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6 yrs ago
You can find me on discord if you so wish~
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6 yrs ago
Sorry about my lack of appearances. At this point Im taking a much needed hiatus from here after 5 long years. Not sure when I'll be back, but it won't be for awhile... sorry about that... : (
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6 yrs ago
Revenge of the 5th has always been a thing tho...
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6 yrs ago
Do not forget about the GOD DAMN bacon.
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6 yrs ago
Once upon a time, I used to cheer for May the 4th... now I cry with disappointment. *Except Clone Wars S7 and the Mandalorian - they are awesome*
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Hello everyone new and old. Sorry for my abrupt and extended absence. What me and my family thought was the flu turned out to be a bit more serious. But I'm feeling well enough to get back to my hobbies. Is my kind still welcome around these parts?


Welcome back! We were really wondering where you've been. I thought you either died or left the Guild silently. But glad to have you back. You did miss some stuff but regardless after this battle thats going on, Im sure you can reintroduce Zak and Beast again.
Greetings....been a while :3

What have I missed?


Sees that you havent been on for 10 months roughly

A lot. :P But welcome back lol
Aaaand I posted.

And btw, I originally wanted Jakorian to travel on the back of this massive thing:


Jakorion Fraustous





A thundering clunk can be heard as it takes its first step upon the old wooden bridge that leads to the ominous castle beyond the great mist. The armored man looks up with his glowing cold blue eyes as he stands silently for a minute. The infamous Jakorion Fraustous had indeed travelled far in order to reach here. He comes from the far north, where the snow falls all year round, where the tundra never seems to melt, and where the biggest, baddest, and brutish warriors push their mettle to battle against the elements. This is the realm of Glacienda, and Jakorion rules that very land with an iron fist. He had trekked hundreds of miles through the harsh ever-winter conditions and even through the dreary wastelands of where the once rich and lustrous countryside had turned bleak and grey after Camelot fell.

The letter that the cold-hearted barbarian received was an... interesting one at best. At first, he didn't trust the letter and even then he was never fond of making new friends and allies. Of course, his god, Morlinda, basically forced him to go, simply for the fact that maybe having some allies wouldn't quite kill him. And now he's right at Camelot's doorstep, a once bustling city of order now reduced to a simple town conquered by fierce discord and chaos...

Just the way he likes it.

Jakorion begins walking across the bridge all the way until he reaches the front doors. Opening them with a heavy heave, the clanging of hard wood across the rocky cobblestone walls can be heard all the way to the dining hall, where everyone was at. Clearly the brutish warrior wasn't the biggest fan of polite manners, at least as a first impression. As he approaches the table, he takes a quick look at his surroundings. The castle is rather large and looked almost church-like. This place must've looked disgustingly bright during Camelot's golden ages but now that they've fallen, it looks darker and more glum. Perhaps it looks better this way, in the case of representing the harsh life of the world today, or the fact that fanciness to him was almost meaningless to him.

As the large warrior approaches one of the seats at the long table, he sees a lavish feast laid down upon him. While the concept of fancy architecture bores him, fancy and rich food on the other hand was a completely different story. After all, food like this can keep one's stomach full for days, maybe even weeks. Personally, Jakorion doesn't eat that much, at least since being resurrected by Morlinda, but there are times where a man like him has got to eat. It's only then when he realizes the rest of the people in the room. There's indeed variety in here, while most being humans, there are some persons that looked rather different-looking, from a lycan mage, to a short-stack goblin, to even a giant beastkin. But being the anti-social warrior that he is, he simply says nothing as he takes his seat and waits for the host to arrive and give them the goods.
Who wants a strength contest with Bartuc


Jakorian is pretty strong.

@Lmpkio

I certainly like the idea of an undead Ice Warrior. As an undead he should have two additional weaknesses, Salt can temporary paralyze him on direct contact (And weaken his ice power) and a trail of salt can act as a physical barrier. He is unable to cross running water, but he can freeze that water to cross it. Mild aversion to holy bullshit, typical undead shit. Since he has been undead by a goddess (holy or not) he isn't as vulnerable to holy energy as other undead.

After including those, he will be accepted and be put into the char tab. His role will be a 'one-man army', he will be often tasked with certain tasks by his own power while his assigned allies work elsewhere in the area. Rarely will he be expected to stick with his squad.


Alright, I'll include those weaknesses. According to a past profile, it seems like I wasnt the only one to tinker with ice powers... only Scarecrow's ice giant was not accepted. Regardless Im thankful that you like him.

And sounds pretty accurate in regards to his role. I'll add them in and then post them to the char.

@dragonmancer How's my character btw?
Alright! I got my profile up. Hope its good :)


And posted. Again, sorry for being late... AGAIN.
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