akje

Let This Be My Last Touch

I can try and ask around and look for more players.
Any specific kind you're looking for?

Who Wants To Go On An Adventure!!! (FULL)

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If Furnace wears a pointed gnome hat, consider him saved.

Edit: "The chanthes thath I would thave a gnome are thlim." grumbled Vis, almost whincing with each lisp.

@Voltus_Ventus

Getting him a hat could be our first quest! The finest hat in the lands.

The Blood Compact

ive started moving stuff forwards for people who have SOLDIER characters or are gonna make one

@Kurai Assassin

Not sure if there currently are active SOLDIER characters.
There should be. Maybe I should make one. Or five...
Oh and I have Hale kicking around there, but I'm not sure what to do with him right now.

The Blood Compact

I haven't seen @grombus in a while.

@Wraithblade6

Yup, I have a way in for him when he returns. When this 'story arc' comes to completion he'll need to be there, but that'll take a while.
And if push comes to shove there is a backup plan.
The backup plan involves needles.

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@The Wanderer
Since I have so much money I can also help when it comes to buying you some equipment if need be. On another note, I wonder how the necromancer and blight druid will react/treat me once they realize I'm afraid of the undead. (I actually chose that weakness for that specific reason, and because I couldn't think of anything else. :P)

@gammaflux

It's why I had to have an undead flavor bit in my character.
But he doesn't even know he can do that yet. Will be interesting/traumatic/hilarious to find out.

Anyways..
So do we know each other? Do we know some people? Does anyone want to be the person who saved Furnace?
Would make my character's motivation easy.

My time zone is +1 btw.

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I knew I was weak but damn! I'm weak! The least HP of everyone!

@Voltus_Ventus

I have a feeling I'll have less.

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Furnace

Appearance: Tall for a gnome, short to anything else. His skin is sickly pale and long straw like white hair has a hint of faded red.
His limbs are scarred with fire and chains. He wears grey rags and a thick leather apron. He is covered in soot and grime.
His jet black eyes suggest his fey herritage, the grey lines under it suggest he hasn't enjoyed much sleep lately, or even ever.
Race: Bleachling Gnome
Class: Blight Druid
Main-Hand Weapon: Steel broadsword sized and balanced for an Orcish Warlord.
Off-Hand Weapon: the broadsword is too large for Furnace, so it becomes a two-hander for him.
Secondary Weapon: smiting hammer
Armor: rags and a leather apron
Powers:
Immolate: Furnace can naturally burn his own and readily available energy sources. The flames either fan out to scorch everything nearby or concentrate to melt metal. This requires concentration to manifest, but just energy or fuel to maintain.
Enervate: Furnace can force energy to become positively charged, if he infuses this into a living being it heals wounds and energizes the creature.
Animate: He can also force energy to become negatively charged, this has the opposite effect as Enervate does. He doesn't know it, but he can use it to heal undead and temporarily animate corpses.
Skills: Crafting(Forging weapons and industrial tools), spell-craft(specialty: energy flows) , appraise (he can tell the structural integrity and purity of objects and materials, he has no concept of monetary value though.)
Weaknesses: He has never met a real person. Thus he has no idea how anything social works. Everything is new and wondrous to him.
A former slave he has a weak will and no instincts to speak of. He can easily be bullied around and clings to anyone who shows him kindness.
Personality: Annoyingly submissive, unnaturally calm, depressingly accepting, surprisingly hopeful.

Background: At a very young age, before he had a chance to acquire memories or even a name, Furnace was taken from his home in a bandit raid.
The bandits spared his life when they had seen his race's knack for magical fire, so they decided to "raise" him for that purpose.
This meant stick him in a small cell made of stone and devoid of light. The only opening and sliver of light was the entrance to their war furnaces. Which he was forced to keep alive day and night for as long as he could remember. Though he never got to see his captors, just the weapons of war he made, he was able to catch parts of conversations through the roaring blaze. This way he managed to learn the language but not much else. Since they never bothered to name him he concluded his name was Furnace.
Alone and shackled Furnace toiled through in timeless darkness until one day, months, years or decades later a voice spoke from the earth.
"What do you desire child?"
He had pointed at the small light at the end of his jail.
"Freedom? One day.."
For years to come the voice would come back sporadically and talk to Furnace.
Never did the otherworldly being reveal his origin or goals.
Furnace didn't care. He learned to channel his energy rather than burn it into the air.
He learned of other creatures, races, worlds outside.
And with every bit of knowledge his craving for freedom grew.
The voice always preached patience.
One day there was a loud commotion outside the forge. Screaming and the clash of weapons.
Weapons which sound Furnace recognized, against those he didn't.
Hopefully he dared to let the fires die.
A hand reached into the pit and helped him out, broke the shackles. Furnace was free and blinked as he saw the sun for the first time.

Other: There is a strange creature from other worlds who's taken an interest in Furnace.

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Martin seemed unfazed by the revelations of wars or bloodbaths.
"Truely you can amass enough influence to let me pass through and leave with the blade, so that I might secure it.
So it may be contained and-"
Martin froze up as Llusia spoke. He hadn't noticed her, and even though he always expected to miss things, she caught him mid ramble.
He took a deep breath and spun around to greet her.
"The question of what I am is a loaded one indeed. For on one side I am a mere nameless, faceless, senseless mortal.
But one shouldn't care for what I am m'am. But for what I could be to you.
A broker of power, a brilliant well of information." Martin looked Llusia up and down. "...A plaything."
He grinned a mischievous smile to hide the instincts in the back of his head as they panicked over his position.

"The reason you wish to conspire, is the wide array of things I hold that interest you.
Powers, locations, weaknesses and predictions.
My payment in blades and hours."
Martin bowed again.

"In the spirit of polite greeting I shall give you a free puzzle piece:
You have identified the key, but not the lock."

The Blood Compact

So... I am home again. Change of plans offline.
Also. Phone works well for this site, this is easyer to navigate than I thought.

Anyways. What do. We can try and write the characters out of the story, we can also cut up the spoils and divide control. Wraith you wanna take Gabe? I'll take Magnus.
*Evil grin*

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I'll be online sporradically this weekend as I have no pc. Currently posting from my phone.

There will be some spelling errors now since the phone has no correction.