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Wellspring Tavern: The Lich War

Lorn huffed through his nostrils, a flap of scar tissue from a spicy adventure from last winter making him snort unintendedly. He gave a furtive glance over to the mention of the Darkmere. He'd dabbled in that horror before, but his long years were as a clever orc and clever orcs don't go to haunted woods. Still, a tavern boast on sly words was worth a retort.

"That is an evil place. Those roots can take you to untold hells...." He got suddenly fixated into a distant stare. " twas a guide back then, a trailblazer. Still am me tinks." the big orc rattled off twiddling a tusk trying to do the quick arithmetic on his resume. It was ponderous and rude as the blech that followed. Lorn looked around half-expectantly before continuing to the barstooled mate. "What is it for you then, ay? Darkmere? I've been cutting timber since they gave me an axe. And I can tell you that shant no normal forest of this realm. No it is sick, vile, contemptuous, the sulfur and brimstone hangs in the air in those hollows." His stout clunked with a ThUdDDD as he fetched near his wayside knapsack. Coin rattled, and he sauntered his axe under the bartop as he leaned forward on his stool. a sliver of silver tickled across his brawny knuckles as he spoke once more, continuing. As of the young evening, more travers entered with no halt in sight. Maybe this was a working man's post the orc thought.

"Coin, now that talks."

Hider

【 Where 】 Wellspring Tavern - Bar
【 What 】 Seeking coin【 Who 】 Lorn & Syd

Wellspring Tavern: The Lich War

Lorn could see the haze of lanterns far ahead. He must be close. His nose smelt all a meaning of earthly vices, sweet, savory, homely. It all struck the orc like a broadside as he loped down the road, axe on shouldered and knapsack slung aside. He needed sustance for his travels, he knew that much. He recked of road travels and needed a inn too, perhaps a chatty barmaid to flirt the evening away too. He dreamed for a brief moment before sullenly sneaking into the main entrance with a group or dwarven adventures. Something of a dragon and and a horde, but he didnt bother, no he sought the bar. A strong drink would do him well he thought.

The corner of his eye spotted a tiny hooded figure near the barstool feet. He glanced down, curious, before an auburn minx entered his vision. She offered drink, respite, lodging, but no work particularly. He accepted what he was given, ale, of the strong sort. A large mug appeared. and Lorn once again sought his desires.

"I seek work. I know many places. and tis axe isn't... particular. What novelties enter this hearth? " he guttural spat, orcishly with revel to the tasty drink that seeped between his tusks.

Wellspring Tavern: The Lich War

Lorn

Name: Lorn
Age: 24
Race: Orc
Class and possible alignment: Fighter | True Neutral
Description or Picture

Lorn

Lorn

Axe

Background: Lorn grew up one of a litter of a dozen siblings, his family were lumberjacks. His life was one of meager gains but war never fell upon him personally due to his rural upbringing. Lorn was one of the youngest (10th) made him prone to wander off, and so he did. His parents called him a dreamer and to be careful what he should sow, least he harvest woe. Luck abided though and he made it to the 12th year of his life having avoided a few felled tree and mauling by forest beasts. So he set off with simple savings from sawmill work, the only profits he knew up to that point.

Lorn was naive, but tough and resilient to the struggles between settlements. He avoided most well-traveled roads due to highwaymen and bandits. A lone orc wouldn't end well in those scenarios. Years have piled up and Lorn is secretly feeling very restless. Being a lumberjack journeyman has lost its comfort in the quizative orcs soul. He desires something new. And since Arn Wolven's reputation proceeds itself, Lorn has decided to make his way there.

Lorn tries to be quiet. He watches, having burned by the scorn of society and as a young sibling. With his time boding, he has many instances of self-reflection and medication, a thinker if you will. Some merchants and serf of the land have seen and pondered the novelty when having spoken to Lorn, and the orc hates being stigmatized as dull. Something lay hidden and waiting in his future.

Additional info

Lorn is a frugal simple orc but is also has a the knowledge of a decade of travels to the regions settlements. I made him as such to make his lore and character build easy on everyone(mostly myself). Hidden story arcs galore, collabs and such I'm up for it all
Quote
“fell a tree, fell a man, one might say more but only one plots against you.”

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

Here is a quick snippet before the weekend takes me like a killer tide.

Dean Westingale - Alan Virgil Westingale

Appearance
Alan would normally stand a lean 6ft 4 inches if a drone had not shredded him from the knees down, now the servos and gizmos bring him down two inches. He wears a broad imposing mustache that hides the puckered scar on his lip if you look at it funny. Hardly ever seen without some sort of sunglasses, which the children mock but a former career as a orbital sapper arc flashed him into perpetual self care. His forearms bear nano tats of military sigals and chemical burns near the wrists. The former brunette now grays at the temples and corners of his chin. His demeanor is that of stern authority.

Bionics

Titanuim nano weave shins. 2.5x normal human load. Running on legacy software with an orbital key providing maximum input while forsaking EoL boundaries like silencing servos and damping heatsink offload.

@Expendablewardrobe is prison-issued orange bioplastic coverals and carbon-fiber-toe boondockers

Bioplastic

A programmable plastic material that can be used to sculpt cruise ship suites or clothe prisoners. Any rip or tear in the coverals immediately reseals, it eats bodily waste products or spilled food, or even grease stains. They are effectively self-cleaning, and can provide limited protection in the event of a pressure drop, creating a transparent bubble around the head, hands, and feet. However, without additional tanks, air will only last about 15 minutes.

Full Name

Alan Virgil Westingale

Age

42

Sex

Male

Place of Birth

Birthplace: Richmond, VA.

Current location: In transit to Dome 1, Lunar Academy

Position

Assistant principal of the facility, but for all intents and purposes is acting leader on Lunar grounds.

Characteristics

• Consistant: Always tries to see things through
• Ambitious: sees the best and strives for it
• Solem Ear: Alan has seen and been through enough to be a true confidante
• Dull: Often doesnt get a joke
• Dependable - does duties reliably
• Organized - makes sure things are properly put in their place.

Goals and aspirations

• Bettering Juvenile lives
• Preventing Escape
• Cutting strokes off his Mungolf game.

Background
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Skills & Abilities
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Hardknocks & Moonrocks

Having read through this, I'm wondering if there's a chance that Yev might actually be allowed to wear civilian clothing, not this prison outfit from the SD9 Detainment Facility.

@Expendable

Yes and yes, tho I do like the Bioplastic idea quite a bit. I'm forming wall'o'text with some landscape pic dispersions for the OOC currently, and little things like that really help out. I figure the domes will be the more domestic areas; with the mines being the older infrastructure(backroooms moon edition).

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

@KactusPunch can my char have decided that life on the moon is better than life on earth, an instead of trying to get off the moon himself, he helps others return to earth

@TruckKun

Sure, but why help others return to a place they have forsaken themselves? A lifer at this base would mean becoming staff so I suppose it would be an eventuality. It would be curious to explore though so yeah

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

@Blue WolfAh, I havn't went the AI route yet. I might try and find some character or landscape generators for the staff and lore or the place. The Academy of Lunar Sciences sounds power n vague enough for some juvenile encouragement via ecopolitical means.

I'd say at least 100 students, 20 direct staff, and just as much auxiliary staff that is nomadic between the worlds of Moon and Earth. The earth is currently facing solar flare that amp up the UV expose to lethal amounts in new regions on the planet, forcing an accelerated exodus underground, into shrinking polar zones with new resources, and even into space such as reclaiming old mining bases into new found labor avenues.

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

Nova Aditi Rao

~Nova illegally accessed their secured servers to gather evidence~

Because of her age—and her extraordinary intelligence—she was sent to the Lunar Juvenile Detention AcademyThe Academy of Lunar Sciences, where gifted but dangerous youths are educated under constant supervision instead of serving conventional prison sentences.

@Blue Wolf

I like Nova, and we do need official name for the place.

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

@KactusPunch

What if the detention school is actually not really a detention school, but a place where children are set out to recover water (there is actually water on the moon) and minerals such as oxygen, iron, silicon and stuff from the moon soil called - Lunar Regolith(its an actual thing).

But there can be some sort of internal conflicts between some of the staff who think that children even though they are mischievous and troublesome shouldn't be doing stuff like this. But on the other hand some staff members might also actually insist that the kids should be doing stuff like (what if the reason behind this is because they were also once students of the same school and don't know how to handle their trauma).

There can maybe be different teachers for different class (mining for water, extracting regolith, sorting the regolith into the different mineral, maybe even packaging because they have to send it back to the earth that needs repairing from the impact of climate change).

@Blue Wolf

That's what I was going for really. I'll be fluffing uo the lore as the week goes on.

Hardknocks & Moonrocks

@Expendable That's pretty much the right sort of lore sprinkled in alll around, from Gulf Invasion 7 to organ-jacked to hacking your own arm lol.

@TruckKun No worries we're all hashing out, the collective effort will be good from the vibe.

For everyone interested, the Moon in this universe analogs with modern day Patagonia in terms of access and rarity.