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Your head broke down...?

@Dusty

Only metaphorically, of course. 'Just' a terrible headache and perceived inability to think about anything of significant complexity.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Damn it... now that I could post the weather turns bad so rapidly that my head breaks down. Hope to let my freight train character make his appearance as soon as possible though :/

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Can't post till late this evening -- currently at work. Sorry :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Mortarion I'm not here to hold you back in any way. I don't know how the others see it, but from my side I say if you want to do it then it's perfectly okay for me. An-Hasst probably will react to his words as well, but if the scene should be over until I have posted (probably upcoming weekend) I can simply let him approach Nicademus otherwise _{and let him lift the poor guy with one arm and shout at him just to notice that there's a sword that could simply cut his arm off.}

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Yeah I think so, too :)

If nobody's against it I'd indeed buff my character's violence to 10 at the cost of soul. I think we might have less collisions that way.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Well, the following is just my opinion so please don't get me wrong, but from my understanding of the virtues I can only strongly advice against considering the 'violence' virtue being equal to 'physically AND mentally ready to slaughter everything' or the like.

Being capable of being physically violent doesn't necessarily mean that one's personality is eager to actually do that. I see much more in the violence virtue than fighting. What if we're confronted with some obstacle that needs to get shoved out of the way ? Or we have wounded that need to be carried along. Etc. etc. Actually the 'violence' in my character is meant more this way than the other. Otherwise I'd have given him the skill to go melee very effectively. It is meant more as an utility and emergency function :)

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Well, given that Oddur is already close to 10 in terms of violence I could shift 2 points from other virtues in order to get the job done. What do you think of that proposal ? Could probably be explained by saying that he has used his mysticism to boost himself, either directly or via enchantments.

@Dusty@Poet

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So this is what could happen....
_{Absolutely no cliché in here!}

Ursaren

He is suddenly seen striding through the village in full bear form and with amazed and laughing children taking a ride on his back.

"If only my three supervisors would have taken a similarly relaxed approach to the new situation! I feel really sorry that I had to kill them in order to defend myself!

Argon

The three guards assigned to him are trying to introduce themselves...

"I'm tired and not much into remembering complicated names right now. So I'll just call you 'Breakfast', 'Lunch' and 'Dinner'!"

Geradin

"Oi! Take care of yer feet, will ya ? I'm not as tall as you but that doesn't mean that you can feel free to stumble upon me three times an h...

*sudden impact* Ayyyeeeee!

*sound of skull cracking on the ground that would still have been a soft and harmless spot of muddy earth if it had not been for the groups combined effort to pave the village's roads*

"Oh noes... I told ya!"

Settionne

The guard that has been assigned to escort the seemingly harmless and inconsiderate priest is seen walking along the small marketplace -- alone. The only thing that is still accompanying the poor man are his underpants and his shirt. The armor and his sword are gone.

"What are you staring at me folks ? That small man and his advices are amazing! I feel so much better without that old rustbucket of an armor weighing me down and making me sweat. Also he said that I should buy some new clothes because the old ones look bad so here I am.

The guard reaches into his pocket, trying to retrieve his money pouch.

"What... ? Where... ?!"

Beren

The warrior monk is asked why there's noone accompanying him anymore.

"See all those soldiers standing at every corner ? I think they've given up on actually following me. Instead they have started to spread themselves everywhere so there's no place left I could suddenly disappear from or appear out of seemingly nowhere! I'm just too fast!"

Aeryn

"I told you to have an eye on her, not to put her in chains and tie her to the next wooden pole!"
"What ? You... you honestly expect your subordinates to deal with something as hideous, stinky, violent and treacherous as a Dorcha ?!"
"What the hell did you expect a guard's job to be in this jungle of a southlandic forest ? You're fired!"
"Great! I was starting to lose interest in the job anyway!"

An-Hasst

The Skayleigh is seen standing in the trench beneath the bridge leading into the village. Next to him is one of the spiked wooden poles that indeed have also been placed beneath the bridge, and on that pole is resting a guard in his death throes.

"I told you that I'm way too big for that bridge to support both of us standing next to each other, but you wouldn't listen and thereby have almost killed me! Even worse: Now I've to do even more work! Thanks for nothing, really! ..."

(An-Hasst raves on until even he is certain that the guard has discontinued listening, then angrily crawls out of the trench)

Alice

She and her guard can be seen sitting on a small bench at the wayside. Both of them seem almost completely relaxed.

"Ahhh... I'm so glad I've been assigned to you! Look at all my poor colleagues and their desperate efforts. There's nothing I need to be afraid of with you, is there ?"

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Oddur Olafsson

_{O D D U R O L A F S S O N}

Oddur was born 1483 in Reykjavík, Iceland. At that point in time the settlement was hardly more than yet another small alotment of peasants and fishermen as it was a common sight in the sparsely populated area. While climatic conditions and volcanic activity are special properties of this part of the world that certainly have made their respective contributions, it primarily have been men's own folly and political struggle between his own people, Denmark, Norway and England that have made life more difficult than might have been necessary. At least the last swiping move of the black plague had been a few decades before his time.

With Europe craving for alternative sources of food, the young man did what many of his country's people did and started exploiting the abundant and ubiquitous maritime resources around the island. Fish was the thing at that time and the steady presence on boats and ships has taught him respect for nature as well as made him strong. His parents always cared as much for him as they could, allowing his body to thrive and grow up to an impressively large man. Despite all the constraints things could have been significantly worse: Absolutistic and foreign monarchs who'd care about nothing else than themselves and their own country while pressing their 'colonies' as hard as they can ? Strangers coming from the deep south and reintroducing the element of war and violence into this remote place ? Those two would have come much later if it had not been for the end of the world as he had known it.

Originally Oddur had hatched the idea of emigrating towards Europe. Italy, France, Spain -- those were the countries where true progress was made. Iceland was no good place for someone who was a fisherman to make a living but who was asking for science in order to have a life. Well... one can say that he ultimately has managed to leave his homeland. The sole problem is that neither he nor everything around him are what they used to be.




Sometimes the sea can be very rough. Sometimes an unanticipated wave, an ill-prepared crew, a rotten vessel or a lack in skill can cause an accident. Some accidents result in loss of life, but one resulting in loss of comradeship is something rare. Still it was exactly what happened to Oddur. One day he was out on the sea with his near life-long friend, Sigtýr, and another crewmember. His friend was tossed overboard with the other man standing nearby. They both tried to rescue him, but the stream of water rammed his skull against the solid hull and ultimately his body disappeared somewhere beneath the large boat.

Could the other man have reacted faster and gained a hold of Sigtýr ? Could he maybe have given the advice to avoid going that particular, narrow and dangerous way in that unsteady situation ? Within minutes questions invaded Oddur's mind accompanied by anger about what he deemed to be pure incompetence. An argument unfolded in the midst of the severe rain and Oddur virtually shouted himself into rage. It came what had to come: That iron hook had just been resting so comfortably near him, but metal can turn a hit that only would have hurt very hard into a bone-breaking experience. By bad luck, the other man's heart was impaled by a broken rib.

Oddur has never told anyone. He claimed that both men had been taken by the sea and noone ever became suspicious. Only his conscience has been suffering since then, but still he doesn't talk openly about this outbreak of wrath.

• The abscence of war in his former life has not exactly helped in molding his mind into a host of combat skills. What he can physically do with his sword he has learned after the beginning of the purgatory -- and it certainly isn't much.
• He's a damn big fellow. Impressively tall and muscled, but also with lots of food and drinking having left a thin, but soft layer around his waistline he's neither the fastest nor the most agile.
• The sun is something he doesn't like. Not that much of a problem in regions as high in the north as iceland, but his albino skin still has a massive tendency to itch and burn even if the exposure is rather short. It causes distraction and induces pain. Also his eyesight might be impaired in such situations.
• Born in 1483 he pratically was taken out of his original life at an age of 19. Oddur still looks halfway like a boy in his late youth. He can't boast with a lot of social experience, is easily distracted by his own natural curiosity and still doesn't know much about the world outside of Iceland.

• Him not being skilled with a sword, halberd or bow doesn't mean that he's defenseless or has no bite. It seems as if fate -- in its own, strange way -- has granted him an amount of knowledge he has desired and that allows him to go beyond the physical domain. He could tell a lot of evil creatures how to improve in the occult and, given the material, he could make much more out of his equipment than just solid pieces of metal. He has already done so with his sword which he primarily doesn't use to try and make a stand in close quarters, but as a means of channeling power and releasing destructive energy of different kinds against the foes the world provides in such an abundance.
• It definitely isn't a match for a decent weapon and the knowledge how to use it, however with his size he is a beast himself. Better try to fist your enemy or run over him than just standing there and doing nothing. Not always your comrades are readily available to help you out of an unexpected situation. Also if something needs to be lifted or chopped out of the way one could ask him to do it.

• Violence: 9 (+1 for being male) = 10
• Fortitude: 4
• Soul: 8
• Passion: 1
• Perception: 3
• Command: 0

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@Poet I've made some minor changes, primarily re-formulating a few things. Ready to be reviewed.