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The Heroes Go Forth!

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The Heroes Go Forth!

Linmark was a cold place, a very cold place. Those people born there were accustomed to snow falling winter and summer, to the sun never reaching as high above the horizon as it did in other regions and to the ubiquity of ice. Setariél, despite his other self that was as undesired as it was rather new, was no exception to this. He had felt quite comfortable beneath a thick layer of cloth and fur as long as there had been chill winds and dark nights, but the further he had traveled towards Khrousahvell the more rare these conditions had become. His body just wasn't equipped for this kind of warm environment, so despite not having to walk himself but sitting on a horse-drawn cart Setariél had started sweating. By the time the man had reached what was bound to be the epicentre of the festival he had actually disposed of as many clothes as one reasonably could without breaking common societal rules.

Not hindered by any kind of sleeves, sunlight continuously pounded the skin around his tremendous bi- and triceps and did the same to the major part of his legs. He'd probably regret this within hours, but not exposing his pale skin to too much sunlight meant that he'd have to expose his body to too much heat and he held silent hopes for the former problem fixing itself much faster by adaptation. On the plus side of things it didn't seem like many people were paying much attention to his appearance. Apparently they had too much else to do or they thought of this actually being some kind of costume based on a lot of mere paint Setariél imagined.

Setariél had mixed himself into the very heterogenous and no less large crowd of people who were paying attention to the plethora of attractions, businesses and other things the festival had to offer. The slow current of people was pushing him into more or less chaotic directions, but at least he was able to see over the other people's heads and keep track of where things were going. How many mead drinking contests had he already passed while struggling with the temptation to try and beat them ? If it had not been for the awesome artistic performance of some of his countrymen and -women distracting him he would certainly have given in to the last one. Anyway... a large bag of sweets had already found its way onto his elbow and greedy consumption had set in. He'd probably come out of this festival a little bigger than he had come in, but still this was much preferable to ending up totally drunk.

After all, Setariél tried to remind himself, he had serious business to do. He was not here for indulging himself, but rather because of investigation that required a clear mind. Those visions were discomforting, he didn't want to have those unasked interruptions! Still Linmark had no lack of people taking magic and supernatural stuff serious and he himself had no intent to just ignore the message they delivered. Well... at least they delivered one and weren't just random nonsense. And then, just as the giant male was about to toss another piece of candy into his gaping mouth, it hit him:

“… You… You are here! A… Oh how wonderful! Please… Please find my child…! Aaaalll… All will be made, clear… you must trust me.”

Setariél started coughing the hell out of himself -- candy was no good it one's respiratory system. By bowing forwards and clapping onto his back with his own hands as hard as he could, he pushed aside the crowd around him vigorously. Those... damn... visions! The nicely colored piece of sugar finally came out flying and Setariél sat down on the ground in order to calm himself. Now what to do... What kind of child had this voice been talking about ? Finding any kind of person during this festival felt like a challenge being next to impossible.

Portals to the Nether (Fetzen x AutumnFrost)

Othen noticed that she was struggling with actually shaking his hand, so he silently decided not to prolong this any further then absolutely necessary in order for things not becoming awkward. Having retracted his arm, he patiently waited for her meal to be served and for her to dig into the first bits of it.

"What brings me here ?" he repeated, buying himself one more moment of thinking before actually providing an answer. "Maybe you have already considered it, but I am a blacksmith from a small village close to the border. Normally I have a lot of very ordinary business to do: Horseshoes, nails, prongs and a great variety of farming tools. Sometimes however I receive more special requests since it seems I'm the only talented blacksmith in the neighbourhood and then I have to get some higher quality ingots or even different metals then steel in the first place. Eversong, despite the long travel, still is the best place to get this. There are vendors in other towns that are much closer, but sometimes they are sold out and I'm under time pressure."

Othen was both confident and satisfied with himself. That cover story was good -- and not that overused yet. Part of him hoped that Branna wasn't the kind of person who'd not stop drilling until having asked every imaginable question, but another part hoped for a nice conversation and actually felt regret for so blatantly lying at her.

"I think that explains why almost nobody has seen me here before. I just don't live here usually. Do you ?"

A Journey for the Ages [1x1 SporkoBug and Fetzen]

"What I say ? Well... I'd say that I'm not worried about traveling, but more about the lich. Have you even a glimpse of an idea about how difficult it can be to take down a lich ? I'd say that four people are the absolutely and bare minimum we'll require and that is only if all of those four are very talented to say the least. In some way or the other at least..."

Vadym could only wonder why not more ressources were to be allocated to that task. Had the administration really become so rotten in these lands that nobody but some small private trader cared about this ?

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"No, you're tiny!" the gargoyle answered more spontaneously then very well thought about. In immediate retrospect his words probably only helped to aggravate the situation.

"Well then, let's see..." The gargoyle grabbed the rope tying up Blake's hands as carefully as he could. It barely took more than a very easy looking movement for his claw to split it into two much less restricting pieces.

"That was easy. The question is... who did this to you ?"

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The Heroes Go Forth!

Almost weekend time, so almost post time for me. I'll try to get stuff up in 24 - 48 hours :)

The Heroes Go Forth!

Setariél

Setariél

Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half human
Appearance: Setariél's skin has the clarity, flawlessness and smoothness of a young man in his early twenties, but it is pale like the full moon and won't change no matter how much time he'd spent in the desert of Sweym Sma. His eyes have become devoid of any other color except the bright red of fresh blood and so have his lips. His hair almost reaches down to the middle of his back and usually is combed with love to detail. In general it can be said that he tries to keep himself clean and in order just like it would be expected from someone of his, well, former standing. His ears are pointy, but obviously not enough for a pure-blooded elf. Being over a head taller than either the average elf or the average human, appearing well-fed and very muscular he's also an intimidatingly big, easy to recognize fellow.

Birthplace: Linmark
Status or nobility ?: He's a noble, but barely receives any support from his family anymore due to certain events in his biography.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: Setariél has been trained in the way of a knight, but probably without the holy fuzz other nations would make around this job. He can wear heavy armor with ease and handle both one- and two-handed swords, but his enormous bulk -- while giving him tremendous strength -- doesn't allow for fast movements or much trickery. Magic has not been part of his training, even though his sword and armor have been imbued to enhance their durability.

Personality: Setariél is a calm being, getting him enraged can be considered a minor achievement in most situations. Due to his noble background he is surprisingly well educated, but he doesn't try to let this hang out. On the contrary: He has almost been conditioned to be modest. However, since he has been banned by his family, the first cracks have begun to appear. A lot of internal frustration has piled up and poking him there repeatedly might result in a anything but modest outburst. Also he has started to invest coins into lots of beer and other beverages in order to try and dilute his pain. He's intelligent and values loyalty, but becoming true friends with him has become a lot more difficult. Setariél has started to distrust foreigners by default -- they have to prove to him that they don't have any harmful intent.

Biography: Setariél was born into an old and quite reknown family of nobles in the capital city of Linmark. Being one of three childs born in pretty much the same generation he was not the only one to receive the attention of his parents, but nonetheless he did not have to fear any kind of shortcomings on the material side of things. However there also was no lack of demands put on the young boy.

His family is much into local and regional politics, has money to an amount that could be considered fairly abundant and certainly does not lack influence, but also has a reputation to defend. Therefore his education was pushed from early on not only in order to shape him into a viable successor for the family's business, but also to excel over the average countryman of his age in many other areas such as literature, mathematics and last but not least physical exercise and fighting skills in particular. It is safe to say that this kind of approach did see considerable successes, but also it was quite incompatible with the expectations and hopes most young men, including him, have for their life.

Producing a lot of internal friction with regard to the rest of his family Setariél did keep quiet towards the public though. Just as it was expected of him he tried to stay away from any kind of snob-like behavior and to mix with the average people as far as his general standing allowed for. A family needed fresh blood from time to time and his one followed the tradition of being open towards less or even not noble individuals marrying with their members. That was... if those individuals met the criteria put up by the elders.

Setariél's interests did not exactly follow suit with those criteria though. He started to have feelings for a woman his parents, having much more experience, would clearly have turned against. Knowing this right from the beginning, he also prevented them knowing about her right from the beginning. That was until that damned night when they met in bed and she revealed the true nature about her attractivity: She bit him, sucked out some of his blood and left behind the curse.

The vampirism triggered a quite violent reaction inside Setariél's body. His appearance changed from blonde hair, brown eyes and ordinary complexion to the red-white 'monster' he seems to be now, but only on the outside. On the inside his personality remained unchanged, so while he clearly felt the newborn urge for blood he refused to let go of it against each and everyone. Managing this requirement alone probably would have been rather difficult, but the worst part of the damage done was that now his relationship could no longer remain hidden.

Outraged about what had happened the family's council had to decide what to do now. One of the three current sons having been turned ? The delicate control system having failed to utterily ? The thought of this becoming public was intolerable, but successfully hiding Setaríél from now on for all of time was equally unimaginable. A less embarrassing cover story was invented, one about a vampire having intruded Setariél's manor while he had been on vacation. It worked, but only while also demonstrating that there was no way back for Setariél. His vampiric component could not be allowed to intoxicate the bloodline, nor could he be allowed to roam around in Linmark freely despite him claiming to have things under control.

The solution was to banish him, to put him as far away from Linmark as Linmark's authority reached. It would be up to each of the other nations to decide on their own what to do with new inhabitants of this kind, assuming that Setariél would dare to live in the open in the first place. Contact would remain, but what his parents certainly won't tell him is that they have their fingers on the trigger that activates an assassination contract... Just in case they should get the impression that things are about to spin out of control irrecoverably.

Shortly after him leaving Linmark the vision set in, guiding him to the holy kingdom. He's not sure what to make out of the strange words, it could also be that his new condition also includes him slowly becoming crazy, but... Currently this is the only aim he has. And he is doing his best to reach his destination without getting arrested or so.

The Heroes Go Forth!

@DontCallMeZelda I'd like to apologize for the delay in my application, but here it is. I hope it makes sense :)

Setariél

Setariél

Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half human
Appearance: Setariél's skin has the clarity, flawlessness and smoothness of a young man in his early twenties, but it is pale like the full moon and won't change no matter how much time he'd spent in the desert of Sweym Sma. His eyes have become devoid of any other color except the bright red of fresh blood and so have his lips. His hair almost reaches down to the middle of his back and usually is combed with love to detail. In general it can be said that he tries to keep himself clean and in order just like it would be expected from someone of his, well, former standing. His ears are pointy, but obviously not enough for a pure-blooded elf. Being over a head taller than either the average elf or the average human, appearing well-fed and very muscular he's also an intimidatingly big, easy to recognize fellow.

Birthplace: Linmark
Status or nobility ?: He's a noble, but barely receives any support from his family anymore due to certain events in his biography.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: Setariél has been trained in the way of a knight, but probably without the holy fuzz other nations would make around this job. He can wear heavy armor with ease and handle both one- and two-handed swords, but his enormous bulk -- while giving him tremendous strength -- doesn't allow for fast movements or much trickery. Magic has not been part of his training, even though his sword and armor have been imbued to enhance their durability.

Personality: Setariél is a calm being, getting him enraged can be considered a minor achievement in most situations. Due to his noble background he is surprisingly well educated, but he doesn't try to let this hang out. On the contrary: He has almost been conditioned to be modest. However, since he has been banned by his family, the first cracks have begun to appear. A lot of internal frustration has piled up and poking him there repeatedly might result in a anything but modest outburst. Also he has started to invest coins into lots of beer and other beverages in order to try and dilute his pain. He's intelligent and values loyalty, but becoming true friends with him has become a lot more difficult. Setariél has started to distrust foreigners by default -- they have to prove to him that they don't have any harmful intent.

Biography: Setariél was born into an old and quite reknown family of nobles in the capital city of Linmark. Being one of three childs born in pretty much the same generation he was not the only one to receive the attention of his parents, but nonetheless he did not have to fear any kind of shortcomings on the material side of things. However there also was no lack of demands put on the young boy.

His family is much into local and regional politics, has money to an amount that could be considered fairly abundant and certainly does not lack influence, but also has a reputation to defend. Therefore his education was pushed from early on not only in order to shape him into a viable successor for the family's business, but also to excel over the average countryman of his age in many other areas such as literature, mathematics and last but not least physical exercise and fighting skills in particular. It is safe to say that this kind of approach did see considerable successes, but also it was quite incompatible with the expectations and hopes most young men, including him, have for their life.

Producing a lot of internal friction with regard to the rest of his family Setariél did keep quiet towards the public though. Just as it was expected of him he tried to stay away from any kind of snob-like behavior and to mix with the average people as far as his general standing allowed for. A family needed fresh blood from time to time and his one followed the tradition of being open towards less or even not noble individuals marrying with their members. That was... if those individuals met the criteria put up by the elders.

Setariél's interests did not exactly follow suit with those criteria though. He started to have feelings for a woman his parents, having much more experience, would clearly have turned against. Knowing this right from the beginning, he also prevented them knowing about her right from the beginning. That was until that damned night when they met in bed and she revealed the true nature about her attractivity: She bit him, sucked out some of his blood and left behind the curse.

The vampirism triggered a quite violent reaction inside Setariél's body. His appearance changed from blonde hair, brown eyes and ordinary complexion to the red-white 'monster' he seems to be now, but only on the outside. On the inside his personality remained unchanged, so while he clearly felt the newborn urge for blood he refused to let go of it against each and everyone. Managing this requirement alone probably would have been rather difficult, but the worst part of the damage done was that now his relationship could no longer remain hidden.

Outraged about what had happened the family's council had to decide what to do now. One of the three current sons having been turned ? The delicate control system having failed to utterily ? The thought of this becoming public was intolerable, but successfully hiding Setaríél from now on for all of time was equally unimaginable. A less embarrassing cover story was invented, one about a vampire having intruded Setariél's manor while he had been on vacation. It worked, but only while also demonstrating that there was no way back for Setariél. His vampiric component could not be allowed to intoxicate the bloodline, nor could he be allowed to roam around in Linmark freely despite him claiming to have things under control.

The solution was to banish him, to put him as far away from Linmark as Linmark's authority reached. It would be up to each of the other nations to decide on their own what to do with new inhabitants of this kind, assuming that Setariél would dare to live in the open in the first place. Contact would remain, but what his parents certainly won't tell him is that they have their fingers on the trigger that activates an assassination contract... Just in case they should get the impression that things are about to spin out of control irrecoverably.

Shortly after him leaving Linmark the vision set in, guiding him to the holy kingdom. He's not sure what to make out of the strange words, it could also be that his new condition also includes him slowly becoming crazy, but... Currently this is the only aim he has. And he is doing his best to reach his destination without getting arrested or so.

The Heroes Go Forth!

I'm working on an half-elven archer with limited melee prowess. Since we so far seem to have a rather mage-heavy party I have decided to go for a less magical and more physical approach. I hope that's a viable concept.