[OOC] Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

[Snarfulblast]

@Zelosse I don't know how to start my post! HALP!

[OtomostheCrazy]

@Snarfulblast@Zelosse

Me too, please. I have no idea where to put Kaathe now.

[Snarfulblast]

@OtomostheCrazy After we "sneak" in have him "capture" us.

[TheDarkTemplar]

@SnarfulblastHave Karl wake with a hangover and be like, "Wtf, who dis? Where me? Wah gwan?"

@OtomostheCrazyKaathe could be in the halls and run into Teagen and Tabetha

[Snarfulblast]

@TheDarkTemplar Yes. This will be comedy gold.

[TheDarkTemplar]

@OtomostheCrazywhat's more you could write what he did that day that leads up to him presently.

[Javi Wash]

<Snipped quote by Javi Wash>

Of course!

@Zelosse

Do I post my CS here or in the Character tab?

[boomlover]

Must... post... something of value.

[Zelosse]

@Javi Wash post it here. If you need help pm me

[OtomostheCrazy]

'kay I'll probably post something either tonight or tomorrow.

[Zelosse]

@Snarfulblast@OtomostheCrazy

Karl awakens from a daze and stumbles around. Voices assault him and Theo becomes concerned. He can see something is wrong.

Kaathe wanders the city streets coming to terms with the loss of his new found loves defection.

Dwarf lass follows along to avoid being stuck with the blame and the bill.

[Snarfulblast]

@Zelosse To late post is up!

[OtomostheCrazy]

@Zelosse

Cythlla defected? When?

[boomlover]

is anyone going to post?

[Snarfulblast]

@boomlover I did. Or are you talking about after my post?

[boomlover]

@Snarfulblast yep

[Zelosse]

@OtomostheCrazy Well to be official, Cucoruler ditched the RP right after the... unpleasantness.

Also I've found what its gonna look like when they find Theo and ask what the hell he's doing.

This right here.

[Groompy]

WORK IN PROGRESS

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Name: Gavlan Bitterstout
Age: 230 Years Old
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Rank: Templar

Personality:
The manners and charisma of a mountain dwarf, if he's not busy drinking himself silly or punching the guy in the seat next to him, he's probably either buried in the ground or busy putting something or someone else in the ground. Like most Dwarves, Gavlan is stout, and trustworthy, but incredibly stubborn. He'll hold onto a grudge longer than he can even remember why he had it in the first place. Not to say his memory is terrible, in fact, it's quite accurate, but if anyone lived a lifestyle like his, they would find they had a shit list a mile long. A stalwart battle companion, Gavlan is capable in almost any situation, except sea battle because he despises water. He is a dwarf of few words, if not well chosen ones; in his line of work, the less said the better. His solitary life is devoted to hunting down the fiercest creatures in Miras. He does not back down from any bounty or claim, and has maimed, burned, slashed, punched, hacked, smashed, and, on one occasion, bitten his way to glory. It's impossible to keep this Dwarf down.

Anyone that spends enough time with Gavlan will quickly note his deranged humor, and strange behaviors. Hunting in solitude for over a hundred years does that to a person.

Bio:
Gavlan was born high in the most northern mountains of Miras, as is such, he grew up in the harshest environments, which made him even more sturdy than most Dwarves; this would come in handy later in life for him as a bounty hunter. Although, he was the model Dwarf in the eyes of his mother and father, he was quite bored of their lifestyle. He did not share in his brother's or father's love of blacksmithing, or mining, but preferred to be outside the mountain, exploring the landscape. He would conquer mountains and hunt down beasts in the wild, all in solitude. As this was, he was not around in the halls of his mountain when tragedy struck; the merciless mountain trolls that inhabited the area had banded together for a surprise attack. Their sheer numbers wiped out his entire tribe and family. They had fought valiantly, but for ever dwarf there was another ten trolls. When Gavlan returned from his hunt, his home had been reduced to rubble, and the stench of blood filled the air. The extreme grief and pain he felt was only matched by his desire for revenge. Taking out his sharpened greatsword he roared with denial in the face of his fallen homeland, and, with ruthless conviction, he bathed the the destroyed halls of his heritage in the blood of its killers. He hunted down any last surviving troll, driven by an endless fury, repaying their cruelty in kind even their beastly nature could not match.

He was now truly alone. The only thing to accompany him in his long journeys was his grief, and the bitterness he felt at the world. He spent many long years as a rover, living off the land and living by the bottle. Any gold he acquired was quickly and predictably spent on spirits. It wasn't until he had finally hit the lowest point in his life that he was directed to the The Knights of the Dawn Covenant by a friend of his who was concerned about his stench and his dirty, matted hairy face. Although, his original reasoning for joining the covenant was purely based upon monetary gain, he learned to appreciate aspects of their values; specifically, how quickly they bring vengeance to their enemies. His interpretation of vengeance is a little more brutal than most hold, but most certainly effective. His preference to work alone is not adored by his superiors, but they cannot deny that he is an invaluable asset to the covenant. His experience with the covenant has spanned fifty years, despite his comrades constant assurances that his next mission would be the one to finally end his miserable old life. But time and again he would prove them wrong, and before the door would even so much as shut, he would be marching back out into the war driven world with a steely gaze, and his hands clenched around the familiar warmness of Naptime.

Weapons:
Throughout his years, Gavlan has used almost every weapon under the Sun, but none could match his love for his tried and true battle axe. He claims to have found it deep within the catacombs of a remote mountain, and that it's over a thousand years old; however, if you asked anyone else, they would tell you that he swindled it in a fixed bar bet. His name for his weapon is Naptime, although, most people he introduces it to take more than a long nap.

Naptime

Magic:
He's about as magical as a rock to the face. "Hey you! CATCH!"

Other:
- Scars on nearly every part of his body.
- Cares very little about his safety, but cares a lot about the job at hand.
- Would have been able to retire years ago, but still spends every gold piece he gets on liquor.
- Probably wouldn't have wanted to retire anyway.

Post Example:
Noting the obvious footprints left in the dirt, Gavlan heaved his satchel over his shoulder, and gazed off into the distance. "Can't have gone too far..." He whispered under his breath. Nothing now could prevent his prey's brutal incoming demise; once he had their scent, no obstacle could stop him. A hill giant had been terrorizing the local populous: stealing their livestock, crushing their crops, and, quite recently, destroying their town hall. If it had been a brighter giant, though none such exist, it would have kept to the small annoyances as to not evoke the wrath of the covenant. As it was, Gavlan was now on its trail. "Ah, yes." Gavlan noticed a large opening in the side of the mountain that would suitably fit a giant that the trail lead off to. Climbing up the steep rocks, making sure not to make any noise as he did so, he readied himself to surprise his foe.

Peering over the ledge, hidden from view by rocks, he saw his prey clear as the sweat dripping from his beard. It was sitting, sharpening what was once an entire tree in front of its cave, and humming to itself. Even while sitting, it still towered over any human, or elf, muscles making it look quite like the boulder it rested upon. Gavlan took a quick sip from his flask, and began to skirt along the edges of the flat piece of rock the giant called home. Through clever maneuvering, he was now directly above the giant, axe poised and ready to strike down his immense foe. Letting forth a mighty cry, Gavlan plunged off his perch. The giant immediately looked up, and immediately regretted it. If not for the giant's tough skull, Gavlan's axe would have tore its face vertically down the middle and continued onward. As it was, the axe was jammed into its face, handle sticking up into the air. The giant gave a cry of pain, echoing across the valley, as Gavlan landed near its feet. The giant swatted at the ground blindly, as blood rained from the gash in its face. Easily dodging every face crushing swing that the giant sent his way, Gavlan took out his hunting dagger, and jammed it with all his might into its calf. Buckling over in agony, the giant gave a wail pain, and was now bent on the ground trying to pull the axe of its blood soaked face. "Here, let me help you with that, ya' stupid brute." Gavlan shouted with battle rage running strong through his blood. Picking up a sizable rock off the ground, and with all his muscles flexing, he slammed the rock into the flat side of the head of the axe, breaking the giant's grasping hand, and shoving the blade mercilessly through its skull. With its last breath, the giant let out a long groan and collapsed on the ground in a bloody heap. Chuckling to himself, Gavlan took out his flask, again, and downed it entirely.

After excavating his axe from the giant's mangled head with a few choice swear words here and there, Gavlan reached his hand inside its mouth and yanked out a tooth as a show of proof. If not for inconvenience he would've taken its entire head along with him, but the journey was long, so a simple tooth would be good enough. His tunic drenched in blood, he doubted many would question the validity of his claim, anyway. Turning to face the view from the mountainside, he began his climb back down.

"There had better be an empty seat at that tavern."

Theme Song:

[Zelosse]

Accepted. Accepted so hard. DWARVES!

(DT might need you to do a post example still.)

[Groompy]

Hey, guys. Zelosse showed me this thread and it looked like a ton of fun, so here's my character. It's not quite finished, yet, but I hope you decide to let me in on the action !