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~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@The Angry Goat That's fine, whenever you are free, no rush. Y'Vanna will be alright, just a bit concust. I'm hoping to get a brief dialogue between the cellies until I bring on the next portion of the plot. This is the first official gathering of the group.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

NPC's and Antagonists:

Vallec Von Brandt

Currency: --
Ammunition: 6 shots
Status: N/A

Vallec Von Brandt

Age: 34
Race: Human
Origin: Guillan
Occupation: Master at Arms to the High King
Demeanor: Collected, Straightforward, Militant
Disposition: Engaging, Tact, Vindictive

Skillsets-

Authority-5
Contacts/Retainers-5
Perception-3
Persuasion-3

Background-

Vallec is Master at Arms to the High King, Emperor to all of the lands of the Nines. He was a confidant, advisor, and enforcer to the entire city of Guillan. He is very well acclimated to the soldier way of life, from the battlefields to the high polished marble of the courts. His military prowess was gained through many battles in his career as a soldier for the Imperial Army. He had proven himself many times. He had grown up with the High King, and they played often as children, as his father was also a consort to the previous king, and father to the current.
Vallec is very intelligent, and many believe that he is completely capable of conveying his agendas through the High King. His words fall upon the King's ear with heavy weight as it were, and often times it was unclear just who's interests were being served. He has earned the nickname "Hound of the Nines" from his title, and his reputation as a loyal dog, who would attack anything that threatens it's master. This name was a fitting one.

Personal Effects-

Fine silver sabre, Royally issued for his title and prominence. Ornately decorated.
Matching dagger. Long, stiletto type design with matching details to the sabre.
Scabbard and belts.
Ornate medium caliber flintlock pistol. Immaculate
Leather studded and plated armor. Well crafted and seasoned. Well fitting and decorated.
High leather boots.
Seal of the High King
Letter of prominence.

Knights of the Stars (Sci-fi Mecha)

Still waiting to hear if this is still open or not? Character is submitted. Guessing there are openings if people are dropping out.. Also, not a good sign..

Vallec Von Brandt

Age: 34
Race: Human
Origin: Guillan
Occupation: Master at Arms to the High King
Demeanor: Collected, Straightforward, Militant
Disposition: Engaging, Tact, Vindictive

Skillsets-

Authority-5
Contacts/Retainers-5
Perception-3
Persuasion-3

Background-

Vallec is Master at Arms to the High King, Emperor to all of the lands of the Nines. He was a confidant, advisor, and enforcer to the entire city of Guillan. He is very well acclimated to the soldier way of life, from the battlefields to the high polished marble of the courts. His military prowess was gained through many battles in his career as a soldier for the Imperial Army. He had proven himself many times. He had grown up with the High King, and they played often as children, as his father was also a consort to the previous king, and father to the current.
Vallec is very intelligent, and many believe that he is completely capable of conveying his agendas through the High King. His words fall upon the King's ear with heavy weight as it were, and often times it was unclear just who's interests were being served. He has earned the nickname "Hound of the Nines" from his title, and his reputation as a loyal dog, who would attack anything that threatens it's master. This name was a fitting one.

Personal Effects-

Fine silver sabre, Royally issued for his title and prominence. Ornately decorated.
Matching dagger. Long, stiletto type design with matching details to the sabre.
Scabbard and belts.
Ornate medium caliber flintlock pistol. Immaculate.
Leather studded and plated armor. Well crafted and seasoned. Well fitting and decorated.
High leather boots.
Seal of the High King
Letter of prominence.

Looking For Active Partners (Mature, Descriptive/Advanced only)

Bump.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@The Angry Goat @Genbor @Peaceless @YungTweak, I added a rule to the flintlock rolls and mod. If you score a 10 on a roll, then the -2 mod is negated and the shot is spot on, or head shot similar.. This can be found on the zero page in the IC board for easy reference.

If you guys have any additions of your own regarding the rules I am more than willing to hear them out and possibly amend the current ones as they stand, so don't be shy. My goal is everyone's enjoyment, not their stresses...

@The Angry Goat, I suppose I could make a similar roll for when someone is crafting an item, or repairing one, as is also applicable to your character @Peaceless, (I mean it could be applied to everyone, but your two characters craft a lot so..). Like the success of the roll determines the effectiveness of the crafted item, repair, etc..

I have also added another character for use in the near future.. Vallec Von Brandt. You can find his sheet under Y'Vanna's in the character list. I will introduce him after a brief bit of dialogue in the current scene.
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4472963

I am also creating a zero page in the Character list to keep up with all NPC's and antagonists so everyone will have easy access to them as well.

Also a reminder for everyone to update their Currency during the incarceration.. No need to strike weapons or other stuff, no need to rewrite everything. Also amending the CS to add a Status slot under Currency and ammo, if everyone could match mine that'd be great. This will keep up with everyones current statuses, injuries, intoxication, etc.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Guillan- Royal Complex Dungeons, early morning..

Y’Vanna’s nostrils were filled with the stench of stale air and mildew as she wrenched herself from the dungeon floor. She winced as she ran a hand across her face, as bits of dirt and straw had clung to the coagulated blood were torn from her wounds. She propped herself up as the throbbing pain coursed over her forehead and cheek, and the agony and pain was worse than her worst hangover had ever been. The room was dimly lit by the warm colors of distant hearths and hanging torches, none of which were very close to the small cells but could be seen from down the halls. Drops of water hitting small stagnant pools sounded like small bells chiming in processions in the background.

She rubbed her fingers over her brow and winced, the guards helmet opened up a nasty slice which still bled even though hours had passed. It was a smooth cut and bled profusely as most clean ones tended to do. She had barely recalled how she had gotten her wounds, though the memory of it all was returning to her, riding the throbbing waves of pain of her head. It all happened so very fast, and Y’Vanna was still unclear of what has caused the events as they had unfolded. Disoriented and foggy, she began to piece it all back together. She was both happy and saddened by the fact that Gail was shackled to her ankle. Glad that he was safe at least, and could be accounted for, but also sad, sad that they were both is such a terrible predicament. She realized that she felt a bit lighter than usual, and this feeling was due to her saber and dagger belts had been relieved from her.. And then the thought of it came rushing in.. the dust! She panicked and began to fidget and feel around for it, giving a sigh of relief once her fingers fell over the small lump in her crotch. There it was, still wrapped in the leather scrap and snug in it’s place.

“Oh, thank the Nines…” she said with relief.

Relieved indeed. She glanced about hoping that her feigning had not been with an audience. She was both embarrassed and ashamed that she was so dependent on the stuff. Not so much that she’d ever give a thought to giving it up.. At least not anytime soon that is. She tugged at the leather and did her best to free it from her waist as fast as she could. She pulled the leather open to find that the vial had broken, but remained mostly intact. There was only a small bit left anyway, but it was enough to get her up and out of the daze she was in. She brushed the glass shards from the small mound of powder with a finger, thankful that the glass had broken fairly neatly. She looked at it briefly before sniffing it up.. down the hatch it went. She shook out the leather and folded it, placing back under her waistline once more.

She hadn’t seen her wounds, but she could tell they would need some mending judging by the extent of the pain they were causing. This pain was waning though. Another perk of the dust was that it was also a very effective anesthetic and the effects were almost instantaneous. This alleviation allowed her to focus more on what had happened the night prior. She could still smell the cinnamon from the sweet loaf on her fingers. A small flicker of comfort in an otherwise void environment. She pulled the shackled leg in close to her and the weight of the large metal shackle and chain could be felt. She hoped that she hadn't disturbed Gail in her doing so. She had many times experienced this in her short life, being incarcerated, shackled. The feelings of confinement were not new to her, though it was still a terrible feeling. She valued her freedom, perhaps more than anything else, and her agitation was always heightened when this was jeopardized. Her plight was presumably shared by her partner in crime, and she hoped it wasn’t a terrible shock to Gail’s senses. She pursed a small smile when she had recalled his valiant efforts to keep her from sharing his ill-met fate.

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

@BingTheWing I understand that. What if the two (and possibly a third?) traveled together from France, all from the same establishment (as a sort of makeshift family) fleeing the plague for better odds in the Americas.. only to find their efforts are in vain? They are definitely hardened from their upbringings in poverty stricken environments, hand over fist type characters. No surviving contacts to speak of so they just uprooted overnight. They are tooth and nail, gritty, and aren't shy about "doing deeds that need be done". Real frontier like women. I will most likely make a single sheet containing all of them and post accordingly as well.

I can handle more than one character within a post, and it would be easier to keep up with in all of the boards as well. Is there a CS template you have in mind that I can adhere to? Any other info on attributes or skillsets? I'm not usually into the whole zombie thing (don't get me wrong TWD is fine and all, just a bit played out) but this one has got my attention..

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

@BingTheWing Yes I know. That's why I said they'd needed to be tweaked. I'm also completely fine with them being mistreated.. They are whores.. hahah!! I can put them back to their original origins (Ireland and France) or figure out some sort of backstory that puts them there. Or maybe they could be a pair of undercover cleaners/hunters, who traveled there under the guise of service providers to ensure that the grey rot doesn't spread further to the colonies? Whatever you think.. One practices voodoo, so that would be interesting in the mix of things..

Whatever works for you, just let me know. I have been dying to use them so I don't mind making alternate CS's for them, (I have multiples on some of my characters already due to this sort of thing) so it isn't a big deal.

Here is a writing sample too:
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/167580-winds-of-fate-a-thiefs-adventure/ic

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

I'm interested. I have a few characters in mind just for this sort of thing too.. They are similar in period and location but they will probably need to be tweaked. I'm also making a few more. i'm currently in the process of beefing up my character compendium sooo..

Marie - Claire Thibodaux

Marie - Claire Thibodaux

Origin: French Quarter, New Orleans
Age: 28
Ethnicity: French Creole
Religion: Voodoo
Occupation: Prostitute, Opportunist
Place of Employment: Burgundy Street/Independant
Demeanor: Strong Willed, Determined
Disposition: Cynical, Abrasive, Superstitious
Motivation: Money, Survival

Skillsets-

Pickpocketing
Dosing/poisoning
Seduction
Gift of Gab
Perception

Background-

To Be Determined...

Personal Effects-

Attire- Regency style dress, usually a drab green or blue, chemise, sheer leggings, modest shoes.
Small stiletto blade
Two barrel Derringer pistol
Small coin purse
Hand bag, fabric/silver
Small vial of perfume
Small assortment of vials: drugs, and some vials of mild to lethal poisons
Empty silver locket- used to hold powdered drugs/poisons for easier distribution
Various voodoo trinkets

Abigail O'Connell

Origin: French Quarter, New Orleans
Age: 28
Ethnicity: Black Irish
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Prostitute, Opportunist
Place of Employment: The Black Swan off of Burgundy Street
Demeanor: lustful, Straightforward, Collected
Disposition: Opportunistic, Callous, Tactful
Motivation: Greed, Personal Gains

Skillsets-

Seduction
Silver tongue- negotiation
Dosing/Poisoning
Contacts/Retainers- connected
Distraction

Background-

Abigail holds a management position at The Black Swan, a brothel on Burgundy Street, and only a few blocks away from the banks mighty Mississippi. She was also rumored to be a ring leader to a criminal outfit known as the Burgundy's, a small gang made up entirely of women. These women were alleged to have been the cause of many disappearances in the area. They were all known swindlers and turncoats, cutthroats and pickers.. Theories surrounding them include a long string of poisoning incidents which may or may not be linked to the group. Also said to be responsible for a number of cons and other business related crimes. It is unclear who the members of the group are, and the exact number of members is also unknown at this time.

Abigail is highly seductive, and is extremely manipulative. As a manager at the Black Swan, she is well known and extremely connected. She is very good at talking, and negotiations tend to bend in her favor, especially when dealing with the opposite sex. She was also known to be very unforgiving on the girls who worked under her thumb. The brothel was a very lucrative establishment, even in the hardest of times.. And the hardest of times was the norm on Burgundy..

Where there was a coin to be had, Miss Abigail would have it. The girls under her authority dubbed her "The Duchess" on account of her ruling nature, but she did take care of them. Under her cold façade one would find a love for them buried somewhere within her soul. It would be a hard find, and an arduous journey at best. The girls were afforded protection, and guidance from Misses O'Connell, but it was not without a price either. Oh no... everybody pays up on Burgundy, even Abigail had someone to pay up to. She was no exception.. There were none..

Personal Effects-

Fancy black or red evening gown, chemise, sheer leggings, fancy fabric and leather shoes, satin gloves
Silver necklace and pendant- garnets
Stiletto blade- finely crafted
Powder compact- embossed silver
Hand bag- small, alligator with silver trim
Long stemmed tobacco pipe
Small folded paper- containing sweet tobacco and a small amount of opium in tar form
Small caliber flintlock pistol- mother of pearl