that I mentioned. Might get other people's creative juices flowing.

Farrgorm

Overview:
The Farrgorm, also called Far and Farrg, are a tall dark skinned species native to the south-western lands of Enduwin. A typical male stands at around six foot tall and females can reach heights as great as seven. Skin tones vary from dark blue to grey and pitch black, depending on the geographical lineage of the individual. Differences in facial features between genders are minimal other than the more protruding jaw of the male and the noticeably pointed ears of the females. As a whole, the Farrgorm are a species that values brain over brawn but there are nonetheless countless exceptions to this rule, despite their somewhat frail nature in comparison to other species such as the dwarves or centaurs. The average lifespan of a Farrgorm is approximately 89 human years, or fifteen Awth-gnúth. The Awth-gnúth is a biological transition which every Farrg goes through roughly every six human years. Over their lives, the cells of the Farrg deteriorate at a much greater rate than those of humans, dwarves or elves. After this six year period, they have reached senility and Awth-gnúth is a three week long process in which cellular regeneration occurs throughout the body very rapidly. Afterwards, the individual will be returned to a condition relatively close to their physical prime. The average times that a single Farrg can do this is 15, hence the expected lifespan. Actual numbers fluctuate between 12 and 17 depending on lifestyle and socio-economic factors. There have been recorded incidents as high as 20. A Farrg going through less than 10 Awth-gnúth is rare enough that it is almost always due to death caused by disease or injury.
Species Traits:
• Rebirth-Regression; The Farrg’s unique biological process and evolution is both a gift and a curse. Each will reach and live through, hopefully, six peaks of physical health and fitness. This period usually lasts for about two and a half human years of the six between each Awth-gnúth. This means the average time a Farrg spends at peak condition is roughly 35-40 human years. However, conversely, they’ll will spend the other 45-50 in a senile state. Essentially there is no ‘middle-age’ within the species and ‘youth’ is a concept only ever associated with 1st cycles.

• Brain Over Brawn; Even shortly after Awth-gnúth, a Farrg is no physical match for a human, let alone a centaur. However, they do obtain impressive intellect and are known to be competent magic users, when the rare circumstance of a true mage being born amongst them does occur. Their biology means they don’t have one youth of experience and one old-age of refelction; they can have over a dozen of each. Thus, after several Awth-gnúth have been undergone they show an unheard of combination of wisdom, ability and enthusiasm. The change can be as much a psychological one as it is physical, and regression through the different inherent mentalities eventually leads to a moulding of the two.

Speciality:
Master Traders; The Farrg are experts when it comes to manipulating the rudimentary economic systems found in the various states across Enduwin. Whether as snake oil salesmen, legitimate goods traders, deceptive merchants or honest tradesmen, the Farrg are known far beyond the bounds of their native Enduwin for their ability to turn a profit.

Government type:

Military:

Economy:

Religion:
The religion major of Enduwin, Nonatheoism, is best described as neo-pantheistic-agnosticism. Everyone knows the tales of the Nonatheon and pays great heed to them but, within everyday life, criticism and analysis of the stories and theories are welcomed. To the Farrgorm their deities have tangible form, communication with Neyav has been recorded and Ifreann is truly thought to exist beneath Enduwin. The criticism comes in the form of explaining these phenomenon, and the deities themselves through theory and postulation based on a mix of science, magic and theology. One of the core beliefs is that the Nine conclusively exist but their nature and status as gods is debatable. There exists churches dedicated both to individual god(ess)s and the Pantheon as a whole. These churches are all overseen by a central organisation known as the Shapayl. Over 98% of Farrg are members of the Shapayl and one’s stature within the organisation is of great importance socially, especially in political terms.

Society:

Ideology:

Shankee

Essential Information
Name/Aliases: Shankee Finscayl : The Storyteller : Old man shank

Sex: Male

Race: Farrgorm

Age: 2nd Stage of 17th Awth-Gnuth (Approx: 99 in human years)

Appearance: Shankee stands at just under seven foot tall. In his 1st stages he strides comfortably and hold his height with a stout gait. However, in his 2nd stages, akin to senility in humans, he relies on a birch walking staff to help him hold himself up. His skin is a dark grey shade, appearing almost black at night only been revealed for its true tone when Solas’ light strikes it at dawn. His skin is fractured and wrinkled in places, especially his brow, which has as many crags as the Olc.
Shankee tends to don a robe of similar colour to his skin, a dirty grey, when he ventures outside. Beneath this he wears soft leather garments that he considers both comfortable and practical. Farrgs’ hair doesn’t deteriorate the same as a humans and his light brown locks offer contrast to the rest of his rather drab appearance. The storyteller’s eyes are deep set within their sockets, yellow in hue and with more than a twinkle of knowledge.

Personality: Currently, as in all his 2nd states, Shankee keeps to himself for the most part, in his humble two storey shack on the foot of the Olcs’ eastern slope, right on the border between the Plains and DuFair. He is by no means an introvert, in fact he most enjoys company and welcomes almost any visitors into his home. However, he is quite eccentric and radical which tends to mean people don’t bother him that much. About once a week he will greet a traveller, either someone looking for refuge or someone who had specifically pilgrimaged to hear word from the storyteller himself.
In his 1st stages the Farrg sets out across Enduwin in search of more lore, more stories and tomes in order to increase his knowledge of the Gods, the origins of Enduwin and the faith of the land he inhabits.

History: Shankee Finscayl was born to average parents in an average town of average Farrgorm in the Zephyr Plains. The second son of three, Shankee was raised in a happy home if somewhat simple home. His father was older than his mother by a couple human years, meaning he would pass into new stages and new Awth-Gnuths many months before his mother. Both of his brothers were born closer in synch with their father’s cycle but Shankee’s was only a few weeks apart from his mothers. The synching of cycles tends to dictate associations and connections within Farrgorm society; those in 1st stages are more likely to share mind-sets and interests with others in the same stage. Although this becomes a much less prominent concept in later Awth-Gnuths, for the first few it is very crucial to the development of young Farrg. Thus, much of Shankee’s youth was spent with his mother. She taught him the arts of reading and writing, and importance and meaning behind them. In his first 2nd stage he quickly became a fluid weaver of tales, factual and fictional. Shankee had a talent for taking information and turning it into art, the very essence of early story tellers. His mother recognised his talents and discussed it with his father. It was his father who suggested that Shankee be given the chance to let his talents prosper.

They were a family of menial labourers, but nonetheless, Shankee’s mother, father and older brother Lloire, all pitched together to pay for Shankee’s tutelage in the local branch of the Bard’s Guild. Shankee was nervous at the prospect of leaving his family behind but equally excited at the idea of getting out of the life he thought had been laid before him. His apprehension quickly diminished when his studies began in earnest. He was afforded a monthly visit home, which at first was a highlight of his months, but quickly became less and less meaningful to him.

At the Guild, Shankee learned of and how to use two other talents he was born with; music and magic. He was a mean lute player, and found the ability to wield some potent magic. Shankee cared little for magical pursuits, and instead gravitate towards his music and his historical knowledge. It wasn’t long before his music and tale weaving were earning him enough of an income to pay for his own tutelage. Three years after he first enrolled, entering his third Awth-Gnuth, he graduated as a fully chartered Bard of the Hullis Bard’s Guild. Returning home, Shankee brought several slivers of pure silver that he had been paid for a commission with, and gave them, along with his lute to his family as repayment for their encouragement and financial support. Shankee apologised for not having visited in nearly a year, and then informed them he was leaving again, likely for good.

Very little information exists about Shankee’s life since then up to the point, twenty one years ago, that he settled in his current abode. In the years that proceeded he quickly gained a significant renown across the plains for being an invaluable source of information, a wise man of sage advice and a beautiful story teller. He seems to not work, or request any payment for his services yet his home is always full of food, complete with a hearty fire. Now he spends in 1st cycles wandering the plains meeting new people, and gathering information and his 2nd cycles in his home resting and relaxing.

Optional Information
Equipment: A six foot birch staff with a gnarled top that smothers a pristine jet jewel.
A simple wooden lute.
A satchel with various writing implements and paper.
His favourite travelling hat.

Faction: Regarded as a Master of the Bard’s Guild. However, the guild has faded recently as has Shankee’s association with it.

Marital Status: Unknown.

Magic: Many people claim to have seen him perform various simple tricks.

EDIT 2.0 ::
Here is a combined location/faction sheet.

Eeha Cathur & Fola Shlua

Eeha Cathur

Essential Information
Location: Nestled atop Olc Cairn sits a city almost as old as the mountains themselves. Whilst not on a peak of the mountains, the city of Eeha Cathur sits far above the shores of the Encircling Ocean and only nary few treacherous paths exist to reach it.

Purpose: Currently serves as the home of the Fola Shlua.

History: Eeha Cathur has its origins in the very earliest days of Enduwin as a land without gods. When life began to become more self-aware and the various races of Enduwin came into their own, the Olc Cairn, or Black Mountains in the common tongue, were surprisingly one of the first places settled.
So long as there have been humans, elves, orcs, dwarves and every other kind of creature, there have been those with a perverted attraction to power and evil. There is no greater symbol of hatred or malice in all of Enduwin the Olc Cairn, and as such the mist covered crags attracted malcontents and miscreants from all over the land.

Initially the area where Eeha Cathur sits was dotted with habitations little more than villages, outposts from whish raiders struck the plains and shadowing nooks where criminals hid from those pursuing them. Over time, crime began to pay and many tradesmen took notice, realising the potential of wealth being hoarding between the mountains spurs. These factors attracted more people, a wider range of people from all across Enduwin. Within decades what had once been dozens of unconnected bandit camps and smuggler’s dens became a thriving village that in turn developed into a bustling stone built city. No matter how many others have inhabited the area, regardless of how long has passed, Eeha Cathur still retains its dark roots, and to this day is a haven to criminals and death worshippers alike.

The Fola Shlua is a new iteration of an ancient sect that was born in the mountains along with the beginnings of Eeha Cathur. The city and the Shlua are synonymous to most people outside the city, and within its walls only the prudish citizens care to point out the difference. The Shlua occupy almost every key position in the city; councilmen, merchants and soldiers alike. The Fola Shlua is based around the key tenet that death can be circumvented. Many people beyond the mountains derogatorily refer to them as ‘necromancers’, ‘necros’ and ‘deathies’.

For hundreds of years the Shlua were an open active organisation mostly consisting of the bandits and sellswords that lived in early Eeha Cathur. Death was a part of everyday life for these people and they become absorbed with the concept of preventing it. No records remaining that name a propagator or point of origin for what has become a religion, but there are accounts of figures spreading the word through the mountains, these men were known as Crea. Over time as more ‘civilised’ people came to settle the mountains, in search of a piece of its fortunes, the ways of the Fola Shlua faded. Worship of other deities and belief in nothing began to seep in and take over, yet there was always a noticeable percentage of those living in Eeha Cathur who believed in the immortal promises of the Crea.

It was about two centuries ago, although the precise date, like much to do with the Fola Shlua is a little ambiguous, a new Crea arose in Eeha Cathur. An elf, by the name of Sachras began to gain a following, small at first as he whispered word of everlasting life and sowed seeds of belief once more. In the decades the followed, the Fola came to the fore once more, extending its tendril like grasp over many influential figures in the mountain society. Sachras was a proactive thinking man and understood that preaching and promises wouldn’t be enough. He began manipulating the Shlua as he saw fit, and hoarded the gold used as indulgences. This new Fola Shlua was much more organised and posed a far greater danger than any iteration before it.

It has been three decades since Sachras passed. Now the Fola Shlua is led by numerous Crea of varying power and influence. Some continue to preach the assurance of living forever, but others manipulate their followers like the very earliest settlers of the Olc Cairn, employing them as sellswords and bandits.

Optional Information
Key Members: There are currently several dozen Crea throughout the mountains each considering themselves to be a key figure.

Advantages: The Fola Shlua have one of the largest collections of knowledge on the subject of death. The Crea who lead their congregations in a warlike fashion are known to be brutal and intelligent.

Disadvantages: There is incredible stigma surrounding the Shlua and Eeha Cathur throughout the rest of Enduwin.

Ranks: Each Crea tends to organise their followers differently.

[Peik]

Well gunpowder is ideally 1500's-tier, so it wouldn't be anything more than early flintlocks and matchlocks.

[Darkmatter]

Peik said
Well gunpowder is ideally 1500's-tier, so it wouldn't be anything more than early flintlocks and matchlocks.

I can accept it as being a 'thing' for a particular faction.

[NewSun]

Would it be in any way useful to make a faction sheet for the Winter Knights mentioned in my CS, or is it an optional extra if you want to add more fluff to a backstory?

[Peik]

Darkmatter said
I can accept it as being a 'thing' for a particular faction.

Time to make a notCossack Ascetic, then.

[Darkmatter]

NewSun said
Would it be in any way useful to make a faction sheet for the Winter Knights mentioned in my CS, or is it an optional extra if you want to add more fluff to a backstory?

It's totally up to you.

[InspectorGadget]

First: Don't use Gandalf as an example of an all powerful wizard. My mom and I have this argument all the time. He is a lucky old man that likes to get too high and run off on fact finding missions. He isn't powerful. Sorry. That had to get out.

Second: Yes please.

Third: You said dragon. I'm running with it.

Fourth: I don't know if there is a fourth but it is there. Oh right. May I have a second character? Until you say no, I'm planning it as a yes.

I'll mock up a couple character sheets and send them to you shortly.

UPDATE: One sheet down and posted. I will make a dragon shortly. I feel like it is going to do a lot sleeping and sheep eating. The volcanic island seems like a great place for it to sleep. Ideas, ideas.

[NewSun]

So, SharkDarkmatter, any ideas where we will need to start our characters geographically to make the group coming together work a little smoother? Or do we just start anywhere and work independently until we're lucky enough to encounter each other? Or (sorry, so many questions) will there be specialised introductions for each character giving them something to start with?

[InspectorGadget]

Character Sheet

Essential Information

Name/Aliases: Vrikdarok / Lord
Sex: Male
Race: Olc Cairn Mountain Orc
Age: 30 (In Human years)

Appearance: Marred with scars from battle, the iron-hued Orc stands as tall as the mountains he was spat from. Each hand is tipped with jagged nails that are cracked and as broken as the rocks they crumble to dust. Like most of the Olc Cairn orcs, his body ripples with strength. Pools of crimson rage peer from deep sockets, deepened further by high cheekbones that plunge to a strong, slightly rounded jaw. Bone shattering tusks protrude from an extended lower jaw and come to rounded points at either side of a broad nose with large nostrils. A trio of deep scars, trophies from breaking his steed, stretch from the upper right side of his forehead to the lower part of his left cheek and upper left quadrant of his chest, distinguishing his commitment to having the meanest, most battle ready creature at his side.

Coarse black hair, tied back and grappled by a leather thong, hangs low on his back.

Personality: Born in the Black Mountains, Vrikdarok is as cold and rough as the land he inhabits. He does not speak kind words. He issues orders to subordinates and laughs at the weaknesses of the other races. Unlike other orcs, the Olc Cairn Mountain Orcs do not have a rich history or intricate hierarchy of power. He speaks and others listen. Arrogance is a trait this orc revels in. Born to battle, Vrikdarok knows death and pestilence.

History: His birth shattered his mother's heart, killing her on his exit. His father, controller and lord of the Black Mountain Orcs, died by his hand when Vrikdarok came of age and was trained well enough to usurp power from his father. The head of the former lord was displayed for a full summer at Vish'Kar's entrance (Black Mountain Orc Keep).

At the head of standing army of nearly twenty thousand troops, Vrikdarok has ruled with cruelty and a system of rewards. What one kills, one attains. If a fellow orc kills another in battle, the fallen's possessions, including mate and homestead, become the victor's property.

The Black Mountain Orcs exist to bring Dúv's rage to the rest of Enduwin. They raid, rape and pillage with the ferocity of wild animals and cunning of the most educated elves.

Optional Information

Equipment: The mines of Vish'Kar produce strong iron and steel. Vrikdarok is clad in it from head to toe. His helmet's horns were harvested from the claws of a mammoth Black Mountain wolf. It is closed face and forged to resemble a snarling wolf's visage. The rest of his armor follows suit. Spiked pauldrons, bracers, and jointed gauntlets with one inch spikes at the knuckles. Leg plates and iron greaves coat his lower half.

He is well versed with a battle axe, bow, and sword and board.

A thick cape, refined from the hide of a mountain wolf, covers his back and falls just short of his heel. The head of the wolf that it was taken from is still attached to the cape.

He rides an enormous mountain wolf with fur as dark as the hair that dons Vrikdarok's head.

Faction (If any): Black Mountain Orcs
Marital Status: None
Magic (Mundane or Arcane): Mundane
Skills: He forged his own armor.

Faction/Organization Sheet

Essential Information

Name: Black Mountain Orcs
Location: Olc Cairn Mountains
Purpose: Greed

History: The Black Mountain Orcs have existed as long as the men that try to slay them. They were spawned from the wrath of Dúv when he split the earth and tore the landscape asunder. They have spread the chaos of Olc Cairn to the rest of Enduwin ever since. They do not have a divine purpose and do not strive to take over the rest of the land. If they love anything, it is Vish'Kar and Olc Cairn.

Optional Information

Advantages: The number of orcs that are solidified under Vrikdarok's rule have forced the rest of Enduwin to realize that they are more than a nuisance. More suitably stated, they are a plague of terrible power that has cut a scar into the otherwise beautiful face of Enduwin's land and refuse to be driven back to Dúv's paradise, Ifreann.

Disadvantages: The devout nature of their loyalty provides a single minded approach to any situation. While the individual commanders interpret the meaning of Vrikdarok's words, few have spoken out against his methods and retained their head.

Rules/Laws: OBEY THE LORD!

Note: 20,000 sounds op. I get that. But I have no intention of playing it like that. An army less than 20,000 is a gathering and not an army though.

[Darkmatter]

@NewSun it'll all come together so don't worry.

@inspector you're first character is accepted. Welcome aboard.

And on a side note, no Gandalf is not some old man. He is a Maia, an immortal spirit sent with four Others to combat sauron. Here see this http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maia_(Middle-earth)

Gandalf features to some extent in all five main middle earth books which far far far outreach the extent of the films. I hope you're judging this based on the films because if you've read the books and think he's even remotely human, you need to read it again.

Now let's stop bickering and be friends forever :)

[Chrononaut]

....YES. YESSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

As I run through my process of staring at a series of flashing images until an idea crops in my head. Anything in particular we need here?

[Darkmatter]

I'm loving the enthusiasm chrono

Honestly, mostly anything thing could work. I'll be using the plot to get you all together on one side of the quest or the other.

Heads up, don't expect it to be a straight up good vs evil battle royale from the get go

[FrozenEcstasy]

Gonna post this Work in Progress (WIP)

"Samuel

Character Sheet

Essential Information
Name/Aliases: Samuel "Sam" Mueler
Sex: M
Race: Human
Age: 21

Appearance:
Samuel has a rather youthful and boyish appearance, even though he's practically a man now, but that's probably because his personality never quite caught up with his age.
He has short, cropped, black hair set in such a way so his longer bangs have a prominent jut as they curl out and back toward his face. His eyes are a clear-water blue that contrast nicely with his hair, but not so much it looks icy and piercing, more over empty. He's got a cute-ish nose that's rather large and button-like. He has a set of thin, but very red lips.
Shoulders down he's a bit more obviously a man, black hair covering his pale arms and legs, both of which have some muscle definition padded down with "baby fat" as he calls it. His torso is characterized by narrow but square shoulders, they're sorta attractive but they're also sorta feminine, so it goes either way depending on the onlooker. He is rather long and lithe, yet he doesn't look like skin-and-bones.
Sam dresses in rather loose and flamboyant clothes like most Naeri. They closely resemble what we would call middle-eastern clothing with bells and curl-toed shoes, but the cloth is embroidered with incandescent thread that shines in many shades of a crystal blue when caught in the light. The entire outfit is a mixture of purples however, with a tough leather vest over a baggy shirt. It doesn't look practical for a normal person, but those who know the Naeri understand the get-up is one worn by Naeri dancers. When he dances, Samuel is rather captivating because of it's shimmer and the way the cloth flows and folds.
On occasion he sheds his traditional Dancer's outfit for commoners clothing that he most often steals. In this case he often looks very plain and even somewhat dirty, his only distinction being a sapphire earring in his left ear.

Personality:
Samuel is one of those individuals, the kind you normally don't want to make friends with. He is rather quite at first, but when he's riled he is actually extremely talkative and really annoying. It's not that he's purposefully a snarky-assed jerk, just he doesn't take to kindly to most people, especially those who are non-naeri, but then at the same time he's not overly fond of Naeri either. Most people would describe him as "anal retentive" in most social settings, and a bit childish in the way he deals with people, not that he's incapable of being a mature adult.

History:

Optional Information
Equipment: Various knives hidden in his clothing, making him completely disarm himself would probably take several minutes.
Faction (If any): Naeri?
Marital Status: Single
Magic: Passive yet Arcane, an ability known as "Nature Charming," able to speak with animals and sing certain actions out of nature itself, such as accelerating the growth of a flower. Currently only a little-bit better than parlor tricks.
Skills: Music! I shit you not! Sam is known for his incredible voice and ability to easily match the feverous steps of even the most wild races in Enduwin. This transfers into combat where it becomes extremely hard to touch the man that nicked your chin with his knife. The Naeri are known for producing such musicians, but Sam is by far the greatest of the 7 rogues. His skills, however, pales into comparison to the Naeri elders.

"Naeri"

Faction/Organization Sheet

Essential Information
Name: Naeri
Location: N/A (Nomads) The Naeri travel in large caravans and circuses. The most important is the Grand Cirk, which is 500 strong, and to be considered very dangerous to bandits.
Purpose: The Naeri are a group obsessed with life, magic, and most importantly music. They are a group dominated by those who are social outcasts, magically arcane, and musically gifted. They travel the world discovering new techniques of music, new forms of magical ability, and anything else they deem apart of the thrum of life. They are scholars, however, their books are the songs they pass from one another and not actual pages.

History: The Naeri formed a century or two ago, some think they are as old as the first villages. They sprung in the melodies of old, and they will die in the melodies of old. Their first members where simply a collection of bards and minstrels, but they have grown into a much larger group, spanning the entire continent, holding members of every race, even the most brutal. The Naeri are sometimes considered a nomadic country, however they have no actual government, only a code to live by.

They have had several spats with highway rogues and pirates, as well as those who deem themselves Necromancers. If their spats did not end soon, they often ended in blood, as the Naeri are very protective of their lifestyle, and those who threaten it are hated immensely. Despite this, they are known to accept stragglers, orphans, the homeless, widows, and any other in need of help. They are a very generous group, despite proving their rare, almost feral brutality.

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Key Members:

Naeri elders: There are four Naeri elders that travel with the Grand Cirk, a few are among some of the oldest people in Enduwin. Despite being called elders, Naeri elders can be as young as 15, like the recent successor named Sera who is currently 21. She hasn't been seen since her ceremony, leaving only 3 elders at the Cirk.

The 7 Rogues: There are seven rogue Naeri who travel without a group, which is frowned upon in their culture. it is almost treason to their faction, and all 7 are treated as outcasts, however they commune with the elders ever 5 years for some reason unknown to the rest of Enduwin, even the bulk of the Naeri. Some say it's to discuss deeply guarded secrets...

Advantages:
-Large group covering all countries, easiest way to smuggle yourself through somewhere.
-Held in high respect by travelers for the safety of following a caravan.
-Much like a large family.... Of thousands of individuals.
-Holds a large amount of arcane knowledge and history buried in the depths of their culture.

Disadvantages:
-Disrespected by most city-dwellers and "rooted" settlers.
-Can be rather inhospitable to overly negative people or those with checkered pasts wrought in blood.
-They hold none of their intelligence in books, so to study among them would be to converse with their seasoned and older individuals.
-Can sometimes hold more current gossip than current fact.

Ranks:
1: Elders
2: Cirk/Caravan Elder
3: High Minstrels (one for every major Cirk, their numbers fluctuate with Cirks)
4: Bards (a Naeri who chooses to stay in a town or city in order to help traveling Cirks and Caravans, they do not travel often.)
5: Average Caravan/Cirk members
6: The Rogues (The seven rogues are considered the least in the hierarchy.)

The Code of Naeri:
-"No soul in need shall find their necessity neglected" (Vow of Charity)
-"Your honezvr (family) is always with you, and you are always with them." (All Naeri are family, even the rogues, thus all Naeri can find home with another Naeri group, if only temporarily. In short, you can not neglect or ignore a fellow Naeri)
-"Death is necessary, but never holy." (Naeri treasure life, not death, killing is treason to their people. Naeri find death only necessary in order to protect life.)
-"Keep the glasses full, keep the laughter loud, keep the music flowing." (Be positive!)
-"Learn the tales, spin the tales." (The Naeri find it their duty to learn as many stories as they possibly can, from fairy tales to truth, and pass them along orally)

Interesting Fact: A non-Naeri scholar has yet to write down the stories the Naeri have collected as a whole, and they would be open to letting one do so. They will not, however, do so themselves.

IN PROGRESS GUYYSSSS
Hence bad punctuation and grammar.

[Darkmatter]

We have gypsy/nomadic travellers! Hurray :D