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Had another invasion dream and added it

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Verđandi watched as the others approached, taking in their presence with a neutral and perhaps slightly curious eye. The dark elf was not as she expected, and indeed out of the ordinary for the reputation his kind had, but she could respect his forwardness. The woman, Cora as she introduced herself, was a refreshing contrast to the reserved demeanor of the others. Verđandi found herself cracking a slight smile at the woman, the corner of her mouth turning up a bit. She saw something within Cora, a reminder of times of old...

When Bane spoke, her eyes drifted to him, his warning of generosity negating that smile into that slight frown once more. Verđandi held her tongue for now, allowing Bane to tell his short but straightforward tale. Those worn eyes took a lock to her, and Verđandi felt the invisible passing of the torch as he finished up.

"Even vagrants need respite. In a time so dark, I am warmed to see such generosity offered." Verđandi had no bite to her tone, no nitpicking regarding Bane's advice. She took a few steps to bring her bowl to the offered vial, similarly depositing some vayl to her soup. "My name is Verđandi. I serve no master or patron, and hail from the northlands." She stepped back from the vial, stirring the spice into her meal. "I fight for my stolen land, for my people, and for a life taken by the darkness." She paused for a moment, a sadness creasing her face for a moment, as if in a memory. That low emotion didn't last long though, and that resounding peace surrounding her returned as she glanced about the others. "That is a goal we all share, no? A path to ensure our future is intact, wherever it may lead?" Her gentle eyes lingered upon the dark elf a little longer than the others, noting the order of which they arrived, but she soon stepped back to her place at the stump, that calm aura still lingering about her.

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

New dream added, thought it was cool

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Info for any who'd like it: Dragons Dogma 2 has a separate character creator app (I know for sure in Steam) that may be of use if anyone wants to play around in it for their characters here. 😊 I plan to add in an image when I get home later of what felt good for Verđandi. Sadly I didn't have the sane mind to save her so I could see if I could make up an armor that's close to what I'm picturing in the actual game.

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Kneeling in a small dip created by tree roots was a silvery statue of a humanoid figure. It had to have been there for quite a while based off the feathers and sticks atop its head and the slightly dull sheen to the armor it wore, but upon closer inspection, this form was no mere statue. Instead, this was a stilled warrior, one at peace with the surroundings about her. That pile of sticks and feathers was no mere bird's nest, but a carefully crafted tapestry with cascading patterns and securing twine, interwoven natural art with a few small animal furs as the base. Her face was exposed, though she looked not upon the forest around her as the sun set. This somewhat wizened woman appeared to be meditating, or was a champion at sleeping while sitting up. Before her, lying in the patchy grass, was a sword and shield, similarly silver like her armor. However, the faded away markings of what appeared to be falling water was etched into the shield, and coiling strands of leaves on a wiry branch decorated the scabbard of her blade. They also seemed at peace with the forest, as if nature itself had given its permission for them to exist. Underneath those was a traveling pack, sheltered as if it needed protection from beyond its metallic guardians.

Nothing had disturbed this statuesque woman or her gear, or at least nothing of real consequence. The air grew colder as time passed, and the woman began to feel the sting of the chill inside her nostrils. There was something else there though, a different tickle to her senses as it was carried on the wind. At first it was hard to discern, the faint whispers almost hallucination, but the repetition of it broke the woman free from her state.

Her nose scrunched up a little, and she cleared her throat. Eyelids fluttered like awakened from a dream and crystalline blue eyes took in the night. She glanced about ahead of her, noting how different the trees seemed in this lighting. A roll of her shoulders helped awaken her body as she further took in her surroundings. That particular scent wasn't going away. With a stiff heave, the woman propped herself up and dusted her knees off. A quick stretch to the sky and a gathering of her items followed, then she stepped up and out of her small shelter.

Another scan of her surroundings finally pinpointed that source of the smell: a fire illuminated a small patch through the trees, and the scent of food began to accompany it. Verðandi's face slightly frowned. Who had the gall to announce their position so boldly? Whether this would be an experienced or amateur camp, it deserved investigation. In no particular rush, she picked her way towards the camp, her eyes battling the sudden changes of light and constantly adjusting from light to darkness. Even in her heavier gear, Verðandi was at home in her silver fortress, and barely made noise as she trekked towards the treeline. As she got closer, it was obvious this was no enemy, at least not yet, and a bumbling fool stood awkwardly with a bowl in hand just across the way.

"Stay your hand, stranger," She gave as a greeting and a warning, crossing into the borders of the camp with her hands resting upon the pommel of her blade on her right hip. Her voice was deeper than most, but calm and comforting, like the beloved village elder or baker. "I am no wolf."

The old man in the cloak gave his welcome, and she dipped her head in thanks. "My thanks, good sir." She accepted that offered bowl with her off hand and stepped aside, taking a position between the two men of the camp and sitting upon an old stump. She didn't remove that headdress as she brought that bowl to her senses, breathing in that meal. Her gut told her there was nothing to fear here, even among strangers found in the forest.

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

A new dream added, one about a colony cult and science!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

And another dream!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Added a dream

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Verđandi

Character Name: Verđandi

Race: Human

Class: Valkyrie. A title given to those guardsmen who have faced tragedy and death, yet walk to see another day. Fierce in battle but loyal to their comrades, these warriors guide their people to victory or death, both outcomes deserving of honor and pride when fairly fought for. Verđandi adopted the title after a major battle that nearly wiped out her entire home, having feeling she herself had died there and then reborn to enact justice against the darkness. Valkyries prefer close quarters combat but don't shy away from using ranged options when it suits their cause. They were regarded highly, seen as guardians borne from the willow itself, years of memory and training bestowed upon them as a gift in their time of calling.

Age: 40

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Moonvale, a place long taken by the Darkblight

Moonvale Lore, provided by GM

Nestled in the heart of Eldoria, rested along the banks of the Silvershore River. Its wooden bridges connected cobblestone streets, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted from cozy bakeries. The Silvershore River was the lifeblood of Moonvale. Barges laden with goods—grain, wool, and handcrafted wares—drifted downstream toward distant markets. The River Guild oversaw trade, negotiating fair prices and settling disputes. Their meetings took place in the guildhall, where the walls echoed with centuries-old agreements.

Moonvale’s origins traced back to a humble trading post. Merchants sought refuge there, drawn by the river’s bounty and the promise of fertile land. The town’s name came from the shimmering silver leaves of the ancient willow tree that stood in the central square.

The ancient willow tree in the square was said to harbor secrets. Its leaves rustled even on windless nights, and its roots delved deep into Eldoria’s history. Elders claimed that touching the willow granted glimpses of forgotten memories. Lovers carved their initials into its bark, believing their bond would endure like the tree itself.

Moonvale thrived on community—a patchwork of farmers, blacksmiths, and storytellers. Their lives intertwined like the willow’s branches. Visitors arrived seeking respite from the world’s chaos. They found solace in Moonvale’s simple rhythms, where the river’s song lulled them to sleep.

Moonvale faced an encroaching menace. The once-vibrant town now grappled with fading hope. The ancient willow tree, its silver leaves once shimmering, stood as a sentinel against the approaching darkness.

Townspeople rallied, their resolve unyielding. Blacksmiths forged blades, and farmers reinforced barricades. Yet, the threat defied comprehension. The Silvershore River, its waters no longer a lifeline, served as a feeble barrier.

Lovers clung to each other, seeking solace beneath the ancient willow’s branches. Their whispered promises echoed through the quiet streets. Moonvale’s fate hung in the balance.

As moonlight waned, the townspeople fought bravely. But the menace consumed all. Homes crumbled, bridges sagged, and the scent of decay replaced that of fresh bread. The last survivors gathered near the ancient willow, its silver leaves now ashen.

And so, Moonvale fell—an echo of its former self. The river’s song faded, replaced by eerie silence. Wind rustled through abandoned streets, carrying tales of courage against an inscrutable adversary.

Appearance: Verđandi is a proud and strong woman, having seen years of travel and battle. Her face holds an aura of experience and faith, her posture one of nobility and pride. Light blue eyes like pure ice judge others they look upon, and long, silver hair like wavy clouds cascade from her head, unless theyre pinned up in a haphazard bun. Various wrinkles mark her face originating from the sun, her age, or the stresses of battle. While mostly serious and typically wearing a neutral frown, there are lingering lines of laughter that have joined her other wrinkles. She's not the strongest person ever, but her muscles are notable and her body fit for her duty. She has wide hips and a pear-like figure, the skirt tails of her armor accentuating that fact. In battle, she prefers a full coverage platemail with blue and brown undercoat, though she foregoes the full helmet. Instead, she dons a headdress, fitting like a tight hood, with various hand-threaded sticks, vines, leaves, feathers, and fur, silver beads of various sizes adorning them like hair. This natural tapestry is a tribute of the sacred tree at her long lost home and of the long scattered critters that inhabited the place. When lounging or working, the woman prefers practical wear: pants to skirts, tunics to corsets, boots to slippers. In what little leisure time she gives herself, she seems a working but homely peasant, used to the rigors of homesteading and an earned life. She prefers to use a sword and shield, though has had some experience in using larger weapons. That signature shield is a classic spade-like shape, though the emblem of a long abandoned town gently marks the metal, a depiction of what could either be seen as a tree with sweeping, drooping branches, or a flow of water, falling from some larger origin. Her blade is simple in design, though similarly holds the naturalistic motif of her headdress and shield with the scabbard.

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@TaintedMushroom I was thinking of going a (fairly) safer route with a Fighter/Valkyrie type based off an old Skyrim character I made. Gung-ho, noble, doesn't shy from battle, supportive of teammates, all that jazz. Haven't made up a sheet yet since I'm waiting on GM confirmation.

If another wants that type of role, I do enjoy me some stealth/brutal characters too. Fight dirty, hit 'em where it hurts, use the environment, no mercy. I could prolly adjust another character I already have for use in this rp too.