Leo Khan

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Not gonna lie, that actually received a chuckle from me. @One Who Tames

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Have fun on your trip! @Sedjwick

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Kace stood for a few moments, anticipating a response. When all he received was a cocked eyebrow from one of the Ethorans, he dropped his smile and replaced it with a stoic look. He knew all too well these types of nobles, having grown up around many of them at court in Mindirion. He turned to face the door and awaited a signal to proceed.

Three others arrived after Kace. Two more men and an Elf. Kace noticed a rather unfair amount of representation amongst those gathered. Once the Elf arrived, a Eunuch appeared to lead them to the monks. They all looked and sounded so similar that Kace could not tell if it was the same one who had led him here from the docks.

When they entered the observatory, a monk with hypnotic pure red eyes began speaking. He spoke of riches and immortality. Things that Kace was not here for. He was here to protect his people and the world. He could not shake the uneasy feeling this group of mystics gave to him. However, he was here on a mission and he was not going to turn back just because more humans made him uncomfortable. When posed the question on if they accepted their quest, Kace was the second to step forward.

“On behalf of House Cilrok of Mindirion, of the Highmen of Miraheim, and of the all the peoples of Aerion, I too accept your quest.” Kace projected with confidence.

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He’s the exact same height as my girlfriend because whenever she goes to the doctor, they tell her she’s of average height and it really bugs her lol.

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Hey I just wanted to throw this out there, Kace is 5’5” so while short compared to the relatively tall Highmen, he’s still average to a human, so his height wouldn’t really distinguish him as a Dwarf. His accent would probably give him away as a dwarf and his tattoos would distinguish him as a Highman. He’s sort of an enigma.

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Kace raced up the rigging of the mainsail of his father’s vessel, The Sea-Wolf. Propping himself on top of the singular mast that propelled the wolf-headed longship, Kace gazed in wonderment at the massive soaring tower, wondering how it maintained its straight rigidity considering how tall it was. He figured magic was involved somehow. Reluctantly tearing his gaze from the colossal tower, he glanced at the crew bustling around below him. Half were his father’s men, Highmen, and the other were Dwarves from House Cilrok, like Kace himself. He knew them all by name and grew up with a fair number of them.

Kace had received a summons to Ekilore about a month and a half prior. It was a mysterious letter signed only with a black sigil in the shape of an eye. He had spent a fortnight preparing, receiving blessings from elders from both peoples, Dwarf and Highman and packing the proper supplies. His mother insisted on Kace taking his best finery and his father insisted on half his armory. Their journey had been relatively easy. He and his Dwarven entourage of eight departed from his mother’s estate, where his Grandfather, Orik Cilrok still reigned as Lord. They journeyed for half a day across the border to Miraheim, arriving on his father’s lands where they spent the night and were joined by another eight Highmen. They rode for another day to the river, where his father’s longship was docked. The crew of seventeen boarded and sailed downriver to the coast, over the course of another week. Once they reached the ocean, the journey to Ekilore became a bit more hazardous. They were plagued by a storm that seemed to follow them, disappearing after half an hour, before reappearing out of thin air an hour later. The storm only lasted for half of their journey at sea however and the final leg of the journey was blessed by the gods with a strong breeze and clear skies, day and night.

They arrived at the docks of Ekilore in good spirits, laughing and singing shanties, another fortnight after departing Kace's father's lands. With the Sea-Wolf anchored at the dock, Kace set to work helping his crew unload all of his supplies that he would be keeping with him. After about five minutes of work however, he heard a soft ahem. Turning, Kace saw a plump, bald man with powdered skin and in rather colorful robes.

“If you would sir, follow me. We’ve been waiting anxiously for your arrival. Two of your fellow summons have already arrive. I’m sure your men can finish unloading, and I will show them where to take everything once I return. Come with me please.” Said the eunuch before turning briskly and walking on towards the tower, not waiting for a response.

Kace followed, shooting a look to his men, grinning confidently. They all gave him silent signals of encouragement. Kace and the eunuch entered the tower and into a library with the largest collection of books he had ever seen. His grandfather’s library was no modest collection by Dwarven standards but it could fit half a million times in this great tower. There was a golden platform in the center of the room that the eunuch was leading him to. The eunuch mounted it and gestured for Kace to do the same, which he did. Pulling a lever, the platform began to ascend. When it stopped, the eunuch led Kace off the platform and to a set of iron doors. The eunuch gave Kace a small, knowing smile, before opening the doors in a grand gesture, revealing the entirety of Aerion. Everything that Kace had seen thus far paled in comparison to the view before him now. He walked up the staircase before him, not really paying any attention to where he was going, just gazing at the land of Aerion below him. Once they reached the top, the eunuch led him to where to others stood, both clad in armor. Kace glanced down at his own garb, a simple green tunic that reached his knees, covering a brown shirt and cinched at the waist by a black belt made of twisted leather with a seax hanging from it, a pair of grey trousers and simple leather shoes. His clothes were of good quality and they were clean, but simple as well, making it hard to place his social class just by judging his appearance. He felt oddly underdressed but he hadn’t thought armor was necessary. Maybe these others had received news different than his? Maybe these monks would test them with combat? He did not know. But he found himself resting his hand on the hilt of his knife.

“Hail,” he raised a hand in greeting and smiled to the others, “I’m Karl Cilrok Ulvarsson.”

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Karl Cilrok "Kace" Ulvarsson

Name: Karl Cilrok “Kace” Ulvarsson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Dwarf
Country of Origin: Since his mother was the only child to a minor noble of Mindirion and his father a Human from Miraheim, Kace spent half his life in Mindirion, learning etiquette, how to conduct himself as a highborn and receiving a general nobles education, before moving to Miraheim to learn to fight, to sail and how to be a man. He lived in Mindirion from the time he was born, until he was 13, and then lived in Miraheim for the remaining six years. He grew fond of both places and would call both of them home.

Appearance:

Karl Cilrok "Kace" Ulvarsson

Due to his mixed race, Kace is about 5 feet, 5 inches tall. He typically wears silks and leathers in the colors of Mindirion and knee high supple leather riding boots when in the company of nobles or when he needs to make an impression, but when travelling or lounging, he prefers a generic and comfortable tunic, trousers, jacket and simple leather shoes. In combat, he wears gambeson, chainmail, brigandine, visored helm, greaves and bracers, all black and decorated with gold inlay. Sometimes he opts for a shield (in the same color scheme) and other times he prefers to wield just his sword or axe, or both in either hand.

Personality: Kace is a generally kind person. He’s good at making friends, and really enjoys joking around and spending time at a pub or tavern with good friends. However, he also knows when a situation requires more tact. He’s extremely mature for his age and finds himself skilled both in political strategy and military strategy.

He’s grown up around both smallfolk and nobles alike, leading to a very humble man, without classist prejudices, going against the norms of Dwarven society and their caste system. Kace knows the value of a good ally, making himself unlikely to go out of his way to make an enemy, but he also is a man of principle and a strong sense of right and wrong, and his willing to fight to defend his beliefs.

History: Kace’s parents were neighbors on the border between Miraheim and Mindirion. Their families were feuding over a field that lay over both borders and the dispute turned bloody for a while before Kace’s parents, Gisli and Ulvar, both young at the time, met and fell in love. They married and brought peace to their two families.

Kace was born a year later. He received his mother’s family name, Cilrok, as his middle name and, following the traditions of his father’s people, received Ulvarsson as his last name. Zoden Cilrok was a minor noble house of Mindirion, owning a small estate in the northwest of the country which Kace’s mother was the heir to. His father was a well-off Highman but not from noble stock. Kace was raised in his mother’s house until he was 13, where he received a typical noble education before his family moved to his father’s farmstead, just over the border, where he learned to fight and sail and be a typical Highman.

Kace adapted well to living in both worlds of Dwarven nobles and Human warriors but his lives were distinct. He had his friends on either side of the border but never did the two worlds mix, unless he was with his parents. He found himself excelling at both fighting with a sword and with his words. Politics and warfare both came naturally to Kace and at the ripe age of 18, he found himself embroiled in an interhouse Civil War with the other dwarven houses, with half rebelling against the Rasuh Etar, and the other half remaining loyal. House Cilrok remained loyal and Kace himself, being a noble and having the training of both a Dwarf and a Highman, distinguished himself as a leader and strategist, only losing two battles in the course of the Seven Month War, both of which due to overwhelming odds, and unsuspected intervention. However, not only was his battle prowess tested, but also his political prowess. Kace, now having just turned 19, brokered the peace treaty that saw the end of the war, with both sides agreeing that since he was only half a Dwarf, he would be relatively impartial. He ended the Civil War and helped Orthen Durgon cement his power and restore peace. Hence why only a few months after his 19th birthday, he was sent for by the Monks, who saw the potential in someone who could both negotiate peacefully and aggressively.

Weapon Preference: Primary weapon:

Dwarven Langes Messer

. Secondary weapon:

Highman Axe

Carries a shorter utility seax (about eleven inches long, meant for work on a farm or on a ship) at all times. During battles he opts for a longer and broader seax (about thirteen inches long, meant for combat and hewing limb from body.)

Seaxes

Side: Knights of Ekilore.

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Ginagap sounds an awful lot like Ginnungagap ;) Kace will definitely be following the religion of his father. I'm putting the finishing touches on my CS, hopefully will be done by tomorrow or Tuesday. I'm a Junior History Major at Uni and it's finals week, but I only have two more, so after Wednesday, I'll be entirely free.

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Interested, if you're still looking for people.

Trouble in Korthos

Sev smiled at the tiefling halfheartedly.

“I’m fine, thanks.” He said quietly. He tried to avoid looking at the bodies on the ground, afraid he would see someone he knew. He had had enough tragedy in his life and thought that the Falcon would be his salvation. Of course, he should have known his luck would never have lasted.

Sev was drawn from his pessimistic musings by Jeets returning down the hill. He accepted the vial from the halfling and began to follow him into the cave. Sev typically would have been rather distrusting of the halfling and performing a semi-interrogation before ever venturing into a cave with him, but at this point, the half elf was sort of lost and figured he had nothing to lose and nothing better to do than follow the halfling.

They walked for a few moments in the dimly lit cave before suddenly coming to a pair of people clad in robes. They both seemed dangerous, one, mystically and the other, physically. Sev’s first thought was that Jeets had set them up but as his attention shifted away from the pair and to Jeets to accuse him, Sev noticed that Jeets was just as caught of guard and defensive as the rest of the party. Sev drew his sword and leveled it at the man with mace as his body language suggested “forceful coercion” was what he was hoping for.

“Look, my ship just crashed and my entire livelihood with it. I have no interest in your master and nothing to lose so get out of our way before I move you myself.” He said to the man in red, without taking his eyes off of the mace-wielder.