AtomicNut

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

"Umu." Pyria groaned in disappointment and dejection as the cold daggers of wind pierced through her meager and tattered clothing. Looking up at the sky, she recognized the patterns of weather shifting. It would be nice if she could find a warm and cozy place to huddle up and sleep, even though she knew she had been given the short stick. But one could only hope, right?

The dragon whelp examined her surroundings. Actium wasn't the most forthcoming of towns, and the locals were getting a little too tired of having a ten year old girl pestering them for food and lodgings. With the ever present threat of the undead, most people had hardened significantly. It wasn't helping that back in her mind, there was a nagging feeling of setting her instincts free. Burn them. Burn the hairless monkeys. Reap their flesh for your sustenance. Even she knew better than to listen to her short-sighted instincts. Sure, she could turn into her actual true form and start eating people, but in the end run, she would only make more enemies.

Clutching her quivering stomach with her manacled hand, she was instead peeking in the back of one of Actium's inn. Inns, sometimes threw up food that was still edible. She herself had seen it. But that was before her actual master had been killed. "Damn you." She said inbetween her teeth. "For a self proclaimed elite magus, you didn't last much." the kid hissed beneath her teeth as she continued rummaging through the trash.

And then, a sharp voice. "HEY, STOP MESSING WITH THAT YOU DAMN KID!" The infuriated figure of an innkeeper yelled as he strode past the inn door, frypan in hand. It was the cue to get out. Pyria bit her lip, as she started to run for it, back into the square. But it wasn't for long, as a sharp blow to the head cut her run short. How does he manage to be that accurate with a frypan- She cursed as she fell face first on the cool pavement of the square. And then, someone yanked her leg, and lifted her up in the air. Not good.

"IF I SEE YOU PROWLING AGAIN YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN THE SPECIAL ROAST, DAMN KID!" The innkeeper puffed, as he tossed Pyria against the ground -again- and picked up his frypan. Pyria was about to cry. Or would be if she was just a human kid. There was it, a newcomer in a steed. With a quick glance, she knew this guy -or was it a girl?- had some gear that a peasant couldn't possibly afford. That feathery cloak seemed particulary fancy.

"Umu." She put her best gameface and puppy eyes. Maybe she could get lucky today still. She straightened her ragged dress and got up quickly as she dragged her feet and cupped her hands, just like she had seen many beggars do before. "Spare a coin for a poor orphan?" She said, her nose bloodied by the impact and red hair frazzled up.

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Oooooooo, wouldn't it be funny if the all the heroes killed each other over a dragon whelp like two posts into the story?

@Frengo

Just as planned. Fight, puppets, fight for Pyria!

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Anyone wants to feed a poor orphan dragon kid?

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

@FateWeaver Accepted :)

@rechonq A martial artist huh? Accepted.

@AtomicNut Whatever rocks your boat; a dragon whelp is fine, although interacting with the lesser races might prove a problem if they have an aversion towards dragons, so she best keep her human form around towns full of fearful and ignorant peasant's - or overzealous soldiers. Accepted!

@BubbleGumKing No problem, we'll wait.

EDIT: I'll add the characters to the character list.

@Frengo

That's the plan. She'll probably be putting puppy eyes and begging for food or searching a new master/sponsor.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Have I ever told I'm the one of insane races? I regret nothing.

Pyria

Name:Pyria

Age:50

Gender: Female

Race: Dragon (Whelp)

Race Overview: The race of the legends. Even though it is but a waning echo nowadays, few do question the threat a mature dragon would posess. With an armor all but the most wondrous weapons can cut, a breath that can fell armies and toughness and resilience that only grows with age, the ability to fly and keen intellect and senses, there are few things who could threaten a dragon one on one. However their solitary, territorial nature, unbridled arrogance and long maturing age requirements have made them lose ground steadily to lesser, more dinamic and numerous races. The threat of the undead in the Iron Coast has probably only added more foes to their sparse numbers. A dragon can't prey on the undead for profit, afterall.

Titles: Child of the Flame

Appearance: Pyria's true nature is that of a dragon whelp the size of a horse. With glistening red scales, and expressive golden eyes, it's less scary than actually endearing and cute, in a ugly reptilian way. She keeps a single magical manacle on her left forepaw, stating the name of her (eventual) master. She can also assume the appearance of a waifish 10 year old with red unkept hair, gold eyes which usually wears a single piece gray ragged dress and the same magical manacle on her left hand. She's fond of being barefooted in such form.

Weapons: Pyria doesn't carry weapons on her own. She leaves all the work to her dragonling claws, jaws and still-maturing fire breath (who can sometimes misfire).

Abilities: She can fly well, and rip and tear flesh with her jaws and claws. Her scales are sturdy enough to resist fire, small blades like daggers (but not swords and axes) and the most basic of attack spells. She can also ignite a rather decent firebreath if she focuses enough and doesn't panic. In her human form, she, well, can run, scream, and crawl into holes...

Talents: She can stare into your soul with puppy eyes. She's also a good appraiser of the value of an item, and she seems to learn rather quickly when it comes to magic. She can speak dragon-y. She can also stay awake for days.

Magic: As a dragon, she's an innate magical potential waiting to happen. Even just if she's harvested as spell component material. She has been taught one spell: The one to assume a non-threating human form in order to serve as a mage´s familiar. She can also somewhat put up a deceptively sturdy magic barrier for a brief while.

Backstory: Fifty years ago, when the undead plague scoured the Iron Coast, a battle was fought on the Saviour's pass. By mere fluke, the Imperial Magi happened to find a nesting female dragon in the eve of the battle. The worst case scenario did not come to be, as the dragon, far from being the oldest and mightiest of her race, acknowledged the threat of the Undead as something that not even her prowess could hope to defeat, and struck a deal with the lesser races of the empire.

In return for her services, her clutch of eggs would be evacuated and nurtured in the Empire, for she wished them to live and not become the Necromancer's sacrifices. The eggs were taken by the retreating imperial forces, and the might of the she-dragon roared all over the battlefield, until the firepower of the undead forces managed to even fell her, her carcass hitting the ground after a long last stand that was never recorded in any book.

Pyria was hatched from one of such eggs, and like her brethen, were raised by the Imperial Magi, and distributed among certain mages of respect as elite familiar companions. Pyria and her master soon jumped in the call for arms against the undead. Not only because the money and fame, which were the main reason of her master, but because she wanted to know where her true roots were.

Unfortunately, said master perished all too soon in an undead raid, leaving the still young dragon stranded and lost, like a street orphan child of the human races.

Starting Location: Actium

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

Darío Díaz AKA Lobo

Full Name: Darío Díaz Cuesta

Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Lobo AKA Wolf.

Age:67

Personality: Darío is a driven man, and he likes to focus in any task he has committed himself to do with the utmost care and dedication. While coming usually harsh, hard to approach and abrasive, he has a surprisingly insightful and philosophical side, and he's a self proclaimed Stoic in the vein of Marcus Aurelius. While his wording might be outright rude, he rarely denies advice nor help when people seeks him specifically, and he's surprisingly civil with the environment and animals (he particulary loves dogs and wolves). He also makes no distinction between people. They're all humans in his eyes.

Darío's loyalty is known to be hard to obtain, as nobody in 50 years has been able to pull such a feat, but like the Wolf, he will follow anyone worthy into the depths of hell if need be. The same can be said about his emmity. He's methodical and throughout with his foes, and once he's set, no amount of negotiation will change his mind. He can't be reasoned with. He can't be made to cower.

Likes: Classical History and Philosophy, Animals, Kids, Napping under a tree, Dedication, No Nonsense, Honesty

Dislikes: Fascists, Sycophants, Hypocrites, Cramped Urban Environments.

Fears: Dying before the Reich is overthrown. Besides that, NOTHING.

Appearance(If you have a pic, just a short paragraph): Nobody in the Reich knows what he looks like nowadays, as the last picture they had of him was in a prisoner camp in 1945. Those who came too close with the truth, were met with an early, swift and gruesome end. He looks a little older than he is due to hardships in life. He is nevertheless of average height and weight, and despite his advanced age, he looks fit and slim, and one can tell he has a physical form and vigor not much different than someone at its peak. Clearly age has just given him wrinkles and white hairs, but he hasn't slowed him in the slightlest. He prefers to don unconspicious disguises and clothes, like factory workers and janitors.

Relations(Friends and Family): Lobo was never big on relations. He's on friendly terms and such with fellow resistance members and he has befriended people half across the globe that could be classified as "Subhuman" by the Reich. He had a wife before with a couple of kids but they became victims of the World Order sooner or later, as such he doesn't go beyond acquaintance level nowadays.

Location(Where do they live?): Montainous outskirts of Madrid, in an old but well fitted stone cottage. Planning to move even closer in the heart of the Reich.

Occupation/Talents(Job, and/or what are they good at): Shepherd, Philosopher, occasional Hunter... and Partisan for 50 years. Among his repertoire he can count being a crack shot with bolt action rifles (he's average with most automatic weapons, though), an skilled survivalist and tracker, a decent first aid helper, a good tactician and even a mixed martial artist (courtesy of his eastern acquaintances). He's probably one of the remaining notable figures of the resistance, by virtue of outliving anyone else.

Superhuman Ability Name: Adamant Will. (If it can be called superhuman... It could be aswell being really ballsy.)

Ability Description: To sum it up, he is the only true master of his mind. No external interference can pry much beyond, and those lucky enough to get a reading, they find an unsettling yawning abyss that seems to be gazing BACK at the intruder. The same thing can be said about pain, and mind altered states. No amount of injury, barring extreme brain damage, will affect his cognitive ability significantly. He also requires an absurd amount of sedatives to be just put down. He cannot even despair, nor succumb to fear. Even if someone were to cut his arms, legs and shoot half his face, he would still try to CRAWL and BITE the offender.

Opinion on Ubermensch: They're interesting individuals. But they're all wasting their potential, by chaining themselves to an oppressive regime, when they could be helping all of humanity in general.

Opinion on the Nazis: The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi. There's no forgiveness nor repentance for the bastards after what they did to his country, his family and even himself in a prisoner camp. He does make a distinction between people just doing his job and authentic believers in the cause, though.

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

And done. To be honest, he was captured in 1944, but he escaped soon after... They got too cocky when playing with needles and they couldn't predict his evasion.

He can't pass out due to shock. He will still bleed to death tho. Not super durable. It's just that he won't stop squirming until he dies.

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

It's more like "passes automatically all willpower rolls". Being immune to mind tampering is a side effect.

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

Darío Díaz AKA Lobo

Full Name: Darío Díaz Cuesta

Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Lobo AKA Wolf.

Age:67

Personality: Darío is a driven man, and he likes to focus in any task he has committed himself to do with the utmost care and dedication. While coming usually harsh, hard to approach and abrasive, he has a surprisingly insightful and philosophical side, and he's a self proclaimed Stoic in the vein of Marcus Aurelius. While his wording might be outright rude, he rarely denies advice nor help when people seeks him specifically, and he's surprisingly civil with the environment and animals (he particulary loves dogs and wolves). He also makes no distinction between people. They're all humans in his eyes.

Darío's loyalty is known to be hard to obtain, as nobody in 50 years has been able to pull such a feat, but like the Wolf, he will follow anyone worthy into the depths of hell if need be. The same can be said about his emmity. He's methodical and throughout with his foes, and once he's set, no amount of negotiation will change his mind. He can't be reasoned with. He can't be made to cower.

Likes: Classical History and Philosophy, Animals, Kids, Napping under a tree, Dedication, No Nonsense, Honesty

Dislikes: Fascists, Sycophants, Hypocrites, Cramped Urban Environments.

Fears: Dying before the Reich is overthrown. Besides that, NOTHING.

Appearance(If you have a pic, just a short paragraph): Nobody in the Reich knows what he looks like nowadays, as the last picture they had of him was in a prisoner camp in 1945. Those who came too close with the truth, were met with an early, swift and gruesome end. He looks a little older than he is due to hardships in life. He is nevertheless of average height and weight, and despite his advanced age, he looks fit and slim, and one can tell he has a physical form and vigor not much different than someone at its peak. Clearly age has just given him wrinkles and white hairs, but he hasn't slowed him in the slightlest. He prefers to don unconspicious disguises and clothes, like factory workers and janitors.

Relations(Friends and Family): Lobo was never big on relations. He's on friendly terms and such with fellow resistance members and he has befriended people half across the globe that could be classified as "Subhuman" by the Reich. He had a wife before with a couple of kids but they became victims of the World Order sooner or later, as such he doesn't go beyond acquaintance level nowadays.

Location(Where do they live?): Montainous outskirts of Madrid, in an old but well fitted stone cottage. Planning to move even closer in the heart of the Reich.

Occupation/Talents(Job, and/or what are they good at): Shepherd, Philosopher, occasional Hunter... and Partisan for 50 years. Among his repertoire he can count being a crack shot with bolt action rifles (he's average with most automatic weapons, though), an skilled survivalist and tracker, a decent first aid helper, a good tactician and even a mixed martial artist (courtesy of his eastern acquaintances). He's probably one of the remaining notable figures of the resistance, by virtue of outliving anyone else.

Superhuman Ability Name: Adamant Will. (If it can be called superhuman... It could be aswell being really ballsy.)

Ability Description: To sum it up, he is the only true master of his mind. No external interference can pry much beyond, and those lucky enough to get a reading, they find an unsettling yawning abyss that seems to be gazing BACK at the intruder. The same thing can be said about pain, and mind altered states. No amount of injury, barring extreme brain damage, will affect his cognitive ability significantly. He also requires an absurd amount of sedatives to be just put down. He cannot even despair, nor succumb to fear. Even if someone were to cut his arms, legs and shoot half his face, he would still try to CRAWL and BITE the offender.

Opinion on Ubermensch: They're interesting individuals. But they're all wasting their potential, by chaining themselves to an oppressive regime, when they could be helping all of humanity in general.

Opinion on the Nazis: The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi. There's no forgiveness nor repentance for the bastards after what they did to his country, his family and even himself in a prisoner camp. He does make a distinction between people just doing his job and authentic believers in the cause, though.

Sonnenaufgang (Sunrise)

Can people still be part of the resistance, even after decades?