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Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Hey sorry about delay in posting, swamped with work and homework from college classes this weekend! Also Icarus was very disheartened by his pretty much unanimous put down from the group so such a young dwarf as himself would be a little put off from speaking haha! But he mustered his courage for a longer than normal post this morning ha!

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Originally disheartened at his companions disregard for his input, he quickly had to realize that without the inclinations into ones motives like he had there was nothing to suggest that this satyr was trustworthy; in fact there was plenty of evidence to the contrary! Part of him was still even wary despite having a good idea that the satyr was truthful in his warnings because trying to put someone you just met to sleep is not a great way to build trust. Listening to his companions talk about ignoring the satyr's warnings worried him, if he was indeed truthful in his warnings, like Icarus believed, then is new companions could be put in serious danger. Unfortunately it did not look like there was much he could do to prevent this..

At this point part of Icarus was tempted to take the path the satyr suggested to avoid such conflict.. but.. he scanned his companions and knew that even though he had just met them, he had a gift, a gift that he could use for good and to change the way people saw others like him in this world. Knowing that conflict was ahead was frightening for someone as young and inexperienced as Icarus, but where else would his gift be needed the most? Clenching his fist and reflecting on this he was suddenly stirred from his thoughts when the dwarf brought up the mail clad warrior who had wandered into the camp during the middle of this whole event. He had remained quite through most of the chaos and during the conversation the group was having about him, strange, maybe he was the more inquisitive type.. or maybe, Icarus chuckled at this, just shy, unlikely for someone dressed as boldly for combat as he was. Hearing the group questioning acquiring his help for the possible battle ahead Icarus beat down the resignation he felt the last time he was dismissed when he spoke and dared enter the conversation again.

"Perhaps..", he started looking at all them, "you are all right. I am quite young by dwarf's standards and naive by, well.. pretty much the worlds standards and perhaps too trusting of this satyr. You are certainly more experienced in these matters I'm sure and if you believe there to be an ambush ahead then I would be more inclined to trust your opinion over mine, and..", Icarus hated lying, but how could he explain his intuitions without being labeled with the stigma so many that had his gift were labeled with? So he took the passive route and resolved that even if he couldn't prevent his caravan from entering into this coming battle, he would use his gift to help protect them.. A cold sweat came upon his brow at the thought of the future chaos and he calmingly patted the books on his side wondering whether is mother had to make the same choices during her travels.

"and..", he finally continued, "then I too believe an extra blade, especially one that looks as experienced and ready as him, would be handy in the fight, but that doesn't necessarily mean we have to take him, or that he even wants to, come all the way to town with us. We could simply thank him for his help during our combat, and part ways if he so wishes afterwards, but" Icarus nodded at the warrior then faced the elf, "if it concerns you what others may thing of him, then you can simply enter town at different times then him to avoid association with him in the eyes of the villagers. Yet judging by his armor he may be a cleric of someone kind, correct me if I'm mistaken," he adds to the dragon born, "and I feel as if we have no fear of worrying of associating ourselves with someone of that honorable position."

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Having an attunment to a soul, to the very thing that gives someone their humanity and personality, Icarus has always had a special knack for feeling the emotions and intentions of others, and even on occasions of very powerful emotions he can see it radiating off of them in streaks of light; the colors of which showed him the type of emotion. He hasn't been able to work out the emotions with every feeling or color he has seen yet, but he was reasonably sure that the satyr meant no ill will to his party, in fact he was quite sure of one thing; that the satyr was having a lovely time "playing" around with them as his glee during the height of the incident was practically making him shine like a beacon to Icarus. Hearing the satyrs words and being reasonably sure of the lack of deceit coming from this creature, Icarus took one step toward his eleven companion and raised his hands in almost a defensive manner saying "I believe we should take the satyr's advice, now I know that.. wel.. he hasn't shown himself to be the most trustworthy of associates yet, but I have a sort of.. knack for, lets call it reading I guess, reading others and I'm quite sure he hasn't meant us any harm. Now the joke may not be appreciated, but that's exactly what he meant by it.. a joke. Maybe jis timing could be a bit better *Icarus half smiled at his own attempt at comic relief* but he seems sincere now." Icarus half turns to the satyr. "and we appreciate the advice on the troubles ahead, that is for sure, but" turning back toward the elf, "I know I don't speak for everyone here and as a group we must decide what to do.. preferably without violence" said Icarus as he noticed the elf's hand resting on her knife, slightly paling at the thought of violence. Despite all his years of healing, the sight of blood always put some fear into him, as if it reminded him of the torment of those recently departed that only he see after all others believed them gone from this world. Icarus hoped his words would ease the tensions so a reasonable discussion could be held, and also a small part of him hoped his boldness in putting forward this proposition did not offend the prince next to him; as in his readings royalty were commonly portrayed as volatile and easily offended, and Icarus was not sure what to expect from this one.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Icarus's mental facilities slowly returned to him as he watched the satyr dance from the dwarfs blows and soon after his body felt freed from its previous burden of drowsiness. Icarus realized that the satyr had been the one lulling them to sleep and must have been up to the typical tricks that were related with his kind. Being able to now fully focus on the scene, Icarus took in the full scope of the characters he viewed before him, especially that of the dwarf; of whom he noted some form of respect for his ability to withstand the tune that had put so many of their fellow companions under its enchanting spell. Something in the back of his brain nipped at him as if he was forgetting something as he glanced at the dwarf who was now wrenching his axe free from the ground and spitting threats at the satyr, and then his eyes fell onto the crest upon his armor and he quickly reached for one of his books in his pouch.
Pulling out a tomb of dwarven history and lore, having temporarily forgotten the almost comical scene enveloping before him in the fervor of his search, and found therein the exact crest in a chapter for dwarven royalty. He stood still. Icarus was raised in a simple mining town on the outskirts of the dwarven kingdoms that had little care for politics and the likes, and he himself had never given any of it much thought, but still there was something exciting about being in the presence of royalty, especially one who Icarus could gather much of his peoples history from. And who knows.. maybe upon gaining the favor of a prince as a companion he could help shake off some of the negative perceptions of his art.. He quickly realized the foolishness of his thinking, the man was a prince after all, probably not the type to take much in the way of company from the simpler folks and furthermore companionship was not something to be used as a from of personal gain for oneself.
With a thump and a short grunt, Icarus nodded his head as if to agree with his inner monologue advocating against the path of using his relationships for material rewards. Then with a start Icarus realized he had become oblivious to the entire event surrounding him between the prince and the satyr! He was always slightly amazed at how quickly he could forget and drop everything over a hunt for some strange piece of arcane knowledge somewhere in his books and quickly spun around looking for where the pair had gone off to. The satyr obviously had still been eluding the dwarf and was no jumping down from the cart to greet a new traveler, in shining mail, who had wandered into the camp. He also noticed the dwarven prince had calmed down enough to cease swinging his axe at the satyr. Icarus at first was not sure what he should do about the two outsiders in the camp.. and after about a moments reflection shrugged his shoulders and wandered over to go join in the conversation silently wondering what other surprises the rest of this day had in store for him.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

As Icarus finished his question to the men he looked down at them and with a quick startle realized they were all asleep. "But.. I could have sworn they were awa-" he stopped as his words became slurred and after a moment noticed a soothing song being played throughout their camp "A bard? I didn't know we had one of those.. How lovely.." he thought as he turned around to find the source of the enchanting tune.

Head swimming Icarus tried to focus and scan the camp for the player of such sweet melodies, but to no avail, the drowsiness seemed apt to overtake him soon as he muttered "Well a nap couldn't hurt.." and he had just noticed that he had already fallen to his knees on the beaten dirt path beneath him. Eyelids fluttering his head began to roll forward until a shout and seeing stout man, what he realized must be a dwarf but was too hard to tell through the heavy half closing of his eyes, running axe raised toward a lone goat like figure that had emerged from the tree line. "Oh my, I believe that is.. is.. a satyr.. quite the tricksters I've read.." he mumbled lazily to no one in particular as he know rested on his haunches staring at the peculiar scene.

With his body feeling many times his normal weight, and head fixed toward the only thing holding his attention long enough to slip into the sweet lulling embrace of sleep, Icarus is only able to halfheartedly watch the events between the mad shouting dwarf and the satyr and wonder whether they are the silly hallucinations of those long overdue for rest.

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Icarus is jostled out of his focus on the book he was reading by the stopping of the cart he was riding on. Removing the hood of his cloak and staring up at the sky he could estimate that it was around mid-day and assuming from the relaxed attitude of the caravan guards settling down he assumed it was time for a break. With a soft thud Icarus hopped down from the cart, and patted his side for his satchel. There was always a calming feeling to feel the pouch that he knew held his leather bound treasures. Swaying his head around Icarus scanned the area that the caravan had chosen to stop. He had no immediate quarrel with the location as it seemed peaceful enough, especially because he noticed no immediate spirits flitting about. His brow darkened at the thought; it wasn't often these days, now that his powers and sensitivity regarding the other realm had grown, that he wasn't troubled by the wailing and moaning of those unfortunate enough to be tied to this earth even after death. Sometimes they were even coherent enough through their own rage and anguish that they were able to perceive that Icarus actually noticed them, not just the goosebumps that they sometimes gave to those more attune to the dead, nor just the pots and pans the more troublesome spirits tended to rattle; but their actual forms. Pleading is all the ever did to him, beg him to be an absolutist, a messenger, a tool for vengeance all for deeds years, decades, sometimes even centuries past. There was nothing he could do for them.. for now at least.. Shaking off these dark thoughts to try and enjoy this reprieve he marked his place in the book he was reading, closed it and decided to figure out where this caravan was headed, there was bound to be someone that could point him in the right direction for a library, academy, or some other source of knowledge that he could delve into it for his research. Identifying the group of veteran guards based upon their air of authority and familiarity with the routine, Icarus exhaled a deep breath and made is way over to where they ate. "Hello, ugh.. companions! *Clears throat* "Thank you for your company on this trip, but I was wondering what our next destination would be down this path? I don't have much traveling experience and do not know much about the path we are currently traveling."

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My Hider

Name: Icarus Shadesong
Race: Dwarf

Physical Description: Like your typical dwarf he is quite stocky with broad thick shoulders that have been finely toned from many hard years of working in his fathers forge. His beard his far too short to be braided like most dwarfs and is actually groomed quite close to his face; this being due to safety hazards within the forge(Icarus learned at quite a young age how flammable hair can be). His hair was almost a fine blondish white, quite rare among dwarves, yet the ash and smoke from in the forge has seemed to almost permanently left a layer of soot turning his almost oddly bleached looking hair into a dirty blonde. His eye's are a mix between blue and green and always had a look of inquisitiveness in them, a trait he was told he had received from his mother, a wandering healer. Forging no only requires a steady hand but perfect posture, which has given him the habit of having an almost rigidly stiff back, thus giving him the appearance of being taller than he actually is(despite being only average height for a dwarf). This rigid way of walking contrast with the loose and inquisitive nature he carries himself with.

Gender: Male

Age: 24 (Very young for a dwarf!)

Class: Healer(With a mix of Divination/Conjuration in there)

Equipment: -A large and sturdy two handed forging hammer, used for hammering down thick blocks of metal to flat sheets fast. A little unwieldy in combat since it really isn't made for that purpose, but can pack quite a punch due to its weight.
-Very small craftsman hammer used on small tool working
-Leather smith's gear that provides decent protection from whether elements
-White traveling cloak with family crest emblazoned on the back
-Backpack of supplies like rations, water, small knife, pair of tongs, rope, blanket, and flint + steel.

Bio: Born into a small darven mountain mining clan, his father was one of the few local smithies and his mother was a wandering healer who seemed to work wonders even with little amounts of herbs or potions at her disposal and sometimes was seen talking to what only looked like an empty room of shadows. Her mother had a brief romance with his father, Gruve Stromschlag, and only stayed long enough to give birth to Icarus and then suddenly vanished. She left behind a pile of books with a single note saying: "To my son, the only gift I am able to give you." Icarus spent years in his father's forge repairing much of the local's tools and learning to be quite an adept craftsman, and when he became old enough to read in his spare time gorged himself on the various books his mother had left him. The books were mainly on healing, but occasionally he read one on spirituality and on magical rituals. Icarus used this mew knowledge to assist miners that had been injured during their work in the more dangerous parts of the caverns. Yet he noticed when helping people he could see strange white lights surround those more grievously injured, and on even more rare occasions, voices coming from recently deceased bodies. His clan was a superstitious one; so he kept these events to himself. As time passed and he grew older, these events occurred more often. Once during a sickness outbreak where he was treating a local baker had become so ill his death became inevitable; Icarus saw the white light began floating off the man and almost felt a connection to it. yet he felt a sense of longing from it, a sense of desperation and as if almost by instinct Icarus willed it to remain connected to the body. Icarus felt himself being drained from this "connection" to the light but saw improvement in the man so he continued. The next day, after Icarus had passed out after a few hours of this exertion the man woke up; fully recovered. It was like a miracle, but Icarus did not speak of what he had done for he had a sinking feeling about what it was. Necromancy. Icarus realized what the stories of his mother and her strange talks with shadows and miracle healings were. She was a necromancer, but weren't they supposed to be evil? All she had done.. was help people? Maybe.. just maybe necromancers weren't.. necessarily evil? With this revelation Icarus was frightened, but endeavored to test his new found powers in secret; he began to listen to the voices near the graveyards and hear their moans, he tried to heal his own wounds and scratches from the forge without anything but this "energy", and as he experimented his powers grew. One morning a massive cave in several miners were killed. The clan gathered to mourn their dead and has Icarus arrived he noticed one spirit standing near his wife who was wailing over his body. Without thinking and so distraught by this woman's wails Icarus used his new powers to make the spirit visible to her. She stopped suddenly as the spirit of her dead husband held her for one last time and then with a shimmer disappeared. The clan was shocked by this display of power and immediately turned against Icarus. Only due to his long time of healing their injured did they allow him to gather some of his supplies before being exiled. His own father now looked at him with disgust as he gathered his things. Icarus gathered some tools and one of his mother's cloaks that she had wrapped up the books she left for him and set off into the world. He changed his clan name to shadesong after the stories of his mother talking to shadows, and donned the cloak that had the crest of a phoenix embroidered on the back. Icarus now wanders from town to town doing handy work or healing in exchange for lodging or food and is always in search of a good library to further his studies in his arts over death. Icarus hopes to find his mother and one day found a school for white necromancers that use their influence over life and death for good.

Personality: Icarus us incredibly studious and loves to get his hands on any books, bits of lore, or artifacts he can find. He is a bit wary of talking about his past and abilities due to his foul treatment from those he loves, but deep down is incredibly friendly, loyal, and appreciative of those that can look past his abilities to who he really is. He can get caught up in seeing all the spirits and emotions of those around him or just in one of his newest books so he is considered a bit of a spacey person that gets distracted easily.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

@KarosOh and also, did the go ahead for moving characters over also apply to mine as well?

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

@Karos@The Elvenqueen Thanks! I wanted to spice up the healer role a bit, and thought this would be a fun way to do it! I'm picturing stuff like white necromancers can only summon spirits for seances that wish to be summoned, only heal and hold people's souls together with their bodies if they wish to live, instead of draining the life of others he drains HIS OWN life for more powerful heals and such, can possibly free revived undead from an evil necromancers grasp if they are strong enough and such like that(almost like a paladin's turn undead). So nothing really game breaking or anything that makes for a super powerful ability due to the restrictions of being a white necromancer; but just thought it would turn the typical "all I do is heal and stuff" healer into a more versatile support who's powers can make for some interesting rp moments. Hoping it will end up being fun to play as! :) Excited to see your guy's characters as well!

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Icarus Shadesong

Name: Icarus Shadesong
Race: Dwarf

Physical Description: Like your typical dwarf he is quite stocky with broad thick shoulders that have been finely toned from many hard years of working in his fathers forge. His beard his far too short to be braided like most dwarfs and is actually groomed quite close to his face; this being due to safety hazards within the forge(Icarus learned at quite a young age how flammable hair can be). His hair was almost a fine blondish white, quite rare among dwarves, yet the ash and smoke from in the forge has seemed to almost permanently left a layer of soot turning his almost oddly bleached looking hair into a dirty blonde. His eye's are a mix between blue and green and always had a look of inquisitiveness in them, a trait he was told he had received from his mother, a wandering healer. Forging no only requires a steady hand but perfect posture, which has given him the habit of having an almost rigidly stiff back, thus giving him the appearance of being taller than he actually is(despite being only average height for a dwarf). This rigid way of walking contrast with the loose and inquisitive nature he carries himself with.

Gender: Male

Age: 24 (Very young for a dwarf!)

Class: Healer(With a mix of Divination/Conjuration in there)

Equipment: -A large and sturdy two handed forging hammer, used for hammering down thick blocks of metal to flat sheets fast. A little unwieldy in combat since it really isn't made for that purpose, but can pack quite a punch due to its weight.
-Very small craftsman hammer used on small tool working
-Leather smith's gear that provides decent protection from whether elements
-White traveling cloak with family crest emblazoned on the back
-Backpack of supplies like rations, water, small knife, pair of tongs, rope, blanket, and flint + steel.

Bio: Born into a small darven mountain mining clan, his father was one of the few local smithies and his mother was a wandering healer who seemed to work wonders even with little amounts of herbs or potions at her disposal and sometimes was seen talking to what only looked like an empty room of shadows. Her mother had a brief romance with his father, Gruve Stromschlag, and only stayed long enough to give birth to Icarus and then suddenly vanished. She left behind a pile of books with a single note saying: "To my son, the only gift I am able to give you." Icarus spent years in his father's forge repairing much of the local's tools and learning to be quite an adept craftsman, and when he became old enough to read in his spare time gorged himself on the various books his mother had left him. The books were mainly on healing, but occasionally he read one on spirituality and on magical rituals. Icarus used this mew knowledge to assist miners that had been injured during their work in the more dangerous parts of the caverns. Yet he noticed when helping people he could see strange white lights surround those more grievously injured, and on even more rare occasions, voices coming from recently deceased bodies. His clan was a superstitious one; so he kept these events to himself. As time passed and he grew older, these events occurred more often. Once during a sickness outbreak where he was treating a local baker had become so ill his death became inevitable; Icarus saw the white light began floating off the man and almost felt a connection to it. yet he felt a sense of longing from it, a sense of desperation and as if almost by instinct Icarus willed it to remain connected to the body. Icarus felt himself being drained from this "connection" to the light but saw improvement in the man so he continued. The next day, after Icarus had passed out after a few hours of this exertion the man woke up; fully recovered. It was like a miracle, but Icarus did not speak of what he had done for he had a sinking feeling about what it was. Necromancy. Icarus realized what the stories of his mother and her strange talks with shadows and miracle healings were. She was a necromancer, but weren't they supposed to be evil? All she had done.. was help people? Maybe.. just maybe necromancers weren't.. necessarily evil? With this revelation Icarus was frightened, but endeavored to test his new found powers in secret; he began to listen to the voices near the graveyards and hear their moans, he tried to heal his own wounds and scratches from the forge without anything but this "energy", and as he experimented his powers grew. One morning a massive cave in several miners were killed. The clan gathered to mourn their dead and has Icarus arrived he noticed one spirit standing near his wife who was wailing over his body. Without thinking and so distraught by this woman's wails Icarus used his new powers to make the spirit visible to her. She stopped suddenly as the spirit of her dead husband held her for one last time and then with a shimmer disappeared. The clan was shocked by this display of power and immediately turned against Icarus. Only due to his long time of healing their injured did they allow him to gather some of his supplies before being exiled. His own father now looked at him with disgust as he gathered his things. Icarus gathered some tools and one of his mother's cloaks that she had wrapped up the books she left for him and set off into the world. He changed his clan name to shadesong after the stories of his mother talking to shadows, and donned the cloak that had the crest of a phoenix embroidered on the back. Icarus now wanders from town to town doing handy work or healing in exchange for lodging or food and is always in search of a good library to further his studies in his arts over death. Icarus hopes to find his mother and one day found a school for white necromancers that use their influence over life and death for good.

Personality: Icarus us incredibly studious and loves to get his hands on any books, bits of lore, or artifacts he can find. He is a bit wary of talking about his past and abilities due to his foul treatment from those he loves, but deep down is incredibly friendly, loyal, and appreciative of those that can look past his abilities to who he really is. He can get caught up in seeing all the spirits and emotions of those around him or just in one of his newest books so he is considered a bit of a spacey person that gets distracted easily.

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