AtomicNut

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

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If Sykes wants one too, he can always ask. One might be surprised at who answers his request.

@Thinslayer

No he's happy. His default reaction is disapproves -100.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Avali
Looks good. Now I have to decide whether Grace will be given the Mark of the Hero, and if so, how to mechanize it...

@Thinslayer

Sykes grumblingly disapproves -50.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

Wayfarer's Guild

Name:Wayfarer's Guild. Also know as the "Adventurer's guild."

Race/Faction: Any except Ouroboros. In fact the Wayfarer's guild greatest draw is that anyone can apply, without discrimination, as long as you respect the political neutrality.
Age: Since the foundation of Cordath
Description: The guild of Wayfarers is the umbrella term for rogues, sellswords, tomb-raiders, explorers, beast slayers or just people who love to travel and bring exotic gifts in general. Nobody can pin exactly what they do, merely they do what people do not dare or do not bother to even consider because of the danger. It all boils down to one thing. Get rich and famous or die trying. That's all there to it.

One could believe that such an environment would lead to great grudges and a very dysfunctional guild, but there is camaraderie among adventurers (or "wayfarers" as they like themselves to call). The Code of the Way has saved many from an untimely death, and it involves helping other Wayfarers in need, always allowing a fellow Wayfarer to share a shelter, and save all the disputes for the Guild's mediation. Nothing has killed more Wayfarers than quarrels over the loot.

Motivation: Gold, coin and the thrill of adventure, of course!
History:Initially an offspring of the Courier's guild, created in order to protect the message carriers over the more dangerous roads, soon it grew beyond its initial scope and actively sought out to root out dangers in the roads and find treasurers to bring back to the guild. With the reform of the Code of the Way, the guild achieved the form and status it has today. The Guild of Wayfarers may not be the most reputed, nor the most influential, but the sole mention of the Guild being contracted in (increasingly) common military contracts have sent chills down the spine to anyone who has been unlucky enough to be in the wrong end of one of their contracts.

The current organization of the guild has a dozen of veterans, and several dozen of recruits and inexperienced Wayfarers. This has always been the case, as advancement in the guild carries an important risk of death due to all the hazardous tasks they're employed into.

Strengths: The Guild of Wayfarers is pretty adaptable to any kind of situation, as it is comprised of a hard core of battle-tested survivors, which they are resourceful and utterly fearless.

Weakness: Despite the best efforts to put an united front, the lone wolf nature of Wayfarers makes coordination a bit dicey at times, few of the new recruits will live to become seasoned Wayfarers due to a staggering mortality rate in contracts, and they do have a poor social reputation due to the fact they draw all sorts of rogues and halfbloods in their ranks.

What is the most important thing to know about your guild?
It houses an unbelievable amount of talent, unchained by social conventions.
What is your guild's greatest flaw?
In the end, all Wayfarers are lone wolves. Infighting is not unusual.
Why should your guild be in a position to influence an entire country? Mainly to offer an outlet to outcasts and pariahs and still do something constructive.

Guildmaster Raven

Name: Guildmaster Raven. - Formely known as Markus Cordathion

Race/Faction: Wayfarer's Guild

Age: Over 200 year old. Appears to be in his early thirties.

Description: Master Raven is a tall, lanky man that is pure sinew and vitality. He has a rather charming, youthful face, with a small beard he keeps neatly trimmed. He posseses blue eyes that give alway an air of a quiet philosopher. Some scars mar his skin and face, but that only add to the rough looks of his character. He has a suave voice, and walks with great grace, like an overgrown cat. He usually wears simple but comfortable leather clothes, but he can don readily armor if it requires him to do so. While he technically can don a full plate if the situation requires it, he is more comfortable with leather armors and the lightweight equipment.

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"Class": Wayfarer (Adventurer)

Motivation: What drives your character through this campaign? Regret to have let things degrade to this point.

History: Markus was born in the highest cradle one could dream of. Being the third son of a king. His early life was spent among luxury and stern teachings. But since from an early age he felt... he was different. While he didn't neglect his lessons in education and swordsmanship, there was always the nagging feeling to look at the light that filtered through the richly decorated windows of the palace. He felt that instead of luxury, his fate was to live in a gilded cage. The situation exploded in his teenage years, when he met a beatiful but half-blood fortuneteller and witch named Mirath, and he began to court her. Of course the situation was seen as an outrage, so the young prince eloped with Mirath. He was young and stupid, and he pressed his luck a bit too far. His name was struck from History, and the King declared his defiant son dead.

Markus felt it was a blessing in disguise. He finally found himself able to breathe freely and find his own destiny along his soulmate. Except...it wasn't all that easy. Both were outcasts who tried to scrape by taking oddjobs. Nevertheless, they never felt unhappy. They had eachother. They shared every secret to themselves, including the secret of eternal youth and Mirath's magic. Markus was surprised that he had a sizeable magical talent, and he took his lessons readily. Life seemed happy for the wandering couple, until Mirath decided that when she was heavy with child, she wanted to at least visit her mother in Cealla, being half Shrikanti herself. Markus had his reservations, recalling the insular nature of her people, but relented.

In Cealla, her wife and child died. Not because of hatred, but because of a random accident with a carriage out of control. No real culprit. No focus of revenge. Markus soon spiraled into a drunken stupor, and tried to drink himself to death in the same city. It was in one of his drunk rages when he picked a fight that he couldn't win. His opponent was of great talent, of a level he had never seen in his life, all while he stroke his magnificent beard. He moved the staff like a quarterstaff, and he could punch like a brawler. He could do magic aswell, as he did to heal Markus' broken bones. The old man, known as Zarius, was the Guildmaster of the Wayfarer's guild, and took the wrecked Markus under his wing, as he had seen talent in the drunken prince.

Markus grew to like the lifestyle of adventuring. He found his life calling. Ever on the road, under the infinite stars. Each day a new challenge. Each day a new adventure. He lived on despite his loss, and when old Zarius finally breathed his last, his comrades at the guild elected him as the next Guildmaster. He was very reluctant to take the spot at first, but finally relented. Christening himself as Master Raven ("Raven" being his Wayfarer nickname), he returned to the capital after long last. Much to his chagrin he wasn't recognized, and he liked to keep it that way.

Strengths: Good Fighter, Cunning, Survivor, Experienced, Magic Talent

Weakness: Callous, Uncommitted, Lone Wolf, Hedonist, Troll

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Born as prince, but lives his life as a rogue in search of adventure.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Probably his inability to commit to positions of much responsibility.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?

Because probably everyone else is crazy with power or has hidden agendas.

Test Post

"I am going to need a new sword." The man said, covered in scratches, blood and gore, eyeing the blade's hilt with frustration. The blade had literally snapped in half, thus rendering the sword unuseable. Here and there, the landscape of the woods was covered in broken branches and gore, the other half of the blade sticking out of the neck of the still and inert body of a large bear. A voice was heard to his left, and Raven looked in that direction.

"...th...thank you, Guildmaster." The young woman croaked, bruised and with her leather tattered, but not in immediate danger of dying. Not unlike her comrades, who laid scattered around the forest clearing. All over it, in pieces. The fight with the beast had been fierce, and it had cost the lives of several Wayfarers. She couldn't help as she began to cry, among sobs of "I want to go home."

"It's the code of the Way, rookie." Raven answered back, his steps calm as measured as he went to dislodge the scrap of metal that had been half his blade from the bear's neck. Perhaps he could recycle it. "What's your name?"

"Cerise". She answered as she steadied herself.

"Cerise. Well, listen well Cerise." The Guildmaster answered. "I will take you home. Nobody said that the Wayfarer guild was an easy job." Raven snorted, as he weighed the two pieces of the sword. "You can probably find better ways to live and not end up like your teammates." He paused bitterly. "Not that there's that many, mind. Country is going to shit." He muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?" The young Wayfarer answered.

"Oh nothing." The Guildmaster waved his hand off, as he approached the girl and allowed her to stand on her feet. "First mission is always tough. A lot of recruits don't make through." He blurted out. "Still your choice if you want to go on." He finished awaiting no answer.

But before she could add a word, Raven put two fingers on her mouth, his body tensing as he eyed to some section of the forest. A second bear lurched menacingly, and was going towards them deliberatedly. "Well...seems like you'll have to run, Cerise. Can you?"

The girl just nodded.

"Good, position yourself, and only run after I engage the bear." Raven commanded. "Unless I do this way, it's going to chase and eat you." He added. Mentally cursing himself for the situation, his eyes darted throughout the impromptu battlefield.I have to face a bear with a broken blade due to some stupid newbies biting more than they can chew. The joys of being the Guildmaster. He grimaced, as he spotted a spear amidst the dead bodies. He took it and weighed it. It would have to do.

It was then when the girl couldn't help herself and started running away panicked. The bear didn't give her much time until it was sprinting after her, bent on having her flesh.

"Stupid girl." Raven added as he twirled his spear following the beast. He needed something better than a spear to actually finish the bear, that kind of beast was too portly for normal weapons. He couldn't find any. His barely functional weapons would have to do. He threw it with all the might he could muster, trying to strike true. It hit the bear in its hind legs, and the creature roared.

Good, I got his attention. Bad news. Now he's pissed at me. Heh. He took the broken blade in his hand and kept himself steady. The might creature ran towards him, intent of trampling him with one of his bone-breaking claws. Raven counted his heartbearts. He eyed at the bear, and slid in the right moment underneath the bear's frame, his left shoulder being grazed as a result. Resolution turned into killer intent, as he shot the broken blade under the bear's left armpit.

He knew he had hit true when a disgusting splash of bear blood hit his face, the roars of the beast becoming in pain as he tumbled and.

No no no no no...

Guildmaster Raven rolled out of his way just in time to not be buried in smelly bear carcass. The blood on his armor made the dead leaves and dirt stick to his armor even more, as he spit some blood that had gotten inside his mouth.

"You killed a bear with a broken sword..." The stupid newbie girl said as an additional comment, stating the evident. There was awe in her voice, as Raven worked his way to his feet.

"Yeah, and you owe me your maidenhood for this." Raven added, not skipping a heartbeat.

"WHAT!?" The delivery of that sentence rattled the young Wayfarer to the core, her face red as a beet, as Guilmaster Raven begun to walk towards her.

"Just kidding. But you owe me for this. A sword in fact."The Guildmaster corrected as he began to pick his things and walk away, and wonder where he could sell a couple of bear hides.

Epic City: Starburst

Here's another idea I am dabbling...

Penitent

"Repent."

Name: Grace Copperfield

Epic Identity: Penitent

Age: 19

Faction: Kryptonites (!)

Ability: Psychic juggernaut. Grace's powers are firmly set in the mind over matter kind of setting. Theoretically she can read anyone's thoughts within a several mile radius, but she usually reads ALL of them at once, so if her focus wavers she might fail to ascertain information. Likewise she can project her thoughts easily, but discriminating the targets is tricky. If she focuses on a single target, she can likewise assault the psyche of the target by force(although for the vast majority of cases "trampling" is a better term), but that usually leaves her wide open. Telekinesis is the other branch of her powers. If she cares not about the strain she can cause great collateral damage by simply ripping up chunks of buildings, cars or people and flinging them. This also allows her to create a force shield for incoming attacks (however, she needs to be aware that she is being attacked).

Weakness: Aluminium, when worn in contact with skin completely nullifies her powers. In addition, her raw power is so enormous her body can't withstand it for long periods of time, requiring hospitalization after 30 minutes of continuous use and could cause her death. She cannot suppress them on her own and requires aluminium to do so.

Personality: Bitter and faithless, Penitent has no small amount of self-loathing about her flawed existence and that of those epics who carelessly flaunt their powers. Formerly a gentle girl who wished to become a veterinarian and help animals and people, her view of the world has been mercilessly torn apart from her life experience. She wishes for annihilation of the current world order, that gave rise to existences such as her, and she believes it is the right of Khan and the kryptonites to restore mankind in its place, even if it means that along the way, she must give her life to the cause.

Appearance: Grace is average heighted, with a slim and somewhat curvy frame, and cascading blonde hair. She has blue eyes which are often muddled and clouded by sadness. She also possesses a mole under her left eye. She usually wears an aluminium choker, and dresses in jeans and clear-coloured shirts. Whenever she is in action, she dons paramilitar garbs, and armor, plus a white mask with stylized eye crying tears of blood.

Background: Grace was born to a humble family in the middle of nowhere of the Midwest. She was dilligent and studious, and one day hoped to be a veterinarian to help the animals in her farm. However all changed one morning. Her nose was bleeding, and she felt sore. That's when the voices started. At first they were pretty small, only whispers. But the voices kept growing and growing. Eventually, she realized that those voices were other people's thoughts. Her scores plummetted, her constant freakouts and twitches led her to become the class weirdo. And she could hear their ugly thoughts, as she begun to be bullied, put in a hell that her parents could not understand.

The fact they had trapped her in a toilet after kicking her for a while was the only reason why she was spared of the attack of the rogue epic. She could still hear his smug thoughts, and the cries of suffering of her bullies. She didn't take any pleasure. Everything was wrong. She had been born wrong. Tears turned into clenched teeth, cries into a bellowing rage. Her powers fully awakened, as she tore a wall through the building with her telekinesis, and faced the epic. He was holding the half-dead figure of her mother. He was reveling on it.

She felt disgusted. She eyed the epic, a pyrokinetic, and stretched her hand. He seemed to smirk in amusement as he tossed aside the figure of her mother, and wanted another morsel. But he stopped on his tracks as the psychic forces lifted him up.

Just like plucking a spider's legs. Just like plucking a fly's wings. He was quartered and dismembered in midair. She felt vindicated with his death throes. That's when she realized she was bleeding through every orifice of her head. Her legs waned, as she felt numb and collapsed, her powers still active and raging out of control. She tried to rein them in, but it was to no avail.

When the Kryptonites arrived, she could barely move, even talk. She watched her mother breathe her last. She felt relief when the gun pressed against her forehead. She wanted this to end, after all. But they didn't shoot. They took pity on her last words. They considered her a victim of her own bad luck rather than an accursed epic. They managed on a fluke, stop the powers and the voices from ravaging her any further. She was taken in. She was given, shelter, food, education and training in combat and firearms. Her powers became somewhat of a secret among the Kryptonite higher ranks, a trumph card to be deployed in the most dire of circumstances.

She did not mind it. At all. The Epics should have never existed.

Epic City: Starburst

@Regitnui@Old Amsterdam

So...any suggestions on how to recycle the lore i had with Gungnir?

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Aeva fumed so slightly, wrinkling her nose. The nerve of some people! She was not a little kid, she knew the stakes of life. The forest boy was intent on correcting her on how things worked. He was still dirty from the road and was carrying a wolf, and He -dared- to lecture her on the city's outlook. Still she gritted her teeth. If she threated him with becoming a toad it would gain nothing, so thinking of the honey cakes and the future gains, she decided to let his obvious patronizing attempt remain unanswered.

There were uses to this gullible fool still, the little witch thought. "More's the pity." She just shrugged, as she faced the young noblewoman in front of her. She also had a patronizing attitude, but her father told her not to mess with the nobles. The guards would no doubt sneak upon her if she tried to give her warts or bad breath, even. Curses took time. She knew how to do them though, she totally knew, even thought they had never worked before.

She straightened herself while she was addressed and reached in the depths of her mind for her arcane knowledge. "My Lady Weyenburg is too kind, but I do not seek help. I merely offer trade." She said, folding her arms. "I am a wise woman, you see. Fortune Telling, Potions, or even strange fare if you fancy, my lady." She said. "Mistletoe has a little of everything, and wouldn't mind selling it cheap today." She added, pushing her sales pitch further. And totally not related to honeycakes.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Lucius Cypher I was about to tag you and poke the hell out of you with a pointy stick until you came back. D;

@LiverisGood My opinion does not matter, but I always have had a crush on female blacksmiths.
(♥ω♥ ) ~♪

@ScorpionFlower

Good. We have someone who can free Leon out of the armor after the battle and maiming.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

To be fair, I think I will do the GRRM think and start offing the characters. So sod your sugarhappiness.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Monster bait you say....?

@Zelosse

He is a knight. Better armored and skilled than many, so he usually has to hold his ground and tank hits while other hunters bring down beasties.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@AtomicNut There is no such thing as a Digraced blue blood.

Blue blood once, blue blood always ! ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

@ScorpionFlower

His daughter hates him, his sister in law as well and she is lady Ligart, and he killed the rest of his family coz they turned into bloodsuckers. No wonder why the poor sod sticks to being monster bait.