The tracks going east certainly did intrigue Uxu, however, she knew that if she were gone for too long then there would be talks of where she had gone and whether she had abandoned the tribe or not. Though, she would admit that there was not much she actually liked about governing a ravenous group of goblins, especially ones that could destroy what she wanted to set in motion. She let out a sigh before turning to her guard, they were definitely a formidable bunch, considering they could blast better than the average of their tribe. Uxu looked into the treeline for a split few moments before her mind came to a conclusion of what to do.
“We shall press on, I will not risk the unknown to our tribe. And if they be baddies, then we gets to blow them sky high!”
The guard laughed at the prospect, gathering around their leader before Uxu pointed her staff in the direction they were going. The group set off once more, following those few trails that they had spotted. At least their intent was clear, to discover the new land and its apparent inhabitants. Whether the Dekaan was willing to share this land was a different story, however, especially with how their people had to escape from the yoke of other species who tried to snuff out their religion and their glorious booms!
Perhaps now it was time to subjugate others and force them to follow their religion!
Maybe that way was a bit overly aggressive, but the idea still made Uxu smile.
With the goats being freed from their pens, Joz was content to let his plan ride the test of time and let the shepherds do their own things while probably getting themselves killed. Such was the day in the life of a goblin these days. However, Joz, being the savvy priest that he was, was not very content with the state of his worship, considering they had not proper temple that he may actually hold a sermon from nor was he collecting any tithes which would probably go to the Mage-Queen anyways. Granted, they had just settled in this land and no one was exactly wealthy, so Joz figured that he would give everyone a pass on the tithes for the time being.
Instead, Joz wanted a proper place of worship and now they actually had the wood to support such a task. He just needed some sort of architect to take on the task of building him a spire so that he may shout to the masses what the explosions were saying. There were not many master builders in their society but there was one that he had known of, Stieq, otherwise known as Uxu’s little crush.
Having been responsible for the pens that their goats now reside in at night, Joz supposed that he would be a sensible lad to go to about a building situation. Having located him at his own personal home, Joz knocked on the door only to hear crashing from the inside, some curses and children crying. Eventually, the door opened to the form of Stieq how seemed pretty tired.
“Kids?”
“Kids,” he confirmed with a nod, the builder scratched the side of his face before giving the priest a perplexed look. “What may I have the, ugh, honor of the High Priest comin’ t’ mah door?”
“Let’s say I has a task for ya. A big one that you cans sign yer name on and be granted an eternal boom in yer honour?,” the priest began, sounding more like a salesman than a dignified preacher of a religion.
“Sounds interestin’.”
“I needs ya to build me a spire, one to where I can preach to all of the peoples here!”
Steiq scratched his chin for a few moments, before looking back inside to see the likes of two goblin children running around and casting small bouts of explosions at each other. Without hesitation the builder held a hand, “Well mistah high priest, looks like ya got yaself a deal!”
Joz grined and took Stieq’s hand and shook it fervantly before looking past Stieq to his children, one looking remarkably like Uxu though he did not remember hearing about the mage-queen even being pregnant to begin with. For the time being he shrugged it off before he went about his daily duties to allow Stieq to gather whatever resources he needed, as well as a crew, in order to begin building the spire.
Uxu continues east!
C) Improve Infrastructure - Begin construction of the Great Bombastic Spire!
The fight had broken out quickly after Kri’Tral’s words, with Mortas launching himself towards the two, screeching a most wretched screech which put the hain onto his knees. Orphan had time to rush in front of the old man, her cloak forming a wall of ash to stop Mortas, or at the very least delay it. Yet, Orphan knew there was no contact, and suddenly Mortas was above them, diving to meet them, yet the cloak expanded the wall and eventually just decided to envelop the both the child and hain. Even then, Orphan could hear the muffled screeching of Mortas, wanting to just break down from the pain.
She heard a spear lodge itself into the ground, turning to see Kri’Tral attempting to pull himself up in order to do battle. However, his old body was something that could not keep up with a battle between two beings such as Orphan or Mortas, being but a mere mortal with a drive for revenge. Her eyes held tears for the hair, not wanting himself to be pushed too far, especially in this situation.
“Kri,” she began, moving towards him only for him to raise a hand.
“Orphan, do not worry about protecting me. Right now, ugly is planning to kill the both of us and, frankly, you are the only one who even has a chance to fight him,” Kri’Tral stated in between breaths. His eyes met Orphan’s and he gave a chuckle, “You need to do what Keriss trained you to do. Rip and tear until it is done.”
Orphan only looked at him, not believing that he had told her to give into what Keriss stood for. Her hands went to the strap of her cloak, unhooking it in order to give it to the hain. The dome of ash crumbled away the moment that she put it around Kri’Tral, she was left with only her arm and will as a defense. Her eyes came up just in time to see Mortas coming at them from the sky once more and without hesitation she launched her hand to meet him.
She felt her hand slice through his shoulder, however he continued through and swooped onto the child, forcing her to the ground. With a single kick, Mortas launched Kri’Tral back, however, doing no damage as the cloak protected its wearer from such attacks.
”Valiant effort, child, but Keriss did not teach you well enough!,” Mortas growled, raising a claw, only for his hand to be caught by the ashen hand of Orphan, with much effort she threw Moras off to the treeline, struggling to her feet as he began screeching once more.
”Fool, I wil-” suddenly a large white being with massive hands charged from the treeline. Mortas could only turn to briefly see the form of a white giant wrap two massive hands around his body and effortlessly ripping the being in two. Blackened blood leaked from the two ends and splattered all over the ground before the white giant threw the two halves to the side. It’s massive form lumbered towards Orphan before lowering its featureless head to the child.
“Alright I’m up and ready to fi-,” Kri’Tral was running up, his head initially down at his spear to make sure it was in fighting condition before looking up to see the mangled body of Mortas as well as the White Giant, “Well nevermind then.” Almost instantly the White Giant ran up to Kri’Tral and lowered its head to the hain, its smaller arms simply touching and poking the hain. Kri’Tral was more than uncomfortable towards the situation, and if his beaked face could contort into something of shock and uncomfortableness, he most definitely would.
“Ugh, stop,” the hain said simply taking a step away from the white giant, simply staring at it for a few moments before stepping to look at Orphan, “You know this thing?”
”Not at all.”
Kri’Tal could only make a long winded sigh for a few moments.
“Welp. Ugly thing with wings, check. A child with a badass magical arm, check. And finally a giant behemoth of thing that snapped the ugly guy in half, but not killing him, and writing in the dirt check. I will chalk this day up as ‘slightly above average’ until something spontaneous comes out of the sky.”
”Look! Something spontaneous coming straight toward us!” Orphan exclaimed, pointing to a streak of white light head towards the group.
“Ah, now it’s above average!”
In a moment the being landed in front of them, it’s form was that of a woman with light brown hair that ended in curls just below her shoulders. Her body was lithe, and her toned arms were apparent, though the rest of her body was covered by a white dress, and along her body seemed to be a golden glow. She was confident, looking down upon the child and the hain before her eyes went to the behemoth for of the curious white giant that simply looked at her.
”Hello. Orphan, acolyte of Keriss. Kri’Tal, the Wandering Soul, it is good to finally meet the both of you” the being greeted with a smile, giving a curt bow, ”I am Avulus.” Her voice was calmed and radiated a politeness about it, however, it was apparent she was nervous from how her eyes constantly shifted to the white giant.
“Erm, hi there. How do you know us?,” Kri’Tal asked, as Orphan moved to hide behind him though it did not do much.
”I have met you all before, though you may not remember it. I shall relay it to you at the city, there I shall reveal all to you as well as restore you to proper health. Come,” Avulus commanded, still in the same polite tone, before she turned and began walking. Her arms were folded in front of her as the three looked amongst each other before silently deciding to follow. “Where are you taking us?,” Kri’Tal asked.
”The City of Aurum, though it was not always called that. In fact, it was recently renamed to that when the people decided to honor me with their position of Queen.”
“You are a Queen? And you can fly and mystically know our names? Something tells me you are more than just a standard human, I mean, you glow. I don’t know many who physically glow. Orphan here has a physical ash arm though that was was given to her by Keriss, who you also know,” Kri’Tal began to ramble on for a bit before Orphan decided to walk up to Avulus.
”How do you know Keriss?”
Avulus looked up into the air, a look of regret came upon her face as she did not stop walking, and other than the rambling of the hain, there was silence. ”It is difficult to say, especially since Keriss has left a mark of pain and destruction. I suppose you can say that I know her from reputation,” Avulus stated, though her voice betrayed her. A bad actor that was reading from a horrid script, however, Orphan did not press the issue of her adopted mother.
“...To be honest, getting your own city to rename itself despite coming into power is strange. So why not tell us about that?” Kri’Tal said, finishing his rambling in time to change the subject.
”Ah, then it allow me to regale you the tale of Aurum.”
There was once a city, destitute and in mourning, besieged by a band of demons. The people were demanded to give tribute to these demons, a live sacrifice to satiate their hunger for a month before their inevitable return. Soon their populace began to dwindle further and further before they were a mere hundred, yet the demons continued to demand more than the people could provide. Once they were warned, they would return in two months and if they could not provide then they would raze the town and move onto the next.
Between this time, as the people were preparing for the worst, a stranger would pass through. With a holy glow, the people would look unto her and tell her of their plight, warning her to leave. Yet, she did not fuss nor give in to cowardice. The woman would stay and promise to make all right from the wrongs that the demons had caused. The people did not believe her, but decided to pack what they could and began to leave, one by one until there was only one blind old man who stayed with the woman, begging her to leave.
However, his pleas would not change the mind of the woman and instead, she would say that so long as he would remain in the city, she would defend it even if it would cost her life to so. She gave the old man a kiss upon his forehead and restored his eyes. The old man, out of gratitude and joy would bow to divine, seeing now that she would save them. Then she would request him to find the people and bring them back to the city so that they may resume their lives.
After that, the divine would wait for the demonic band to come, standing in one spot until she saw their blight coming forth. And so the army saw her and laughed, a singular woman would dare to challenge what an entire city of men feared?
Then, the battle begun, the woman charging the army and killing twenty in a single blow, not even breaking a sweat over such an action. The demon began to fight her all at once, but not even their crude swords or claws could break her skin. Their kind began to run for the cover of the city, but the divine did not care, instead destroying any building that house a demon in one fell swoop. She would not rest until every demon had been killed, only allowing one to retreat and tell of what happened so that all may be warned of her fury and mighty strength.
Her duty was not yet done, as she used her godly powers to reconstruct the city into a paradise, with building strong enough to repel any mortal attack. Going forward she ripped open the fabric of life and death in order to bring back those who had wrongly died by the hands of the demons, giving them life anew.
These people, reborn and reunited with their loved ones would look upon their savior and bow, proclaiming her queen to rule over all they knew. She would accept on the condition they revoke their worship of Sin and instead worship the true divine of above her, those who had granted her life; Vestec, Teknall, Vakarlon, and Vulamera. Though some of the gods be dead, she would not tell them, instead allowing them to worship as a memorial for those she lost.
“Wow, sounds like you are a divine being.”
”Yeah, couldn’t tell at all. Especially not with all the flight and glowing.”
“You never now, she could be some form of mutant human. You know, like the dagon.”
”Are you saying she is a dagon?”
“That’s not at all what I said.”
Avulus could only sigh before stopping the two who were talking to each other. ”Behold, Aurum, the city of New Life!” she exclaimed gesturing to a city that looked as if it were lined of gold. From their point of view, they could see the populace bustling and tending to their daily business with a joy that neither Orphan nor Kri’Tal knew.
”This is where your lives start anew!”
The post picks up right where the last leaves off, with the fight between Orphan and Kri’Tal against Mortas.
Deus Ex White Giant comes out of nowhere and rips Mortas in half, cocky bastard.
Soon Avulus shows up, nervous of the white giant for some odd reason but already knowing Kri and Orphan. She gets them to follow her to a city that had been named Aurum.
Avulus tells them the story of Aurum, where she faced down an army of demons and brought back those that were lost from the demons, as well as rebuilding the town with a magical enhancement.
Kri, Orphan, and the White Giant arrive at Aurum and see it, gold lining the buildings and the populace being over all happy.
Too lazy to continue on
3 Might - Return those who were sacrificed to the demons to life, fully healthy 2 Might - Rebuild the city and make it impervious to most attacks that are not divine or magical in nature. (enhancing the buildings with strength) 3 Might - Level Avulus to Level 2
Orphan Lvl. 1 - 6 Khookies Earned - 13 total
Orphan spends 11 total Khookies to level up to level 3 - 2 remaining
“Welp. Ugly thing with wings, check. A child with a badass magical arm, check. And finally a giant behemoth of thing that snapped the ugly guy in half, but not killing him, and writing in the dirt check. I will chalk this day up as ‘slightly above average’ until something spontaneous comes out of the sky.”
”Look! Something spontaneous coming straight toward us!” Orphan exclaimed, pointing to a streak of white light head towards the group.
The news of some being watching them from the woods certainly spooked the already paranoid leader, as now she would have to content with outsiders as well as though who would want her position as mage-queen. Uxu took a night to think of a response to the situation that would plague her, knowing that she could not simply ignore something like this as it could be a prelude to an attack that could force another migration. The blue-skin sighed before she summoned all fifteen of her Kooch Hor Mages, and seated firmly within her confines of her tent-home. Her eyes went over each of them, making sure that none of them seemed to be plotting her destruction at this moment. Uxu seemed content that none of them seemed to want to blow her sky high and over the mountains.
“My mages, we have a problem, a git problem,” Uxu stated, giving a brief pause as the mages looked between each other nervously, almost as if they had a hidden plot that had been discovered, “Joz found that he had been watched by some git who had been watching him and another while dueling, I think, and he made the mistake of casting an explosion as a warning shot.” Uxu sighed as the mages cackled among one another, everyone loved to here of the absurdity of using an explosion as a warning simply because, who actually thinks to do that? Ambercast even let out a light laugh at the situation before she grew serious once more.
“I will be leading an investigation to make try and find the git that has jeopardized the tribe’s safety,” she said, standing from her chair, staff in hand as she walked up to the mages who stoically stood. “Any questions?”
“Ugh, ye, waz diz git look like?” One of them asked.
Uxu stopped for a moment to think, her words coming out with uncertainty as her memory over what exactly Joz had reported eluded her, “I think Joz said that the git was tall an’ lanky. But it had a bow, so if you see something very tall with a bow, that’s probably it.” She stepped towards the flap of the tent before hitting her staff against the ground. “Now, we got to do this quick an’ easy so that none of the others think that we’re gone. We will leave immediately, and Feg, led Joz know that he is in charge until we finish our exploration, and since I want him busy, see if he can get some shepherds for those goat. I don’t want them cooped up in their pin all the time.
It was early in the morning that Joz had been trying to gather up those who did not use explosion to move goats around all the time out of the sheer fun of it, of course this put off his morning sermon, but he had to obey Uxu. Though talks of shepherding and taming the goats quickly devolved into little more of blowing them sky high, which was responded in kind with a blast that didn’t actually cause any damage, but just made everyone cough from some conjured soot. “Listen you gits! We gots to make sure dem goats are happy an’ fat! If we can get them t’ listen t’ us then we can let them out of their pens during the days so they can at more grass and get bigger! An’ heere is my plan”
…
Three hours had passed since Joz relayed his plan to the shepherds, what ended up happening was a bunch of goblins running and jumping onto the lead male’s back only to be bucked off or wacked in the face with horns, sending them flying off. It was pretty funny to watch actually, as they just kept going, much like a human would try and break a stead only to fail horribly and receive a kick to the face. In fact, the goblins were placing bets of food and laughing all about it, though it was only up to time if the goats would ever be domesticated or not.
E) Explore the mountains for the sign of the thing with the bow F/D) Joz and a small crew is trying to domesticate the goat herd’s male by riding on it, creating a fun pass time as well called “Goats and Hooves” where goblins will try to stay on the goats before inevitably being bucked or smacked off.
Upon entering the study Heinrich was treated with the stench of decay. Unlike most of the home which was clearly kept quite tidy the study had been a mess. There was dried blood, very clearly quite old, and one of the right-hand windows was busted out. Bookshelves line the walls, and one particular section appears to have been explored haphazardly as most of the books laid scattered around their shelves. There was an unlit fireplace in the middle of the two bookcases lining the back wall. There is also a chair seated in the middle of the study area. A few pieces of lounge furniture rest along the wall facing out towards the landing.
Heinrich, working through his feeling of claustrophobia and general stuffiness, moved towards the section that had been searched through rather messily. His crimson eyes darting between the books before he eventually found himself stacking them side by side, almost fixing them while reading over the covers to see if any title interested him. In honesty, he went to that specific bookcase purely because it looked more interesting than the rest, such an arbitrary reason for such an astute lad. Heinrich let out a sigh as he stepped back from the the book case for a moment, unconvinced that any of these books would get him closer to what he desired. Instead, he took a random lump of books from the shelf that he had so maticulasy put together to begin sorting through.
If there was any chance that this place held a magical connection, then perhaps that meant the Red-Eyed witch had visited this place or left a clue. While Heinrich’s reasoning to this hunch was unknown, he just felt that there might be something, some tug at his consciousness told him to at least search through the books. He took the books back to the chair, ignoring the blood he saw around. Upon turning towards the chair he was greeted by the sight of a skeleton strewn lazily on the cushion. The wrists of the skeleton left impressions in the arms of the chair, and dark red stains ran down from the wrists to the arms of the chair before trailing down into a dried stain on the floor of the study.
Gazing upon the Skeleton for a few mere moments, Heinrich simply sighed and walked towards the chair, stating in a more neutral tone, “Slit wrists are not exactly a grand way to die. Though, at least it probably freed you from the hell within this fog.” The lad set the books on the floor next to the chair before he unsheathed his rapier to prod and push the skeleton off the chair. The bones fell to the ground, as did a crumpled up piece of parchment, scattering across the floor as Heinrich replaces the skeleton’s spot. At least the scattering of the bones had broke the eerie silence. Though, Heinrich did raise an eyebrow at the parchment, he reached over and picked it up.
The newly-made magician unraveled the paper and began to read.
I thought myself mad when I heard those damned cries from downstairs. I thought, somehow,maybe there was still someone down there.... I never imagined the creature I saw lurking in that wine cellar. It nearly ripped me apart. Could it have been Agnis? I’m not sure what is real anymore. I find myself losing a grip on my sanity. Horrors of things done by my hand haunt my nightmares. Connor hasn’t said a word to me in days. I wanted to leave this forsaken place, but a force compels me here. I cannot leave here, and I know that beast hunts me.
I, Edward Frey, will not let it have the satisfaction of killing me. Neither will I have it run me from my home. Edna, Enora, Amelie, Edmund, and Marie...you were right. Forgive me. I love you all so dearly.
“The wine-cellar?,” Heinrich asked to himself, he stroked his chin for a moment wondering about what to do about this creature that was supposed in the wine cellar. There was the possibility that it would still be there, but at the same time, it might have strayed to death given the state of the bones of the skeleton that he had so rudely disturbed. Furthermore, it seemed that there may have indeed been some magical essence that had been bestowed upon this house, which would indeed explain his sudden stuffiness and claustrophobic feeling. He contemplated for a moment once more before turning to leave the room which he had wanted to use for his own purposes.
Mirror is looking around the camp to see if there are any weapons on or near these people, I believe its mentioned towards the end of the second paragraph. Then she also relays the message of the Chamberlain.
To be truly honest, Mirror had been dreading having to go to this caravan due to the fact that they were essentially forcing people to leave and she did not know what they had been through or if they were escaping some kind of persecution. However, they were causing trouble and it would be best if the group did their assignment in as easy of a manner as possible, mostly to avoid violence and their own potential deaths as a mob of peasants, even a smaller one, could easily over take them if they said the wrong thing at the wrong time. The tabaxi awaited the rest of her party outside the general store, thinking of how best to go about the situation, formulating a strategy as it was never fun to go into these kinds of thing without any plan in mind. With a sigh, she continued her walk as the group finished up with their purchases and the likes, wanting nothing more than to get this dreaded task over with. Her mind raced with worry as she though of many different possibilities that may occur, especially the more violent ones that she rather would avoid.
Mirror looked up as they approached the caravan, the sound of the music easily soothing her nerves, to find not a bunch of people escaping poverty or tyranny, but instead a group of merry. For a moment, she gave a look of utter disappointment. Though her disappointment was overshadowed by the curiosity of the eyes of the trio, all of them the same, though it would be sensible to assume that they were a family unit. The tabaxi then began looking around the camp for weapons, scanning over everything that was in front of them, making sure to take incredible care to not any nearby weapons that the trio could pull at a moment's notice. Luckily, she could see through the shadows of darkness that some of her other companions could not, just some of the benefits of being Tabaxi. It took her a moment before she took a step forward to rest her gaze upon the accented male in front of her.
"Greetings," she began, "I am Mirrors of Bright Water. I'm sorry to inform you that the Chamberlain has asked that you move your camp, there has been trouble with guards earlier today and so he asks that you leave tonight." Her tone was soft, keeping her wits about her to make sure that no one started acting aggressive, as peace may be their best option if this group truly can curse people with magic.
“Do not worry so much, elf. You must have some hope for a peaceful resolve, lest you be damned to a life of violence,” the Tabaxi said, perhaps in too cheerful of a tone before her eyes looked at the drunk monk. While she too wanted to get the matter done in as quick a fashion as the rest of them, they could not just run in there nearly blind. Yet, she doubted that the Chamberlain would have much more information on these people, especially since he has barely left the confines of these walls.
“I believe a solution can be found, so long as we do not behave rashly or...,” her eyes rolled in response to Tae’s drunk nature, “so long as we control ourselves.” Mirror them smiled at the Chamberlain, “Don’t worry, this issue will be solved quickly and deliberately.” Her eyes went to Jameson before judging him gently as if to get him to hurry up with what he wanted to do so that the group may continue on their merry way. Besides, Mirror wanted more booze since she did not nearly drink as much as she wanted to, otherwise known as the “Tae Amount”.
Name: Heinrich Von Wolfram Titles: The Red-Eye Spawn, Traitor (by family) Aliases: Red Eyes, Freak Age: 19 Race/Ethnicty: Human Continent of Origin: Carthus Gender: Male Class/Subclass: Mage - Adjuration Magic
Height: 6’2” Weight: 151 lbs Appearance Description: Heinrich, always a tall boy, is abnormally pale, with longer, dark hair for a man of his age. However, the irises of his eyes are a remarkable scarlet red, with the veins around his eyes popping through the skin, making him seem as if he were possessed by some vastly entity. He is thin, but what there is on his bone is muscle as his family made sure to keep the children in adequate condition. His skin is smooth though, as if the child has never seen or worked a hard day in his life, with this skin comes the handsome face of his. A jawline well defines, and apart from his eyes, he is a good looking fellow.
Day To Day Attire: Much like the other Von Wolfram’s, Heinrich wears more elaborate clothing, though more dark and macabre than his family would like. His most valued outfit is that of a black suit with golden-lined rims and under that is a pristine white undershirt which is almost as soft as silk but not quite. Furthermore, even the boy’s traveling shoes are clean and tend to reflect light, even though they come up halfway up his calves.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Heinrich, being a Von Wolfram, is seemingly naturally predisposed to being a stuck up, arrogant brat who craves nothing but power in the world. However, unlike most of his other family, Heinrich does not share the same drive and passion of rising up through the ranks of Astoria. Instead, he craves power on a literal level, wanting to grow his own natural power and control over the lands so that he may not be challenged by rivals or those who might seek to do his family harm. To that extent he is the carbon copy Wolfram, one with oddities and quirks, one riddled with paranoia and guilt.
Due to his outcasting from the family though, Heinrich has grown to be more docile, and is able to keep his inner self from showing. Instead, he puts on a face of wonder and curiosity, which now has become a genuine part of him thanks to his curse. Additionally, Heinrich legitimately cares about the lives of others and how his actions may affect them in the present and the future, always thinks of how things may turn out in that fabulous mind of his. That is where his innocence lie, naked and unknowing of his cold the world may truly be.
Oh, how he wishes Lucilia were there to protect him.
Habits:
Finger Tapping
Hair Fiddling
Hobbies:
Writing
Fencing
Chess
Fears:
Arachnophobia
Classtrphobia
Isolophobia
Likes:
Wolves
Magic
Writing
Nobility
Exploring
Magical Objects
Dislikes:
Family
Being Alone
His curse
Fighting
Being useless
Wasting Time
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision.
Fencing: From a young age, Heinrich was taught how to fence and thus is able to fence rather proficiently, giving him an added edge with his rapier.
Quick Casting: Heinrich has learned how to quickly cast spells effectively, making him both a formidable magician and a very dangerous one as he can cast spells that require a large casting time in almost half that time.
Mindful Cipher: This young lad is able to crack many different ciphers, so long as it is in a language he can understand or be able to find a pattern in. One such accomplishments was that of the cracking of the Red Cipher by the Red-Eyed Witch of old.
Accounting: Heinrich had, for a time, trained to be an accountant for the Von Wolframs, and with his bright mind, Heinrich is very good at keeping track of funds. This skill can also translate to investigations of finding out where money has gone.
Team Work: Able to work very well with others, Heinrich is flexible and able to coordinate, as well as communicate, with those that are a part of his team. While no leader, he is certainly able to make sure everything runs smoothly.
Negotiations: Being a Wolfram, Heinrich was prepared to make deals with those who would prove useful to him or to make deals that would help advance his ambitions. Sometimes talking is better than fighting.
Magic
Blood Arrow: This spell creates a small missile that fires itself towards a designated enemy within 60 feet, requiring only a small, token amount of the user's blood. While the attack can pierce through clothing and leather strips easily, true armor can easily repel this attack unless it hits in between armor pieces. Can be cast in an instant.
Blood Armor: This spell, only requiring a moderate amount of blood, can create armor equal to that of chain mail armor around the user for a duration of up to five minutes or until it is completely destroyed, through either magic or physical trauma. Any duration past that requires additional amounts of blood, making it a hard spell to maintain.
Animal Friendship: Requiring a morsel of food, allows the user to charm an animal for up to 24 hours or until the creature is attacked. Smarter animals are a bit more resistant to the spell.
Black Blood Missile: A spell created by the Red-Eyed Witch, is a powerful incantation that takes up to a minute to properly cast, requiring a larger amount of blood as well as an object larger than apple. The object becomes covered in blackened blood and launches itself at a target within 120 feet where it will explode in a cascade of acidic blood, damaging those in within 10 feet of the target.
Blood Rejuvenation: Allows user to mend their own wounds by using the blood of another, whether it be given willingly or not, those blood must be able to be accessed through a wound. This spell takes about a minute to invoke and the target must be within 20 feet.
Soul Tear: Temporarily pushes target’s soul out of the target’s Body, effectively stunning him for a few seconds. This spell requires a piece of hair from the target and the target must be attacked in melee by the user. It can be cast in an instant and held for up to a minute, but the magic is lost if another spell is cast or the caster loses concentration on maintaining the spell.
Speak with the dead: A necromancy spell requiring something that the specific dead person has owned in a past life. This spell takes an hour to cast and allows one to speak with the spirit of the deceased for a period of up to 30 minutes.
Possessions
Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
Coins and Coin Purse: Being a part of an affluent family has its perks, Heinrich has a coin purse with the family insignia and 200 gold peices.
Handkerchief:Every fine gentleman must carry one of these. It’s logic.
Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
Rapier: A finely made rapier with the Wolfram insignia on the hilt.
Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
Leather Padding: Underneath his fine clothing, Heinrich wears a padding of leather which can blunt some attacks.
Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
Writing Material: Paper and ink are very important, whether to keep track of things or to simply write for personal entertainment.
Spare Clothing: Fancy spare clothing, as every noble should have.
Magical Items:
The Book of Red: This book is a magical book in that it is said to contain a fraction of a spirit of the Red-Eyed Witch. Opening the book bestows a curse upon the user, where the user will gain knowledge of some of the spells inside of it, but part of the users soul is replaced by the witch’s. It is theorize that it opened long enough, the soul of the user would be converted into that if the Red-Eyed Witch herself.
History
History: ”A life of damnation is a good trade if you can become more powerful that life,” - Cecilia Von Wolfram
When Heinrich was small, he was always the smallest and therefore could barely keep up with his siblings throughout the daily routine of being more fit than the peasantry outside their home. He was constantly sickly and therefore was normally confined to his room, leading to him becoming the bookworm of the family, despite wanting to live up the expectations set by his father, Lion Von Wolfram. However, he felt as if he never could, no matter how much knowledge he had obtained from his years and years of reading. Of course, Lion passed Heinrich off as a child which could do little to advance his own standing in the realm and was useless to the family as a whole. Despite this, Heinrich continued his efforts to become one of the most astute minds in the lands, just to earn some fragmentation of pride from his father.
The only one of his siblings that he could depend on was Lucilia, who constantly comforted and encouraged him through childhood and early teens. In fact, while Lucilia was colder and far more ruthless than their father, Heinrich respected her the most and would be very fine sitting by her side. However, while he was studying the family history, he happened upon the collection of notes and records about a certain Cecilia Von Wolfram, a family member that had disgraced the Wolfram family line, though the reason why was omitted from the records. While he knew that most of the family would not agree with him pursuing the matter, Lucilia would aid him by providing much needed insight and resources as the heir to the house. This was a poor choice on Lucilia’s part as will be revealed later.
Heinrich, armed with a band of mercenaries and a pack of trained wolves, set onto the world to find more records of Cecilia Von Wolfram. His travel would take him to the heartland of Ostguard where a coven of witches had been spotted, traveling with a symbol that oddly resembled that of a Wolfram insignia, though tattered and painted red. Their band traveled east of Hidenburg where they were set upon by the coven and their followers, though clearly they stood no match for the mercenaries and wolves. After a brief but fierce battle, the witches retreated and against the advice of the mercenary captain chose to pursue the witches all the way north to Frostwood. It was the dead of winter, and through snow and blizzard, skirmishing with these witches and interrogating those who survived.
It was not until the band reached the lair of the witches where the tides changed, first the wolves, or rather what remained of them, seemed to become more docile and refused to run after the witches. In fact they were more like puppies than savage animals meant for war. That left the band only with a few battle-ready men ready to storm the lair. Heinrich had entered behind the mercenaries, before the magical ability of the witches ripped them apart. They stood nearly no chance, only able to beat them after Heinrich picked up a tome, the Book of Red. Upon picking up the book, Heinrich received magical knowledge of a vast quantity, introducing him to world of power he never imagined. With this power and the few spells he got, he smote the witches and collected the knowledge that he could before he retreated with the few survivors of the mercenaries.
With their task completed, the group returned to the manor. Though now, Heinrich was deformed by the curse of the book, his eyes stained red and skin paler than ghost. Though now he knew why Cecilia Von Wolfram had been exiled and disgraced the family, being a witch and turning her back on the gods. With his deformation, and blatant disgrace to the family, Lion took it upon himself to banish his son without giving him a moment of rest as he tried to explain his actions. Unfortunately, Lucilia was not here to defend him, she had departed to Ardent’s Fall a month prior to his returned. With that, Heinrich ran off, disgraced and unknowing of what to do.
That was where his study and travels took him to the Order of Vigilance in Vicelles. He believed that there was more studying to be done in order to prove the innocence of two, both Cecilia and himself. For the things he had found on Cecilia, the Red-Eyed Witch, were only things that pointed to her being wrongly accused of acts that she did not do and he believes a conspiracy within the family have wronged him and her alike.
Extras
Character Quote:”Innocence is a fickle thing, for you are always accused of things that you have not done. However, Innocence is some sign of good in life.” Anything Else: Theme - Playing With the Big Boys Now
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