Fetzen

King's Pass Mountains

Vadymc

Member name: Fetzen
Character name: Vadymc
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Appearance:
As typical for the tiefling race, Vadymc's body features a prominent set of horns, a long and muscular tail and red, rather leathery skin. In stark contrast to the latter his hair is nearly pitch black and reaches well past his shoulders. Vadymc's eyes are equipped with an inconspicuous, brown iris and separated by a much more striking -- because long and pointy -- nose. Not only by a rogue's and even by tiefling standards he is extremely tall, standing at no less than about seven and nine inches from the soles of his feet to the top of his forehead. He's more sinew and burly, but muscle mass is quite visible still.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Vadymc's repertoire roughly matches that of your average thief and silent killer, but there are notable differences: Due to his sheer size and no less crushing weight it can come as no surprise that his stealth abilities are sub-par to those of many of his 'colleagues' and that he also lacks their agility in many cases, but on the other hand he also is much more sturdy and capable of taking a brunt if anything should go wrong and can achieve higher speeds in terms of running and even climbing. He can choke somebody to the point of unconsciousness or even death with bare hands and carry the individual away subsequently, but has difficulties with pickpocketing and tight spaces. He's not much into throwing daggers, but as a fan of mechanical artwork he knows how to lay down traps that can put people in a desperate situation on a moment's notice.

Equipment:

• A pair of stilettos
• A set of lockpicks
• Leather armor, boots and gloves covering most of his body and with many small satchels attached to it
• Rope with a grappler on one end that can be thrown
• Two shrunk and highly modified 'bear'-traps intended for use against humanoids
• Coin, food and water for a small number of days
• A backpack to store whatever can't be worn directly on his body/armor

King's Pass Mountains

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Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

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The Elder Scrolls: Legacy

Rydalac

Sum your life so far into a single paragraph
I've been born in Helgathe, deep in the Alik'r desert. It was roughly the year the Aldmeri Dominion finally retreated from my homeland, so the circumstances of the previous war and political struggles never really crossed my way. Being a nomad my life probably did not differ much from that of the average Redguard. That started to change however when I discovered not only my talent, but my greed for the secret and how to break it. So let's just say my parents weren't all too happy when someday I decided to leave Hammerfell and go to Cyrodiil for the sake of more adventure and less boredom. I'm still maintaining good relations to them, but a less arid and more densily populated region is just so much more favorable for further developing the skills I taught myself... under slightly dubious circumstances.


What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make ?
Unlike what some people I bumped into during my various endeavours might claim I have work ethics. These forbid me to do things that are out of balance in order to reach my goals, so a seemingly simple theft and reconnaissance job should not end up with any dead bodies caused by me in order to bail myself out of a situation gone wrong. There was one occasion however when I had no proof about my employers good and important intentions, but I was so convinced that I indeed opted to pull through with violence for the sake of 'success'. I obtained the item and knowledge in question, but since then I sometimes feel as if I have lost something more important that night.


Tell me how other people would describe you ?
'Inconspicuous' might be a good term to describe it I think. Most people probably don't imagine that there's anything else noteworthy about me than my unusual outer appearance. They turn their heads, but pretty much don't care about me otherwise. That is, of course, unless they know about how I earn my living: Those having employed me often did so not because they wanted just 'anybody', but because the good part of my humble reputation had already reached out to them. Those who encountered my more hidden self otherwise... well I think I've left them behind quite afraid.


What are your outside interests ?
I like to come around -- not only people, but also just nature. It's not like we'd have much of that in the Alik'r desert and my travel list has become quite long. Aside from this I'm an avid consumer of more expensive spirits, but don't think I'd be drunk every other day! And last but not least I have a faible for mechanics and mathematics.


What are your greatest strengths ?
I tend to be underestimated. Most people think that Redguards are tough people who prefer to operate at the frontline as warriors. Measured by these standards I, being of ludicrous height but not overly burly, do fit neither into this scheme nor into that of the scoundrel. They think they could break me like a branch, but I'm a branch with a pointy end that sneaks up to them right in that big blind spot that is their insufficient imagination. I just do things a little differently than my colleagues and while I can't do everything they can do there are also things they can't do but I can. You gotta pick the right contracts for you, alright ?

If asked what I'd deem my greatest virtue however I'd say that it is my attitude. I've seen others for which greater experience in their business also meant mental degradation in the form of deadened feelings and a diminished sense for what is right and what is wrong. It's this kind of things which make the world a place more ugly than it needs to be and they also can get you into unnecessary trouble. I don't like to say that I'd be immune to this, but at least I can say that I've been doing comparably well in that respect so far.


What are your weaknesses ?
The silent tongue that's important for my business is prone to stand in my way otherwise. I might very well be a bit too much of an introvert in order to socialize easily. Small talk ? It's okay if the situation is accordingly casual, but I can't do it on purpose in order to massage someone's ears. So please don't send me to a damn trader in order to get a good price for the guild's needs. Send me for the full price or send me for the nonexistant price if you get what I mean.

Oh... and please don't make me pick up any of those swords, maces or axes everyone's so fond of. I know which end to point at the enemy, but I strongly prefer doing stuff with my own hands.


What are your aspirations for the future ?
Frankly ? Wealth and an occupation to keep me busy once I've become too old to do what I do today. Magic sounds good for that, maybe I should dig more into that. Yes, I know, my kind is ought to dislike that stuff, but I don't care because some of it is so useful.


Why do you want to join this guild ?
In recent time I've grown a little tired of the unregular stream of coin that comes with my style of employment so far. I hope that with a guild around me things will become a little more steady. Might also be a good opportunity to learn a few more things and to do some advertisement for myself -- by good work, of course.


What are your expectations of the guild ?
Umm... mutual respect, I guess ? Though I wouldn't be surprised if there'd be some boss around to toss nasty duties towards his or her subordinates. However then it would always be the same boss and not the broad and hard to learn variety of people I had to deal with so far. A nice play to stay would also be good to have, though I wouldn't dare to expect any luxury.

Skill level	Skill
Highly proficient	Unarmed combat
Moderately proficient	Stealth, lock picking, medium armor
Somewhat proficient	Alteration, acrobatics
Novice	Archery

Magic school	Spell
Alteration	Candlelight, detect life and telekinesis (the latter two on short range only)

Equipment type	Item
Weapon	Steel bow and quiver with arrows, two large knifes
Armor	A rather exquisite set of volcanic glass armor.
Food/provisions	Waterskin, dry meat and bread for a day or two
Miscellaneous	Satchel, a few septims, bedroll, small set of lockpicks

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

Týfurkh was somewhat shocked to see that even the added bunch of blows did not seem to have been enough in order to take Nieffar out of the equation. However the sudden appearance of more troops that actually seemed to be on their side instead of that of the sightless caused enough of a confusion in his mind to lose track about that particular thought. Had the soldiers whose camp he had called out for on top of the tower already made their way here ? That would have been blazingly fast, too fast to be possible. But... what kind of people were they then ? Some good and healthy minds still left in this city who had gathered and somehow felt what was going on here ?

Anyway... It was pretty obvious that this was the opportunity to leave and various callouts confirmed to him that this not only was a legitimate, but also a desired move to do. Týfurkh twisted around, searching for a particular thing he simply could not afford to leave behind: his crossbow! That item was next to irreplaceable, given that it was pretty much specifically designed for him. He found it in a position clearly indicating that somebody had discarded it with no care at all, but it seemed to be undamaged still.

Getting away from Nieffar and whatever kind of wicked transformation he had started to pull off only to apparently abort it moments later as quickly as he could, Týfurkh reached for his weapon and started running. Close to the main exit he looked behind, checking if everybody else was trying to get out as well and if anybody had difficulties doing so that might require his attention.

One big question had not risen its ugly head over the giant's cognitive horizon yet, but it was only a matter of time until it would though: Where to go, or rather hide, now ?

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Sooooooo, uhhhhhh

How is isolation treating everyone?

@Stormflyx

Let's say I have been looking forward to some relief from the infernal work schedule I had to deal with for the last two and a half months, but certainly not in the way that I still got an infernal work schedule but have to do it from the same place I usually associate with relaxation: my home.

And while I never believed in something like swarm intelligence I am appalled by the swarm dumbness some of my country's people are blatantly pulling off.

The Curse of Strahd Von Zarovich - A statless take on a D&D classic(NO D&D Experience required!)

I’m not sure yet if I can join, but I’m hella interested

@Smike

Same over here!

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

That had gone less badly than anticipated, even though the mental resistance of some of the soldiers had been almost palpable with bare hands. He, the Aen Seidhe, had just made proud humans listen to his commands ? A fine surprise indeed, but whether the process could be repeated or not was an entirely different question. It probably would not be the last time for him to have and try to use authority and he wasn't sure if he should be looking forward to it or be afraid of it. Therefore the elf was rather glad about having been given the task of finding fresh water. It made sense, would allow him to get into contact with the nature surrounding the castle and, last but not least, would lead him away from a bunch of potentially disgruntled men at work.

Where to begin though ? It dawned upon Tyrvariél that the castle might very well have been built right onto the only source of fresh water around and that in that case there was hardly anything he could do about it until the scouting party would return. Otherwise though there were two directions to go: to the left of to the right. Without additional information it would be a decision of pure randomness, but putting some more thought into the problem revealed to him that it also was not worth bothering about: If the castle wasn't built onto the source of fresh water it was certainly built close to it so it would be wise to go around the castle in a circle anyway, rendering the initial direction pretty much irrelevant.

Tyrvariél left the camp to the east.

Staying close to the castle in a circle would also give him the opportunity to check what kind of damage time had done to the outer wall and where repairs were in order. Getting this place back into shape on the inside would be pretty pointless while its outer defenses were incapable of doing their job properly. As the Aen Seidhe ventured into the depths of the woods alone he tried not only to concentrate on what he saw, but also on his ears. Water could come in many forms: A deep well would be undetectable by sound, but a creek would be more easily be heard than seen. The same could hold true for a boar, or, even worse, a bear. Both were things he was not looking forward to, but this was a pretty much wild forest. The worst case of course would be any kind of real aberration that the conjuction of spheres had brought upon this world once, but even then the fact that he still wore his armor would hopefully but at least some time to make a run for it. He was not much of an experience fighter even though the morning star dangling from his belt did not betray this.

As Tyrvariél slowly began his turn there didn't seem much to be discovered at first. A few trees had been ripped out of the soil by some anonymous storm, their massive trunks and extensive networks of branches waiting to be harvested. He would have to notify the others about these sources of firewood as halfway dry timber could not just be fabricated in no time. That would require a lot of transportation effort and, given that this forest probably had not seen any human for quite a while, the usage of carts and horses would be difficult. At least the abscence of any beaten paths gave some confirmation to the premise that this castle was abandoned. It would have been quite unfortunate to clean up this place only for some pesky noble to show up afterwards and claim that he owned it.

The further he went away from the green plains in front of the castle, the more dense and thus dark the forest became...

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

By the time the sightless' tendrils once again had made their way below his armor, his trousers and even below his body's outer layer that was his skin in order to make him bleed at a rather important place, Týfurkh had mentally been ready to follow Nieffar's commands. There simply was no point in pretending any longer that he might still be in reach of control here. The guards did not seem to be all too impressed by his explaining efforts, so things were definitely lost for him. Maybe it was worth it as long as this would help make the others survive ?

Some weird looking being hit the bell, then flew nearby the sightless and himself before disappearing somewhere behind his back where he couldn't see. Wasn't that a familiar ? A familiar he already knew ? A spark of hope, and when suddenly he could hear the screams of first one, then a second man and the clashing of metal roaring up behind his back where the guards were it turned into a fire. Was the party indeed trying a rescue attempt ? Then why were they fighting the city guards ? That didn't make sense. So maybe one of the cultists could not hold back ? If that was the truth it probably was the one act of idiocy Týfurkh would remember for potentially having saved his life.

The giant had already retracted his feet closer to where he sat as the first step of getting up, but before he could continue the sightless threatening him started to face other issues than him. Ohhh that looked pretty nasty... that was... pretty enjoyable from his own perspective. Had he ever seen Lynx in that form before ? Definitely not, but it had that certain aspect of awesomeness as he found in that moment. Unfortunately it wasn't allowed to last long as Nieffar's furious and seemingly aimless attacks finally improved and hit the familiar hard.

Týfurkh could hear someone telling him to run. He certainly would have done that in a normal situation, but as he saw Lynx threatened to be crushed and Sil doing what she could in order to prevent that from happening that simply didn't feel right. It would likely mean leaving the familiar to his impending doom while saving his own life happily. Aside from this Týfurkh also was flat-out pissed off. It had not sufficed for Sightless Nieffar to just threaten him like ordinary people would have done. No, Sightless NIeffar had done it in a way only somewhat wicked people would do and tried to deprive him of his dignity on the spot!

When else would be a good opportunity to hit if not now with Mr. Tree-Skin's attention being divided between two additional attackers and his body's embedded tentacles being diverted towards freshly torn wounds ? Speaking of which... maybe damaging Nieffar's damage control was the first step towards make him stop healing and start suffering!

Týfurkh continued the process of getting up, but altered it from the slow and obedient execution of a given order to a buildup of forward momentum. He rammed himself into the sightless and tried to reach for the tentacles which were trying to plug up the newly gained wounds. His intention was to pull at them with all of his strength in order to rip them off. People said that once puss had started to flow by itself one should allow it to flow and preferably out of the body than back into it. The case was very clear here!

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

I honestly think we should keep collecting all those little things that would almost have made their way into our posts and then write an alternate version of the story in which they all actually take place.

The outcome could be quite fascinating.

Also... why the hell get my character names all the more complicated the longer I am here ? An-Hasst four years ago was so simple and now look at this... Tyrvariél has way too many accents at weird places so people are prone to forget them or they're just a pain in the ass to type down. I guess living so close to France comes not without some immunity. Apologies to our DM! :)