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 Name: Tosti Svavarson Age: 24 Profession: Raider (Berserker) Personality: Tosti can be somewhat reckless at times, his will unpredictable and sometimes strange. He is a berserker, fighting as a practically unstoppable force on the battlefield as he holds absolutely nothing back. What appears to others as sometimes reckless or even insane behaviour is simply him holding nothing back, and devoting himself completely to combat. Tosti has been a raider since he accompanied his father on his first raid at the age of fifteen, slaughtering many enemies and relishing the first of much bloodshed and plunder. He has developed a close bond with many of the other raiders, having fought side by side as true Vikings many times. He is a devotee to the gods, having a deep reverence and respect for them. He favours Odin, the Allfather – knowing that his affinity for slaughter is a gift from him, and in return Tosti pays tribute to him often. He also favours Loki, the trickster god – for life is filled with his little tricks. As one of the finest raiders Tosti has brought back his fair share of gold and thralls over the years, he owns a fine dwelling with good access to abundant fishing grounds, his estate being worth a moderate amount. He also gives greatly to the gods, donating a sizable portion of his spoils to the village soothsayer on occasion. That being said he drinks and eats away much of his wealth, further driving his desire to raid as much as possible. Tosti has not taken a wife, though he has a thrall concubine who he took from a village in the east-lands. He has a deeper bond with her than he would care to admit, having taken her now four years ago. Since she has since abandoned her Slavic deities and now follows the true Norse path, and they have shared much in their time together. Fighting skills: Tosti fights without restraint, with axe or blade, with or without shield – it matters not to him. He has spent his entire life practising and perfecting the art of death, and knows that one day he will fight beside the gods themselves in Valhalla. He knows the importance of the shield wall, and will do his part when needed, however he is most at his element in open combat, often vaulting forwards into the enemy ranks when the moment is right and he can inflict the most devastation. He often carries a longsword, shortsword and handaxe on his person – using one or a combination of them as it suits him. He sometimes will carry a shield, again knowing the importance of protection when it is needed. However whenever possible he will often dispose of it in order to wield two weapons simultaneously. Tosti has before sustained grievous wounds, his recklessness not always being without risk. Fortunately the gods have thus far favoured him and he has always recovered after some time. He carries numerous scars, the souvenirs of his past mistakes in combat.

Name: Tor Balith Sex: Male Age: 32 Role: Captain, Company of the Bloody Hand Appearance:  Tor has a hardened appearance, beneath his armour he is lithe and muscular – his body honed by a constant strict training regime. He has dark hair and a strong jaw, a face that has grown accustomed to a constant scowl or look of concentration – gained through many years of experience. Personality: Tor is considered by his men to generally to be a quiet and stern individual, usually only speaking to give some instruction or ask something. They respect him greatly, his sometimes cold demeanour being nothing more than a man focused on his surroundings and task. That being said he knows most of his men completely, and when they are not occupied with a job he is a different man. He understands the way of the world, oh so he thinks – keeping the majority of his true feelings and observations to himself, he is a very hard man to read. Those few individuals who interest him, or have something he wants generally become the focus of his attention, not that they are always aware of it. He is driven by many things, amongst them a desire for vast wealth and prestige. The company of the Bloody Hand is now the most experienced and wealthy mercenary company in the whole of the new Nazarene Kingdom – this is due to his careful strategising and cunning manner in which he leads the company. History: Tor Balith joined the company of the Bloody Hand at the age of 19, haven proven himself a skilled archer. He was trained by the other men of the company and took part in many skirmishes as the years went on, quickly building a reputation amongst the others as a deadly warrior. The leader of the company Greyston Feloth was a cunning man, a master strategist and a fearsome warrior. It wasn’t long before Tor attracted his attention. At 25 he had risen to become a captain, now commanding his own fraction of the group, his skills with a bow or sword almost unbeatable due to his determination. He studied under Feloth and excelled in all aspects relating to the company. Over the many years he has seen and done much, participated and been victorious in many battles. He has also seen his share of losses – though few and far between. One such loss for the company resulted in the death of Greyston Feloth at the hands of one of the now former city-states. In retaliation Tor lead twenty of his best men into the city and assassinated their Merchant-King in the middle of their celebratory feast. During a toast his men suddenly appeared from the shadows in the chamber, killing the elite guards and sealing the doors from the inside. When the guardsmen outside finally smashed the doors in the intruders were nowhere to be seen, leaving only death in their wake. Every guest had been slaughtered, their faces each marked by a bloody handprint. The tale had spread and Tor had been unanimously elected as the next Captain of the Bloody Hand, a title he does not take lightly. Since under his command they had become even more prestigious and successful, even standing with some of the other city-states against the New Nazarene Kingdom. That being said their price is high, and eventually the cities would no longer be able to afford their keep – causing them to move on and abandon the cities, which of course then fell to the Nazarenes. Antioch, the greatest of all the free cities was now all that remained. Fortunately for them their treasuries appeared to be almost endless, or at least so he was told. His men for now garrison themselves within the city, awaiting his command. Tor is enjoying the brief pause in war, and allowing his men to do the same – and where else better to relax than the Jewel of the free cities itself. Since coming to the city he has clashed several times with the city guard, his men sometimes getting a tad to unruly or committing some small crime. So far no major problems have occurred and Tor hopes to keep it that way. The last thing he would need at the moment is undue attention from the watch. He has tried to become familiar with the Rogues Guild, though until now had not met with either the Day or Night Master, finding them to be quite elusive. Though he and his men have become familiar with the services the guild offers, paying for their services in a generous manner. Weapon of choice: Tor is a deadly shot with his composite longbow, years of practise having honed the ability many years ago. He has also become accustomed to fighting with a longsword, having similarly honed the skill through much practise and use. He is a formidable fighter, aided by his brutal efficiency and lack of mercy for his foes.

Still lurking. I like the sound of this so far. Awaiting OOC to make my mind up about a character and things.

It is a good enough point, and I admit I suppose I didn't put much thought into that. I suppose thinking about it I could switch the two, so it'd be a snow elf, or more accurately a Falmer? Nearly everything Dreet-Na knows would come from texts and books and whiteness accounts and what not.

Name: Tor Balith Sex: Male Age: 32 Role: Captain, Company of the Bloody Hand Appearance:  Tor has a hardened appearance, beneath his armour he is lithe and muscular – his body honed by a constant strict training regime. He has dark hair and a strong jaw, a face that has grown accustomed to a constant scowl or look of concentration – gained through many years of experience. Personality: Tor is considered by his men to generally to be a quiet and stern individual, usually only speaking to give some instruction or ask something. They respect him greatly, his sometimes cold demeanour being nothing more than a man focused on his surroundings and task. That being said he knows most of his men completely, and when they are not occupied with a job he is a different man. He understands the way of the world, oh so he thinks – keeping the majority of his true feelings and observations to himself, he is a very hard man to read. Those few individuals who interest him, or have something he wants generally become the focus of his attention, not that they are always aware of it. He is driven by many things, amongst them a desire for vast wealth and prestige. The company of the Bloody Hand is now the most experienced and wealthy mercenary company in the whole of the new Nazarene Kingdom – this is due to his careful strategising and cunning manner in which he leads the company. History: Tor Balith joined the company of the Bloody Hand at the age of 19, haven proven himself a skilled archer. He was trained by the other men of the company and took part in many skirmishes as the years went on, quickly building a reputation amongst the others as a deadly warrior. The leader of the company Greyston Feloth was a cunning man, a master strategist and a fearsome warrior. It wasn’t long before Tor attracted his attention. At 25 he had risen to become a captain, now commanding his own fraction of the group, his skills with a bow or sword almost unbeatable due to his determination. He studied under Feloth and excelled in all aspects relating to the company. Over the many years he has seen and done much, participated and been victorious in many battles. He has also seen his share of losses – though few and far between. One such loss for the company resulted in the death of Greyston Feloth at the hands of one of the now former city-states. In retaliation Tor lead twenty of his best men into the city and assassinated their Merchant-King in the middle of their celebratory feast. During a toast his men suddenly appeared from the shadows in the chamber, killing the elite guards and sealing the doors from the inside. When the guardsmen outside finally smashed the doors in the intruders were nowhere to be seen, leaving only death in their wake. Every guest had been slaughtered, their faces each marked by a bloody handprint. The tale had spread and Tor had been unanimously elected as the next Captain of the Bloody Hand, a title he does not take lightly. Since under his command they had become even more prestigious and successful, even standing with some of the other city-states against the New Nazarene Kingdom. That being said their price is high, and eventually the cities would no longer be able to afford their keep – causing them to move on and abandon the cities, which of course then fell to the Nazarenes. Antioch, the greatest of all the free cities was now all that remained. Fortunately for them their treasuries appeared to be almost endless, or at least so he was told. His men for now garrison themselves within the city, awaiting his command. Tor is enjoying the brief pause in war, and allowing his men to do the same – and where else better to relax than the Jewel of the free cities itself. Since coming to the city he has clashed several times with the city guard, his men sometimes getting a tad to unruly or committing some small crime. So far no major problems have occurred and Tor hopes to keep it that way. The last thing he would need at the moment is undue attention from the watch. He has tried to become familiar with the Rogues Guild, though until now had not met with either the Day or Night Master, finding them to be quite elusive. Though he and his men have become familiar with the services the guild offers, paying for their services in a generous manner. Weapon of choice: Tor is a deadly shot with his composite longbow, years of practise having honed the ability many years ago. He has also become accustomed to fighting with a longsword, having similarly honed the skill through much practise and use. He is a formidable fighter, aided by his brutal efficiency and lack of mercy for his foes.

Stalking towards the commotion Dreet-Na hesitated at the tree line as he watched Valerion confront their visitor, who he quickly realised was a woman, though little else from this distance. His reptilian eyes followed as she launched some kind of spell into the ancient man’s chest, to which Valerion simply stood, his eerie laugh floating across the night to where he was stood. Moments later Valerion vanished, appearing a split second later behind his pray before he felled her with one swift kick he raised his blade into the air to finish her. Dreet-Na’s eyes shot to the woman, who was preparing to cast another spell as she simultaneously pulled a small blade free with her other hand. Before he could react a blur shot from the darkness and crashed into Valerion, preventing him from ending the woman’s life and sending him stumbling slightly before he regained his balance and whirled around. It was then that it became clear that it was Rawlith'Dar, the Khajiit now standing between Valerion and the woman. Dreet-Na wondered if he should approach them, the pair exchanging heated words briefly. Before the situation could escalate further Nikalous interrupted them, taking a brief moment to tie the woman before he simply slung her over his shoulder and made his way back towards the camp. A smile formed on the Argonian’s face as he marvelled at how quickly the situation seemed to have been resolved. There had been a glint in Valerion’s eyes when he realised it was Rawlith'Dar who had challenged him, and Dreet-Na had thought that he would actually attack the Khajiit for a moment. Turning his attention towards their new captive Dreet-Na followed Niko, remaining silent for the time being. He spent a few moments examining her, something strange about her skin catching his attention. Upon closer examination he realised that she was slightly covered in dark ash coloured charcoal, however it was mostly rubbed away. Her skin underneath was white and pale, and it was clear that she was some kind of Mer – a moment later Dreet-Na realised that she was in fact a Falmer, or more accurately a snow elf. He paused as he considered the implications of that, and the fact that she was likely one of the last few of her kind. Wondering how old she might be and wondering how she might fit into the history of her people distracted him for a moment before he grappled his thoughts back to the present. Initially he had not cared if she lived or died, the pain of the arrow still fresh in his mind at the time. But it now became clear that Rawlith had made the right decision in saving her. Suddenly the woman moved slightly, catching the Argonian’s attention. [b]“Release me.. I just want to leave.” [/b] “It seems our visitor is awake” croaked Dreet-Na as he gestured towards the snow elf. He was now calm and had a faint smile hidden on his features – not that anyone other than another argonian would easily be able to tell. “I suggest we hear her out” he added as they reached the centre of their camp. Dreet-Na glanced around at his companions, suddenly taking note that there was a new face. A female Nord wearing steal armour was stood next to Rozalia. She looked athletic and the part of a shield maiden, and Dreet-Na wondered hopefully if she was here to join them. “Greetings” he said gesturing towards her, proper introductions would be made later. Right now he was far more interested in their ‘attacker’ and finding out what he could about her.

I will try and get a post up soon so we can move to the morning. But I can always catch up if peeps want to move on :)

Sorry for the delay in a CS - still planning on getting one up soon.

Got yo message. Will be responding in a moment with a few questions. Working on my CS now.

I'm very interested - and would be happy to play the Captain of the Company of the Bloody Hand. Will work on a CS if you guys are all still game.