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**Garet, The Ocean - Not far from Coldcoast**
"Sir it's time to wake up." The voice seemed to shake Garet and slowly the blackness of sleep faded, replaced with a boy no older than thirteen. "Thank you Bagge." Garet said, and dismissed the boy. Unwrapping himself from the Ursaring cloak that was folded around him he put on his sword belt and stepped onto the deck of the fishing boat. What greeted him first was the cold which struck Garet like a warhammer, with a curse about the cold and rubbing his hands together Garet walked up to the captain. "So our quarry nears?" Garet asked, the captain just nodded and pointed just past the bow, if Garet squinted he could just barely make out the shape of sails. "Damn sailors and their eyesight." He muttered and readied himself.
As the other ship got closer Garet knew that was the one he was hunting, a modified fishing vessel that had been pillaging up and down the shores of Coldcoast, and finally Garet had been roped by the fisherman in dealing with the pirates. Finally as both ships got within shouting range a hoarse sounding voice rang out. "Surrender anything of value and ye will not be hurt." A few other voices on the other ship affirmed this, and the captain looked to Garet for guidance who only shrugged, finally the captain spoke his voice shaking. "Alright, please don't hurt us." At this the other ship seemed to row a bit faster and then slow as it pulled up alongside the fishing ship, the boarding plank hit the deck with a heavy *Thud* and a few men wearing a loose assortment of armor and wielding an diverse set of weapons strode on deck looking everybody up an down and then their eyes settled on Garet who walked towards the men his hand on the hilt of his blade as they took in the man they smiled and one even cracked a joke.
It was the last thing he uttered as Garet struck like lightning, in a flash his blade was drawn and the man was holding his throat droplets of blood flicking off the edge of Garet's blade as he swung. At first the men were caught by surprise but as it dawn on them that they were being engaged by a single man they turned to him for battle one swung the ax he had been using as a weapon but Garet easily side stepped and cut him in across the knee, another came to take his place swinging wildly but he made a mistake and left himself wide open for Garet to run him through, finishing off the wounded man he turned towards the third who ran back up the gang plank Garet in tow.
As Garet proceeded onto the pirates ship he proceeded to dispatch pirate after pirate his movements were like that of a dance that even the most graceful Kirlia couldn't keep up with, as he turned to finish off a man he saw another charging right for him and Garet knew in that instant it was his death by the time he would bring up his sword things he would be dead, but a flash of red emerged from the water at great speed and slammed into the man when the man went down a magikarp was bouncing around on his chest trying desperately to get back to the water, Garet only chuckled and began to heave the fish back into water. "Thanks Piscis." He said, as the magikarp slipped back into the water with a seemingly all knowing wink and slipped back below the surface. As Garet turned around to see if there were any other challengers he let out a sigh of relief as none came, the deck of the pirates vessels were filled with the dead and dying men groaned and screamed. The image seemed to bring Garet back to a time so long ago, shaking away the thoughts he proceeded to explore the pirate ship the fishermen from the village coming to explore as well.
He found the pirate captain below deck dead. The man had killed himself rather than be captured, returning back to the boat with the other crew members and leaving heading back towards the village Garet was left with one question that seemed to stand out in his mind. *"Who armed these pirates, and why did the captain kill himself?."* Whatever the answer was it couldn't be good for the little village of Coldcoast or Garet.
Name: Garet Havarr
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire
Relic Description:
The Iron Band: The band has the memories and thoughts of thousands of long since dead generals. So this relic makes Garet quite the tactician and strategist. But the downside is he hears all of their voices inside his head, their thoughts are his thoughts, his memories are now their memories. And the Iron band uses this as well to it's advantage. The Band requires a constant feed of memories to it and it stores these memories like a bank, if not fed it will take memories and replace them with the memories of some stored into the ring. Giving those who wield it new memories comes at quite the shock, but if the wielder is not careful, it can make him forget himself. It also seems that this ring feeds off of victory and battle,
Appearance:
Flaws: Without the iron band Garet is just about average at leadership, he is a man of honor even if it comes back to bite him, he will not lie, kill an unarmed opponent, he has a weakness for women and will often go out of his way to help them, his ultimate weakness is his family if his wife or child were to get hurt he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
Skills: Garet is a master of the blade the blade is an extension of his arm and he is known as a master of death with it, he's a fair shot with a bow and arrow, and even though he is trained in mounted combat he prefers to walk.
Biography: Born to parents that were either too poor or didn't care about him, Garet was abandoned, left on the steps of the Goddess' Sanctuary shortly after being born, who willingly took him in. The next six years he spent in that sanctuary along with other orphans and foundlings, being given the rudimentary education and upbringing any child deserved according to the priests and priestesses. A priestess named Alvera took the boy under her wing, teaching the boy how to set up the altar of the Goddess and to care for his fellow man, as well as some on how to care for the sick and bandage wounds.
It was in the shadow of the goddess’ holy symbol that the boy learned about faith. He couldn’t read the Holy scripture, but he didn’t need to in order to understand that she truly cared for him. His belief in the goddess made Garet the man he is today, transforming him from a child into a believer in honor and fair treatment. What he learned at the sanctuary formed the foundations of who Garet is. He was ready and willing to devote his life to the sanctuary, but fate had something else in store for him. A lord and lady, sadly unblessed by the goddess with children of their own came to the sanctuary seeking to follow the time-honored imperial tradition of adoption. Alvera spoke on the boy’s behalf, speaking highly of him hoping to get him the future she thought he deserved. Likewise, other priests and priestesses spoke highly of other children, but in the end, the lord and lady chose Garet, taking him home with them.
Discarding the name the sanctuary had given him, the boy took on his adoptive fathers last name. His father gave the boy a tutor, who taught him the two ways of reading and writing, the first way was simple and for civilian use, the second way was so the boy can get into more advanced writings and academics. Both seemed to help the boy grow, but the boy did not have the head for scholars’ writing. When the boy reached his tenth birthday the lord interfered directly and started teaching the boy how to fight. First with his hands, then with sticks and finally with training blades. When the boy reached twelve years old his father sent away to a military academy for proper training with some of the best instructors to be had anywhere.
The military academy ran Garet through the ringer. There seemed to be no rest no end to the training. Every day he woke up with a new bruise and a new ache, a new round of studying resumed. The boys and girls within his class were expected to learn not only how to fight, but also the finer details of combat tactics and battlefield logistics. Following each theory lesson was a physical session and visa versa. It was in these lessons that Garet showed a marked preference and aptitude for the much more flexible leather armor and the glaive, but the boy still practiced the sword on the side. After a year, one of the instructors took a personal interest in Garet and taught the boy how to master the blade. Garet made it his weapon of choice, even though he keeps his glaive close by. One thing he has learned is that it never hurts to have an extra option. His academy training lasted until the boy was a man of seventeen years, and he only returned home a few days each year, often being taken away from the academy for months at a time to train in the field. When the academy released him from its ranks, he came home for good, but that proved short-lived, as he missed the army life and formally joined the military a few months later.
On his 18th birthday the boy left home and the academy for life in the military, posted on the border with Kalnach near the field of bones. Even though he never stood out from other junior officers, his superiors soon ensured that he found himself leading small patrols into the field of bones. They also sent him on patrols into the nearby villages, dealing with petty disputes and searching for Kalnachi spies. Occasionally they would deal with small bandit packs and little groups of outlaws, but that was always uneventful. The Border was quiet the whole time, with neither Kalnach nor the Empire willing to commit to a full-scale war, satisfied with sitting quietly watching each other and running minor skirmishes.
Whenever he was granted a small amount of leave he returned home to his family, for though he enjoyed army life, he also missed his family. It was here where he met his future wife, Iceni. He fell in love with her on first sight. When he glimpsed her, he knew he had to get close to her, but was afraid to do so. That was the only time Garet had ever felt real fear since the earliest lessons at the academy. When he walked towards her, he made a fool of himself knocking people over and tripping over his feet, so her first impression of him was not very flattering. Many would have thought him a drunkard. Fortunately, she realized he was not a drunkard, but was actually just a clumsy fool. She thought his appearance comely and wasn’t used to men tripping over themselves trying to woo her. What exactly prompted her to give him a chance he never figured out, but give him a chance she did. Garet spent most of his spare time trying to win her heart. It took him a good while to do so, but by the time he did it, he had mere days left before he had to return to the Field of Bones.
Garet spent most of the next year on the border, rarely having time to return home to his beloved, but he took every chance he could to do so, for he missed his beloved Iceni deeply. When he could not visit, he sent messages and letters, continuing his courtship despite believing he had won her heart. Though the army was strict, they would not dare to offend the goddess by keeping lovers apart. When he, upon an extended patrol in the field of bones found a ring, he saw it as a sign from the goddess. He contacted his immediate superiors, giving them his reasons for requesting leave. As loyal servants of the Empress and firm believers in the Goddess, they did not hesitate to grant it to him.
Not truly sure he had won her heart, he dared not propose till he was sure. He wooed her for several weeks more before proposing. She made his every dream come true by accepting. As was tradition for couples that were to be wedded, each had to do a task for the family of the other to prove their love and commitment. What Iceni had to do he did not know, but Garet had to craft a sword that would live up to his soon-to-be father-in-law’s standards. As he was no trained smith, that was no easy feat. Garet had learned the basics of smithing in the past, but crafting a high-quality sword was no easy feat. For two weeks, he barely left the forge at all, eating and sleeping therein. His persistence was such that eventually several of the master smiths in the city took pity on him, giving him the advice he needed to finish the task. The sword he presented to Iceni’s father was of the utmost quality, not on the level of a master smith, but far above that of an amateur.
With both their tasks complete, the priests and priestesses performed the formal marriage ceremony, which turned into a celebration for more than half the city. It was, after all, not every month someone in the local nobility married. In irony, it turned out that his father-in-law had all along intended to gift him with the blade, which was precisely why he had so high demands for it. His father-in-law would not have the defender of his daughter have anything but the best. To this day, Garet keeps the weapon at his side, using it both in his duties and as a testament to his will.
Garet had presented Iceni with the ring he had found upon the border during the marriage ceremony. She in turn had presented him with a ring of her own. Unlike the work she usually did, which was intricate and often nearly ornate, the ring she gave him was quite plain. It was a narrow band of gray Iron, angled cuts on the sides. Despite the plainness, it was clear it was of the highest craftsmanship. She said it had been in her family for untold generations. He had felt truly honored by such a gift. The moment he put it on, he felt an odd sort of tingle he could not quite place. He had shaken it off as nerves then, but over the next few days, especially during their very private honeymoon and marriage consummation, he had begun to have strange thoughts. Thoughts of ancient days and battles long past.
He had not known what to make of it at first, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly thinking of old academy lessons. With each new day, he began to make more and more sense of those battles, seeing patterns he had never before seen. He had not shared his sudden revelations with his wife, somehow knowing she would not understand. By the time their honeymoon was over and he had to return to his duties on the border, he had gained a considerably better understanding of ancient tactics, some of them centuries, if not eons old.
Once back on the border, he had more time to think on the revolutionary combat theories. Some he used when commanding the small patrols he led, others he brought to his immediate superiors. The end result was a much more effective border control. At first, that was all that happened. But eventually notice of this moved higher up in the chain of command, inevitably ending up in the hands of someone who knew more, someone well-versed in ancient history. Someone who recognized the ancient tactics for what they were and what it meant. Within two days of that connection being made, he had been brought before the regional commander and the personal representative of the Empress, may she live forever. They told him exactly what had to be going on, eventually helping him figure out that the ring had to be a relic and that he had become an evoker. He was immediately assigned to a special training regimen to not only ensure that he could use his relic properly, but that he was utterly loyal to the Empress, may she live forever.
The first round of evoker training only barely finished in time for him to come home for the predicted birth time for his firstborn. In fact, she was born the night after he got back home. In their many letters they had arrived on the name of Shara. Prior to going home, he had submitted a request for his wife and child to be permitted to join him in the capital. He got notice of the permission being granted just two days after the birth. Her shock upon discovering the truth of her family’s minor heirloom was palpable. At first she had been miffed about him not explaining earlier, but understood that he had wanted to do so in person. She was overjoyed at the fact that he would be playing such an important part in the empire and that would live in the Capital. After they made it to their new home, the three of them celebrated alone before he returned to his duty.
Eventually Garet’s training completed. As befitted an Imperial evoker of talents like his, he had to move around many times, going where his abilities could benefit the empire the most. When going up against minor things like bandits and outlaws, she sometimes came along, but more often she stayed in their home in the capital. He was on a longer assignment in a more dangerous zone, having been away for many months when an imperial messenger reached him with the notification that he was going to be a father once more. When those news spread around the camp, a small celebration was formed and there was much happiness despite the grim nature of their assignment. He did not know whether it was chance or something else, but the next day the relic granted him a particularly devious tactic, letting him crush the opposition in one fell swoop. As he was a god-fearing man, his commanding officer sent him home to be with his wife during the final weeks of her pregnancy. The commander did not have any fair reason to keep him there in any case.
Arriving home he found that his second child, a son, had already been born. However, Iceni had waited for Garet to return before naming the child. Together they named him Elyias. Having received word that their parents truly wanted to have more time with their grandchildren, they both put in a request to imperial command to be allowed to move back there. It took very little time for the request to be granted, provided he make himself available for assignments in the future. In the Empire, it was common belief that none should mess with family. It simply wasn’t done.
For nine years Garet let his sword hang upon the wall, keeping to practice blades for his exercises. His days were spent as much helping his father-in-law craft blades and tools as it was dictating his tactics to a scribe, for though he had learned much in his years, he still could not compose scholars’ script. During these years time they both lived happily, having another child after a few years, naming her Lyra, as well as running a flourishing shop in their home city. The Iron Band, his relic, was not satisfied with this complacency. It wanted more. With each year of idleness, it lashed out more and more frequently, absorbing memories left and right. Towards the end, Garet had trouble functioning at all. In fact, Iceni had to send a message to imperial command to get help to figure out what was happening to him. Many high imperial officials came, some evokers, others not. In the end they determined that he had to use the skills granted by the relic or suffer as he now did. This devastated the till-then blissful Iceni, but she knew there was only one choice. Sending him directly to the Field of Bones once more, he was put in charge first of a squad, then of a company and finally a battalion. With each engagement, more and more of his old self returned.
Eventually, once fully back to himself, he got two choices, return home and risk it all happening again, or serve the empire and not risk that. The choice was simple. He offered once more to take up his old blade on the condition that his wife and children be permitted to accompany him wherever he was assigned. Imperial command said they’d have it no other way and sent him to a recently built city situated at the foot of the Karak Claw Mountains. It did not make much sense to him or his family, but he had no doubt they knew what they were doing.
Once there, he was officially promoted and given command of the entire tactical department there. He was, he soon realized, essentially in command of several legions of the Imperial army. Many, many times more than he had ever commanded before.
Personality/motivation: Garet is an honorable man who believes that everybody deserves a chance, he is fiercely loyal to the empress and his nation, he is kind and understanding and he can be sympathetic, but perhaps what he's truly loyal too and his true motivation is his family. He loves his child and his wife with a passion and will do anything for them.
Relations: N/a (Atleast with the players)
Final Point - Secrets:
Theme Song:N/a
I shall begin work on a post very very soon.
> Forgot to say but yeah, your CS looked good, Enalais.
Thank you Liriia for confirming.
> > My Cs is on page 8 right above Xanders, i can Repost it here if you would like. And i apologize i shall knock off the lumber. And i kinda figure if he was accepted that means Lir looked over mine as well.
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> Ah, my bad >_<
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> And about the lumber, actually I have a suggestion. Snow Crest could be the suppliers of Cold Coasts Lumber.
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> Since Snow Crest is located in a mountainous area, it could be the "Arceus' Spikes" Mountains. I intended that the Keirnans are a smaller noble house, so perhaps they are a liege of whoever rules Cold Coast? Or perhaps if you would feel more comfortable, Cold Coast is a city under the Keirnan Banner.
Sounds perfectly fine.
My Cs is on page 8 right above Xanders, i can Repost it here if you would like. And i apologize i shall knock off the lumber. And i kinda figure if he was accepted that means Lir looked over mine as well. Also not to sound like a dick but you added a L that shouldn't be there.
Village Name: Coldcoast
Exports: Fish, Evolution stones (mostly water stones.), Mareep Wool, Miltank milk and meat.
Imports: Veggies, various ores, tools, furs, lumber, and fodder/thatch.
Description of Coldcoast: Built close enough to the border of Ayero for it to be a bit warmer than most Lugere villages, Coldcoast could be described as being hemmed in. With pine forests on two sides, the ocean to the north, and the mountain range the locals have dubbed "Arceus' Spikes." There isn't much room for expansion within the settlement even if they had the resources to do such a feat.
There are a few ways to get to the village but most people settle for either the mountain trail or floating up the river on a barge. But one could go through the mines within the mountains if they pleased. Despite being a village on the port and so close to Ayero the village is neglected, either the noble that owns the lands they settle on does not care, or the family has died out nobody knows as most within the settlement can't even recall a time a noble has visited the village. It's neglect has made pirating out on the seas, and bandits within the forests common occurrences. But still somehow it has a healthy trade industry with other parts within the kingdom.
The village proper is a simple design. With the farms furthest away Mareeps, Miltanks, and Tauros' happily living out there days on their farms without a care in the world, as one enters the village itself they could note that the all of the thatch huts and houses. (With the execption of the Mayors house.) Are built in a perfect semi circle around that of the storage silos and buildings of production. The biggest building in the outer ring is that of the inn where many locals who have time off spend their time drinking and complain about bandits, wives, and other such woes that bother a working man. The inner ring of the village is simplistic but it is the only part of the village that is paved with cobblestone to walk upon mostly for ease in getting to the village center where festivals are held.
As one walks further through the village they eventually hit the beach and the docks. A single solitary hut sits upon the shore a stones throw away from the bustling docks crowded with fishermen and boat captains, the docks are easily the most crowded part in the whole village but those docks are the villages lifeblood and without them there is no village.
Notable buildings and locations:
**Elyas' Smithy:**As one walks up to the smithy they can feel the heat from a good distance away as the blacksmith a frail balding man who appears to be reaching the end of his life works behind the forge. A fire in his eyes that burns hotter than the heat in the air as he works, he might look frail and a easy mark but the man doesn't seem to tire despite his old age and is known to work hard throughout the night the sounds of his hammer ringing through out the inner ring of the village.
He doesn't sell anything and he avoids making weapons, instead repairing things and building things that offer a use to the village as a whole like silverware, nails, and the like. Off to the side of the forge is little add-on that can only be described as a room. With a double bed set to one side a small range in the corner of the room and a little flower vase that decorates the only window in the room. The Smith lives a simple life but to him it does not matter, the only thing that matters to him is his work and making sure the village prospers from it.
**The Drunken Abomasnow Inn:**As one approaches the inn one would notice that it's simple and very plain the sign outside the door being thing that stands out the most. A staggering abomasnow painted on it a mug of ale in it's hand, the building itself is painted a dull rusty brown it seems to scream "Stay Away." But as one enters they are overwhelmed by the heat from the fireplace and the sounds of men drinking and gambling away their coin, the innkeeper is just as simple as the building she owns and appears to be asleep at the counter, her daughters seem to be rushing about running the kitchens, and serving drinks and food. If working the hardest put you in charge they would be the true owners of the inn.
The second story is just as simple as the rest of the building, only one room that's reserved for special guests has a proper bed, the other rooms have little more than a pallet to sleep upon.
**The Mayors House:**Built upon a small hill overlooking the village one would notice that the mayors house is the biggest building in the entire village even larger than that of the inn by a entire story. Entering the house shows that it is furnished better than any other house in the village but it is not richly so, due to this they have a much larger family than most and it's not uncommon to see all seven of the mayors children wandering about the house.
With being a mayor he has many different perks including a small garden for vegetables in the backyard, his own well and water reserve, and a study. While this sets him at odds with some of the villagers he refuses to change anything and generally tends to ignore the issue.
**The Village Wisdom's hut:**The village wisdom is the town healer and religious official, Her hut is a simple stilted hut that smells strongly of herbs and other ingredients. With a small range set to one side of the room, a simple bed on the other side, and a massive oaken table dominates the center of the room. Various papers and scrolls are scattered about it written upon them are generally weather and trade reports telling her what is in in demand and what is in abundance. As one of the few people who can read she tells them aloud in the town square the first day of every week.
Next door to the Wisdom's hut is a small chapel built from a old storage building. There she speaks with all the passion of a religious zealot of the Pokemon that created the land the 4th day of every week to anyone who will listen and generally she draws quite a flock in these dark days.
**Garet's Hut:**Built upon the beach Garet's hut shows his regimented life style, it is neat and organized with a chest set at the foot of the always tidy bed, the wooden stove cleaned spotless everyday, and his table with absolutely no clutter. Most of everything seems to be simplistic within the hut the only thing that stands out is a small sigil of a noble house further inland that gathers dust as a paperweight. Normally the former knight isn't home as he's out patrolling or training a few of the men within the village to handle a weapon properly. But if Picsis cannot follow the Magikarp is generally splashing in the shallow water not far from the front door.
**The Pine Forest:**The Pineforest is thick with trees that seem to press in on all sides and it only gets worse as one proceeds further into the woods, the needles that fell from the trees seem to soften all footfalls and disguise the sounds of one sneaking through the woods be it wild pokemon or cutthroat. Normally one stays on the path due to it being much safer and it follows the river which is the only source of fresh water for miles around.
**The Mountain Caves:**The mountain caves are actually a mine where the people of Coldcoast mine evolution stones of all types and variety's which for some reason are in abundance within the cave. Tunnels snake all throughout the mountain and some aren't man made instead being made by the wild onixs within the cave. But the caves have also become a source of superstition among the more religious who fear a certain part of the cave where men enter and those who come out generally come out babbling loons or don't come out at all, but until further notice that part of the cave has been blocked off and no one is allowed to enter without permission.
Even though evolution stones are highly sought after by nobles so they can evolve their Pokemon and be the talk of the court it still isn't enough to put Coldcoast on the map and isn't enough to merit any type of protection from the kingdom.
Local Pokemon on the beach, or in the Ocean/River: Shellder (And Evo), Seel (and Evo), Goldeen and Seaking, Magikarp, Corsola, Remoraid, Mantyke and Mantine, Spheal and Sphelo, Wingull and Pelipper, Wailmer and Wailord, Clampearl (When Diving), Basculin, Skrelp.
Local Pokemon in the pine forest and Mountain caves: Sneasel, Swinub and Piloswine, Snover and Abomasnow, Vanilite, Cubchoo and Beartic, Cyrogonal, Bergmite, Murkrow, Sableye, Rattata and Ratticate, Hoothoot and (Evolution), Teddiursa and Ursaring, Deerling and Sawsbuck, Zubat and Golbat, Delibird, Geodude, Onix, Rhyhorn, Roggenrola and Boldore, Dwebble, Carbink.
Sorry for the huge wall of text when they get hiders working again i will separate everything honest.
I'm here. But it appears Partisan quit.
i'll get started on the Lugere port village that my guys in on monday, i will probaly also have a post on that same day. I'm quite busy.
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