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Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Fixed it up, writing with a makeshift pencil.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

One of the guild's few elves was sitting with his back against the wall a few feet from the inside of the guild-hall's gate. He had a pipe gripped in his teeth, while one hand scribbled with a sharpened, charred twig in a journal held by the other. Every so often, a look of consternation crossed his face, and he scribbled something out, as if he had made an error in some calculation.

He was a curious creature. Social by nature, he only sought solitude when he chose to write. This privacy seemed to extend to the writing itself, as those snoopy enough to open it without his permission found they couldn't read it. Some joked that he was actually illiterate, and was writing nonsense to look smart. Some thought Erevan might be a novelist, perhaps a famous one under a pen-name, and he used a code to keep his identity a secret. There were even an odd few who kept a wary eye on him, thinking him some kind of spy using a code.

Erevan never answered to the rumors, and kept happily writing away in corners of rooms when he had tired of company(this usually took quite some time).

A strange sound caused the elf to tilt his head, trying to hear it better. A sharp, damp slapping, like wet feet running on cobblestones. This turned out to be exactly correct, however unlikely that was, as a young man barged through the gate at a run, sopping from head to toe.

"Keep rushing like that and you'll burn yourself out before you get whereever 'tis that you mean to be." Erevan spoke in a pleasant drawl, carrying the accent of one who speaks low elven as a first language.

The young man was followed by another, a guild runner, Erevan recognized. He greeted this one more simply, "Evening."

The runner leaned a hand against the wall, puffing hard, and looking at Erevan unclearly for a moment.

"You too," he finally got out.

"Beg pardon?"

The runner waved a hand in "wait up" gesture, then expounded. "Gathering folks for the guildmaster. You're wanted too."

@Royaletutor59

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

@Hero@Trainerblue192@WeepingLiberty

"It was good," Cassandra found herself answering her friend and also her vampire partner. She took a step sideways so that she was facing Amaris as well. "Yes, I suppose I had fun..." she trailed off, feeling a flush creep into her face. She found it awkward for Amaris to speak to her as if she were a child. Moreover, as if she were her child. But Amaris's expression was strange too. Cassandra realized they didn't know how to interact with each other.

She noticed that Lilie's demeaner chainged almost instantly when Amaris entered the conversation. Cassandra thought back to the arrest the night before, and thought that Lilie seemed now more like she had been then. Was she afraid of vampires?

This seemed to be confirmed as Lilie quickly made plans with Salem, which Cassandra took as her trying to escape the situation. Cassandra wished fervantly that she could join her new friends, but after a quick internal debate she decided that she couldn't force her way into two invitations from Lilie tonight, and it seemed like it was meant to be the two of them.

Suddenly the instructor was ushering them out with threats of violence. Cassandra almost ignored him, but did turn to Amaris.

"Were you ready to return to the dorm? Is there anything you needed?" It was crass to ask if a vampire needed blood(or, for a human to ask, anyway), so Cassandra skirted the subject, but thought her meaning should be clear.

Of Blood and Magic

Cassandra

@Hero @Trainerblue192

Cassandra and Salem exchanged a few more blows, the former instructing the latter on form, but he was getting the basics quickly enough.

The class ended with a surprising bang, as a mage was thrown across the arena. Not a just a mage, it was Lilie! Cassandra took a step to move around Salem, who she had momentarily forgotten about. She had no idea what she was doing, she saw who had done the throwing, it was an Astorio Count who looked vaguely familiar. Her hands were in fists, and she could smell burning fabric before she was aware that her fire was coming to the surface.

And then she saw stars. Salem, who's back was to the scene, didn't realize anything other than training was happening, and had punched Cassandra in the jaw. She staggered sideways, and fell down hard on her bottom.

By now their instructor had responded to the situation, and everything looked like it was under control. The class was called to an end while Cassandra sat on the cold stone ground.

She got to her feet, feeling strange. She wasn't sure why that scene had upset her so much. It recalled the arrest from the night before. And the perpetrator only reminded her again of her blessedly short time with Dominique.

Cassandra clapped Salem on the arm, and started toward the gear rack.

"I'ma go see if she's alright."

Cassandra approached at a jog as Aaron rushed away with some kind of urgency.

"Hey! You alright? That looked pretty bad."

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

I thought the same thing!

And you know, four players isn't bad anyway. One of my most successful rps was myself and just two others.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

@Blenheim Looks reasonable to me, anyway.

My first headcanon is Erevan and Eomer trading scar stories.

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Cool, I was the first to get a character posted.

Should we make a discord?

Terrenum: The Great War (Fantasy/Realistic/Dice - Recruiting Applicants)

Erevan

Character Name: Erevan

Appearance

A tall elf man, red haired and well built. His body is scarred in many places, and bears tattoos to commemorate victories, losses, and fallen comrades. His left arm has several rings of elvish lettering, those who can read it would recognize them as names.
Though roughened from hard conflict, his slim hands still show a nimble grace.
Though clothing depends on the situation, his most ubiquitous garb will always be his armor. A brigandine of green dyed leather. It is composed of four long, overlapping leather panels. They wrap around his back and fasten in the front, where they curve upward, so that they form a series of V shapes where they meet.
A leather skirt of similar construction hangs down, but only covers the front of his thighs.
The top panel has a pair of pauldrons. A high collar of steel wraps around the back of the neck and is fastened to both leather and pauldrons by leather straps.
There are steel plates hidden under the leather, but evidenced by bronze studs that hold them in place.
Under this is gray cloth armor, with short sleeves and chainmail in the under arms.
He has high leather boots with steel plates at the shins, and green leather bracers.

Racial/Ethnic Background: Elven Kingslander, speaks common and low elvish.

Habits: Dinks and smokes, but doesn't like to do so alone. Keeps a journal in an esoteric elvish shorthand that no one else seems able to read. Weaves flower crowns and chains when bored at camp. Sings incessantly. Paints local flowers on the front of his shield, when he has time.

Grapple: Standard
Unarmed: 3
Melee Skill: 3
Ranged Skill: 3
Strength: 3
Toughness: 3
Wounds: 1
Initiative: 5
Will Power: 4
Morale: 8
Combat Sense: 6
Attacks: 2d6
Weapons: A short sword (slashing) and a spear (piercing, reach 10ft).
Armor: A brigantine of green dyed leather, with shining bronze studs at the corners of the steel plates that are under the leather (B 40% / S 50% / P 40%). A round shield, wooden with a steel rim (medium shield 5+ save).

Special Rules:

Unification War Veteran - You've seen the worst in men. You understand better than any other why no king rules over the Noble Families. You watched as villages were razed and long lines of men clad in armor marched against each other. The sound of heavy armor-clad cavalry charging your position is still clear in your ears at night. It is nearly a century and a half and you can perfectly recall the final clash of would-be rulers... and the dead that littered the fertile fields of your home. Corpse fires were a common sight during these years, for any body left intact could eventually lead to an undead plague. You have seen the worst in the most noble of men; you are still waiting to see the best in them.

Shield Proficiency - You are trained to handle a medium or heavy shield without becoming encumbered.

Heavy Armor Proficiency - You are trained and conditioned to wear heavy armor without becoming encumbered.

Journeyman Jeweler - In a past life, you created works of art for the nobles to wear.

Apprentice Weaponsmith - You have some skill with making weapons, however, you have much more to learn.

A Fantasy Adventure Focusing on Story and Backed by a Dash of Dice

@One Who Tames As others say, Casual is probably the most active board. Tabletop in particular is honestly quite empty.

I've done games with dice here in casual before, and while I agree that it can put some people off, I think for most people if they like the game they'll play either way.

How Saturated is the Market for Fantasy Adventures?

Cool beans, I eagerly await additional details so I can lovingly craft a character for you to torture.