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Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

And here I thought Galadred would be the eldest in our merry band.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

The Lion

Username
Lucian

Character Name
Galadred "The Lion"

Race/Species
Asur

Gender
Male

Age
122

Career Overview
Galadred is the descendant of one of the White Lions of Chrace and can claim a rich familial ancestry that goes back nearly to the founding of the order. As such, it was fated that he join their ranks at a young age (for an elf) after demonstrating great martial ability and a knack for good leadership. At the age of fifty, Galadred set out to hunt and kill a white lion, the beasts for which the order he sought entry into was named. Though the rite of passage into the order cost him his handsome and pristine elven features (The beast landed a near-fatal blow to Galadred's face, resulting in a long, permanent scar) he nevertheless overcame the Lion, and claimed it's pelt as a badge of honour, and a symbol of his acceptance into the order of the White Lions. He served as a Lion exceptionally for fifty years, and took up the defense of countless Noble Families of Ulthuan.

Eventually, however, he was involved in a scandal which, to his chagrin, resulted in his expulsion from Ulthuan. Since then, Galadred has wandered the Old World as a mercenary, to various degrees of success. While his skill is not in question (indeed, he is somewhat famous for his martial prowess among mercenaries) he is choosy about what cause he will sell his blade to, tending to prefer escort and defense missions to anything else, and he never supports forces he deems unworthy. While this code of Mercenary ethics is relatively cumbersome when it comes to the acquisition of wealth, combined with his proficiency in combat, it has lead to his semi-fame in the mercenary world, and his moniker of The Lion, though his appearance certainly contributed to this as well.

Weapons
Argent Roar is Galadred's signature weapon. The ancestral battleaxe of his family, passed down through generations of White Lions, each adding their own flair and enchantments to the weapon, as is the custom. The blade is formed of Ithilmar, and the weapon is thus extremely light and wieldy. At a command from it's wielder, the axe's blade can be magically 'ignited,' causing it to glow with a brilliant radiance. When swung in this state, the axe seems to roar as it cuts the wind, this is the enchantment for which the weapon gained its name. Aside from this enchantment, the weapon has countless enchantments of sharpening and preservation, ensuring that even to this day, despite centuries of use, it is as pristine as ever.

Aside from Argent Roar, Galadred keeps a small, ordinary dagger at his belt.

Attire
Ithilmar Armour in the style of the White Lions, though with his family's noble heraldry and any signs or marks of his merit in service to the Phoenix Court removed, and without the tall helmet that is another signature of the order.

Equipment/Other
Galadred still wears the pelt of the white lion. Despite his exile from Ulthuan, it serves as a testament to his past exploits and skill. In a more utilitarian manner, the thick pelt can be used to great effect to tangle and deflect light missiles such as arrows.

Physical Description
Like any high elf, Galadred is tall and graceful in his movement, with handsome angular features to his fair-skinned face. However, the similarities end there. He is well-toned and strong in appearance, barely retaining the lithe physique of his kin for all of his muscle. The left side of his face is marred by three claw marks that run straight down from his forehead to his chin, cutting through the left side of his nose and clefting his lip, the result of his fight with the white lion. His ithilmar armour is a few pieces shy of the full set, giving Galadred a sort of uneven and worn, yet undeniably noble look. His beautifully blond hair is cut short and unkempt, in a permanent state of "bed-head," something rarely seen on an elf, as the length of their hair is often as important to them as the beard is to a dwarf. Even when out of his armour, Galadred is rarely seen without his white lion pelt cloak. The cloak itself is massive, thick, and heavy, with the lion's head resting on Galadred's left shoulder like a pauldron. Galadred's overall appearance evokes past glories, dimmed by shame and exile, but still bright enough to be worthy of note.

Mental Description/Personality
Galadred is haughty to a degree, though less so than many high-elves due to his humbling shame, and exile from his homeland. His life in the Old World among humans and Dwarfs and sell-swords of all types has lead to a blunting of his noble elven refinement and though he is still poised and respectful for the likes of a mercenary, he is considered brash and crude for one of the Asur. Despite this, he is kindhearted and will always step in to fight injustice or evil as he sees it, and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Background/History
As previously mentioned, Galadred rose to the ranks of the White Lions at an early age and served exceptionally as a guard for many nobles of the Phoenix Court, so in this section I'll just focus on the events leading up to his exile. Galadred fell in love with the scion of one of the noble houses he was meant to be protecting. It was forbidden, as the noble was bound in marriage to another. However, the attraction was mutual, and Galadrad and the other noble began a clandestine affair. The affair lasted for a long time, with Galadred becoming the personally appointed guard of the noble's family and head of their security detail. Despite the dishonour of keeping their relationship hidden, it worked well for many years, until a Dark Elf raid on the noble family's compound forced Galadred to choose between saving his lover's life, or that of the noble's family. Resources would not allow for both. Galadred chose his lover, and after he and his contingent of White Lions had saved the young noble, they pushed the Druchii to route and secured the compound.

However, the Dark Elves had not left empty-handed. They had taken the noble's family, likely to work as slaves until death, as was the dark elf way. Galadred's lover was furious, wracked with guilt, and lacking any vent, he turned on Galadred. Galadred's blunder was revealed to the Phoenix Court, and in the fashion of high elven politics, the scandal was revealed. The Noble blamed Galadred for all of it, claiming that he had been coerced by Galadred, and that his advances were unwanted. Galadred pleaded his case as best he could, but it was his word against the scion of a noble house who had the ear of the Phoenix King. So, Galadred lost his hereditary title, his place among the White Lions, and even his place in Ulthuan. He was only allowed to keep his family's axe, as there were no other heirs to wield it, and his equipment from his time as a Lion. So, with only that in hand, he set off to the Old World, bitter and scornful.

In the Old World, he found new purpose in the life of a mercenary. He found that he could still protect people, which was his passion, and so he often took contracts which allowed him to escort merchants or join in the defense of small settlements. Eventually, after making something of a name for himself in the mercenary community, he joined the Guild Of Esteemed Sellswords.

Young Justice: Season One

TWILIGHT

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Quickling

T H E S A N C T U A R Y

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^{July 3rd, 2020 | Happy Harbour, Rhode Island - A post in collaboration with @MrDidact}

Juno watched Kassy go, wondering what was going through her teammate's mind and feeling both concerned about what Kassy might do as well as vaguely guilty that she had some role in the Atlantean's breakdown. Then, as always happened lately when she was feeling gloomy, she began to think of Leo. And her mood soured even further. Images and sensations and scents began to flash through her mind. Things she hated to even think about. But things she could never forget.

And so Tachyus caught Juno unawares when he stepped up in front of her and snapped her out of her reverie. Juno looked up at him suddenly, taking in the casual loose-fitting civillian clothes he wore. Juno hadn't even thought about what Tachyus might have been doing during the whole exchange with Kassy, but evidently he had missed most of it. His model perfect hair was still damp from the shower, and he looked like he just stepped out of an ad for the gym.

Juno didn't know much about the demigod. But there was an undeniable allure to him, beyond his perfect physique. Beyond his charming demeanor even. He had the very air of someone who held great power and knew it. Many of her teammates were potent, but most were unsure of themselves or were beholden to that power. Tachyus was far from completely in control either. But his usual confidence and surety of his command was appealing, reminding Juno of the professionals she had grown up with and fought beside for most of her life.

But now he looked forlorn, almost like Kassy. But then Juno was sure she looked little better. It had been a hard day for everyone, that was clear. Juno shook her head and replied, "No, it wasn't you. If anything it was my fault. I was coaching her with some boxing and... something happened to her. I don't know what. She wasn't herself."

Juno smiled ruefully, "Kind of a recurring theme today I guess. They really should do more psychological assesment before they send out a bunch of teens and young adults on life or death missions." The smile passed and Juno said, "But seriously. Something's wrong with Kassy. And something's wrong with Magnus. If we're not careful, we'll rip ourselves apart before the villains even get a chance to. We need to come together."

The young heroine noticed Tachyus wasn't meeting her eyes. "How are you holding up? Magnus was pretty harsh to you earlier. It was uncalled for."

Tachyus wasn't sure how to answer her question at first. It clicked suddenly that she may have thought his behaviour had to do with the almost-fight with Magnus. In reality, Tachyus was more perturbed by the prospect of approaching her in conversation, particularly the conversation he was about to start.

"Oh, yeah." Tachyus started, dismissively waving his hand, "I'm not worried about him. He's a beast, but nothing the Amazonians haven't faced. I suspect I'll just need to prove that my uhm... demonstration of weakness earlier today wasn't my modus operandi." The demigod paused for a moment, then sighed and shook his head.

Juno replied, "You made a misstep. But so does everyone. Even Magnus did, today, he even got tenderized by a clown hammer for it. Making a mistake is part of the job from time to time. We just have to learn from them so they don't happen again. And I'm sure you will. With your powers and training, you're a big asset to the team already." Juno had heard the same words spoken to her before, and it wasn't hard to repeat them. A cliche perhaps, but cliches formed for a reason and Juno had seen them work before.

At the very least, she was fairly sure she wouldn't make Tachyus launch into a homicidal rage. As she spoke, she recounted some moments she had been less than optimal in her performance. How humiliated she had been. How much she effort she had spent to make up for it. Tachyus didn't need any more criticism then what he was already giving himself. He needed a show of support. For all her icy tendencies, Juno knew that much.

"Well, thanks. I'm holding up just fine thanks to you, anyway. I've never been poisoned before. Most of the bouts I've been in were more honourable affairs. I don't know how my body would have reacted if I didn't get help, regardless of my parentage," Tachyus grinned suddenly, a slight crooking of the right side of his mouth, "Guess I owe you one. Having a god in your debt is a pretty nifty trump card, I'd wager."

Her perfectly formed and proportioned teammate had a photogenic smile too, and Juno found herself smiling slightly in return, even though his statement also caught her somewhat by surprise. She managed to keep that from showing on her face however as she said, "Villains often don't hold to things like honor, and the Jokerz even less than most. I've had one or two hits like that before, and it's never something to laugh at."

Juno remembered the incident too, when one of the many Copperheads had managed to get the drop on her before her shield had come up. If it hadn't been for her mother, she probably wouldn't have made it. She was seventeen, and after that her mom had tried to stop her from pursuing a heroic career any further. It had only driven Juno's drive to improve. To never be caught off guard again.

"You're welcome, Tachyus, but I was just doing my duty as one of your teammates. I never leave anyone behind. And damned if I'd let one of those clowns hurt someone on my team. I know you would have done the same for me." Her smile, turning into something of a sly grin, Juno said, "Though I think in the knight and damsel dynamic, I actually enjoy being the one to do the carrying. Very chivalric."

She chuckled slightly and said, "And a favor from a god does sound pretty nice. But I thought you were a demigod technically? Is that like a promotion kind of deal? Being worthy and all that? Or just whoever hits the smiting quota the highest?" Juno smiled to let Tachyus know she was just teasing him. Men enjoyed teasing to some extent she found, but not so much it hurt their egos. And it felt good to banter with someone after everything that happened today, to get her mind off of enraged teammates and rivalries.

Tachyus gave an exaggerated mock frown, furrowing his brow and pulling the corners of his mouth down. In truth, he wasn't sure if the pantheon would actually allow any change, set as they were in their ways. Could he actually earn his place among them? Something to ask his father during his next visitation.

"Maybe if I'm charming enough, Aphrodite will take me on as her ward." He gave his best seductive wink, then ruined it with a chortle, "Honestly, I think it is a kind of promotion. From everything I've read about past demigods, that seems to be the case. Hard to tell what's legend and what's truth though. Of course, even if I can't join my father and the other gods, there's another pantheon here on earth that I can still strive for. They call it the Justice League. Perhaps I'll get the honour of standing next to Juno, Goddess of Light in the photoshoots, eh?" He finished with a wry smile.

Juno smiled back, just as wryly. He really was a charmer. Not like the sedate, collected, even melancholy Conner. And much different from the brooding, tense, combative Magnus. All of them had their own appeal, but Tachyus' was somewhat more conventional for Juno. Fairly uncomplicated. Though she was sure he had some sort of personal baggage he had to sort out. Everyone in this business did.

Juno chuckled, "I'm flattered. Not that I haven't heard that one before. Fans can get quite intense. As for the Justice League, that's my dream as well. Being part of this team is the next step for me before I join. This team has a lot of potential to fill the void the Titans left. I think you'd be a good fit as well. As for photoshoots, well you could do those now. Capes are huge on the social scene. If you want, I could make some calls. Introduce the public properly to Quickling. Interviews, photoshoots, the whole deal. You have the right look for it. A few months and you'll have a horde of fangirls. And fanboys of course." Juno smiled again. She hadn't told him that she was on the team to redeem her career and not just pad out her resume, but he didn't need to know that.

Tachyus' grin widened into a genuine smile at the prospect of being rocketed into the spotlight. He found himself wondering if, like a true god, his powers would increase based on his devotees. Was worth a shot.

"I'll have to take you up on the offer. Could use some good publicity after the Jokerz fiasco. We can maybe discuss it over lunch or something?" The demigod offered, but he was too nervous to await a response, so he cut the tension.

"Anyway, we should get back to the others. I was gonna' go for a stroll, but I'm starving, and I can almost smell the bacon from here." As he finished speaking, he turned and started walking towards the hall. He really was hungry, though his awkward nervousness in regards to Juno drove him to walk a little faster than was warranted.

Juno was no fool and she could almost always pick up on when a guy was feeling nervous. It was subtle, but the way that he hurried out a bit faster than he needed to was a big clue. He definitely had at least a bit of a thing for her. She smiled a bit too herself. His nervousness was actually kind of cute. Juno called out to him, "You go ahead. I intend to get some training in tonight. But we should do lunch. We can take a quick hop over to Metropolis and I'll show you one of my favorite places. Just let me know when is good for you. And save some bacon for me."

The young heroine watched Tachyus walk away. Even in a bit of a hurry he had a stride that belonged on a runway, which made an... interesting view as Juno looked on for a moment. She quickly looked away in case Tachyus decided to look back. The Amazons really did have some good exercise regimens, evidently. Juno laughed to herself. She knew some girls, and guys, that would go absolutely crazy over him. But she wasn't quite sure what she felt about her teammate yet, feelings that were almost as muddled as they were with Magnus.

She sighed. A few weeks on this team and it was already turning into a soap opera. Juno tried to put it out of her mind and casted up a hardlight training dummy, throwing herself into a rhytym of strikes and kicks as she tried to get the day's events, her dysfunctional team, and her perplexing comrades off of her mind.

Young Justice: Season One

Tachyus didn't respond to Kassy's pleading apology. The young demigod was too worked up and combative due to Fenrir's advance, to say anything worth saying, and so, in a moment of surprising wisdom (even to him) had chosen to say nothing and turn away, rather than simply lose his temper at the meek atlantean again. Better to be alone for now. He strode into the locker room, and grabbed an athletic set of civilian clothes. While he preferred his usual garb, he didn't actually mind some of the clothes he had found. The shirt was form-fitting enough not to get in his way, and the shorts were of a loose mesh which not only allowed for a pleasant breeze on occasion, but also a full range of unhindered movement. A necessity for Tachyus. The obvious benefit, of course, was the ability to blend in with mortal society, which was a useful gift on occasion.

Change-of-clothes in hand, Tachyus stripped and showered, taking a few extra moments to wash away the sweat, but also to soak out the tenseness in his muscles. He was still on edge, and still walking the line between flooding himself with the power of the Godspeed. He needed to be away from this place for awhile, he decided. Time alone with his thoughts. Time to think about recent events. He turned off the steaming water and stepped out. Toweling off was a chore. On Themyscira, he had always been able to air-dry. However, since coming to Man's World, he had been made aware of many different practices in modesty which were simply not present on the island. Though, having seen the way mortals treated their bodies, he was beginning to think maybe he understood the sense of shame they seemed to possess at the naked form. He found himself briefly wondering how his teammates felt about it, then abruptly decided this was not a train of thought he wanted to follow at the moment.

Dried and dressed, except for his messy hair, which was still a bit damp, Tachyus walked back into the gymnasium slowly, hoping he'd be alone. He sighed audibly as he saw the two women still there. This was abruptly changed, however, as Kassy pulled a one-eighty and walked rather brusquely into the hall, leaving Juno watching her go. Tachyus had the sudden urge to slink back into the men's locker room. Of all of the team, Juno was the only one who actually made him feel nervous. Sure, Fenrir could apparently piss him off easily enough, and he felt a weird mixture of pity and frustration for Kassy, a sense of awe at Rannik and his alien strangeness, but none of them even came close to the same effect. Not only was Juno competent, professional, and powerful, but she had actually saved his life, though it pained him to admit this. All of this, and she was mortal. A so-called metahuman, sure, but otherwise there was nothing special about her, save perhaps her lineage. Yet, her presence alone seemed to tease out his inadequacies. The young demigod decided not to let the awkwardness hang in the air, so he walked toward her, his bare feet slapping softly on the floor mats.

"Was that my fault, her leaving?" Tachyus asked, running a hand through his drying hair as he made a mental note not to stare at Juno in any way that could betray how he really felt, which just ended with him staring at the floor.

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Young Justice: Season One

Tachyus was vaguely aware that his face must have looked odd, his expression changing swiftly from the pleasant surprise at Juno's unexpected compliment, to a gradually dark, and even angry, frown. Magnus was predictably belligerent, but there was more. There was an animal fury that seemed to pull taught the man's corded muscles and draw his hands into balled fists. Tachyus considered this carefully. The usually meek Kass weighed in in agreement with Magnus' assessment that Tachyus' handiwork was in fact, not impressive.

"No. It isn't. Dummies don't hit back." The wolf-man had said in response to Juno's complimentary remark.

This was no real surprise, but Kass' remarks crossed a cognitive line that Tachyus' honor simply couldn't permit. Not only had she compared his venting in the training room to striking children, she had implied that his motives had been to impress them. To make up for his failings in the battle before. He gritted his teeth as the atlantean girl asked Magnus something, but he wasn't listening. He nearly cut her off in his anger.

"It is a good thing then," He began, attempting to keep his voice calm, but nearly shaking in his building indignant rage, "That I didn't actually do this to impress any of you, Mirage." He spat her name with obvious distaste, but shifted his glare to Magnus, who was bristling with a fury that seemed directed at Tachyus specifically. The beast seemed to be singling him out. Was it because he had shown weakness? Just like a wild dog, Tachyus thought. He'd have to prove he wasn't the weakest link in order to regain his place in the pack, in Magnus' eyes. "As for you, If you truly think that my being taken by surprise in our last battle will make me an easy snack for you, then I welcome you to make the attempt." Tachyus balled his own fists, barely aware that he had let loose the floodgates of the Godspeed. Wreathed in a golden aura, he smirked at Magnus, a mirthless half-smile, and cracked his knuckles.

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Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Kaz

Name: Kazira "Kaz" Lao

Species: Kaminoan

Age: 16

Appearance: Though young, Kaz has reached physical maturaity, as his species does at around age eleven. Like most of his species, Kaz is towering in height, and moves with a deceptively slow grace in all dealings save combat. He has large almond-shaped eyes (black with white pupils) and his skin is so pale as to appear almost translucent, even nearly luminescent in the correct lighting. His long neck is not fully dexterous, but does afford him limited flexibility, on par with that of a giraffe. As with all males of his species, he has a crest of cartilage on top of his small, bulbous head, which trails partway down his long neck. He wears pristine, light-brown robes, making an effort to keep them as clean as possible.

Equipment:

• Long-hilted dual-phase Lightsaber with a blue blade
• Short-handled shoto lightsaber with a blue blade of identical color
• Standard-issue re-breather
• Standard-issue commlink
• Lightsaber tuning/repair kit
• A utility belt to store most of his items

Skills:

• Calculating Mind: Kaz considers his mind to be his greatest weapon. He is intelligent and collected, with a nearly unflappable manner. As a result of both his Kaminoan heritage and Jedi training, it is nearly impossible to get a rise out of him. Even in the heat of battle, Kaz is always calculating and considering his options.
• Form V/Shien: Intermediate
• Form III/Soresu: Intermediate
• Wave-Dancing: Wave Dancing is a style of fighting that Kazira is personally developing, and has been working on since his time as a youngling. Inspired by the roiling, unpredictable, yet graceful and beautiful seas of his home planet, Wave Dancing is a heavily defensive style which combines the focuses of the Shien and Soresu forms, but takes advantage of Kaminoan physiology and inherent grace. The form is grounded, with the practitioner rarely performing leaps or flips, but it is swift and unpredictable, despite it's enchantingly graceful appearance. The practitioner appears to be dancing, with swirls and pirouettes that allow for graceful dodges, and sudden strikes from unpredictable angles.

Abilities:

• Telekinesis: Kaz is able to do the basics, push, pull, levitate small objects. Anything beyond the basic is difficult for him.
• Force Speed: Kaz is quite skilled with this power, utilizing it in concert with his very unique fighting style to become a "dancing" blur in combat.
• Deflection: A rather specific skill, Kaz is able to deflect (but not redirect) projectiles and some force-based attacks by focusing the force into his hands and altering the trejectory. He is not advanced enough to absorb r return attacks, merely deflect. This is another power that flows well into his defensive Wave Dancing.
• Telepathy: Like many of the trained force-sensitive beings in the Galaxy, Kaz is able to read the thoughts of beings who do not have any sort of mental or force defenses in place.

Weaknesses:

• Socially Detached: Though a lack strong emotional ties is generally a good thing for any Jedi, Kaz finds empathy difficult, and is fueled more by cold logic. Thus, in situations where most Jedi would be moved to action, Kazira may remain passive. There has been much debate by Kaz' peers and superiors over whether this is exemplary of a true Jedi, or a slippery-slope to the Self-centered philosophies of the Dark Side.
• Arrogant: Kaz is something of a prodigy, and he knows it. His arrogance manifests in subtle ways, as he is very slow to anger, but he is vastly overconfident in his abilities.
• Frailty: Kaz' fighting style is so personalized and focused on dodging and defense in part because the flesh and bones of a Kaminoan are thin and brittle, and he can't really afford to take more than a few hard hits.

History:

Force sensitivity is incredibly rare in Kaminoans, and is looked on as a deviation from the genetic perfection that the Kaminoans strive for. There has only been one Force-Sensitive Kaminoan in history, and she was regarded as a pariah. However, many years prior to the start of the Clone Wars, there existed a small splinter-faction of Kaminoan Aesthetics who thought that Force-Sensitivity should be considered as a beneficial trait, and that it should be selected for when breeding and genetically modifying. These Aesthetics spent much in the way of time and resources to attempt the creation of a Kaminoan who would not only be force-sensitive, but would also be powerful.

The culmination of years of research, genetic engineering, and selective breeding was Kazira Lao, one of only two Force-Sensitive Kaminoans to have ever existed. At the age of four, his powers began to manifest, and the Aesthetics knew they had succeeded, but then the Jedi found Kamino, and as the Galaxy's light was shed on the planet, the existence of Kazira was revealed, and he was taken to the Jedi order for training, much to the chagrin of the aesthetics who had guided his creation.

Early on, Kaz demonstrated the usual Kaminoan advanced intellect, and became known as a prodigy among his peers. His grasp of the Force was impressive, but his formation of his own personal fighting style was the true sign of his advanced ability. During the Clone Wars, he helped his master on several missions. Although his ability was never in question, his detachment became a matter for some debate among the Jedi council and his Master. There have been talks of an early promotion to Jedi Knight, but so far the Council has denied Kaz this opportunity due to his general lack-of-experience. Kaz himself has never taken much issue with this. Kaz and his master were selected for service aboard the scouting/exploration vessel The Reclamation due in part to Kazira's exceptional mind and skill with calm calculation. Though, for Kaz' master, it was also a good opportunity to attempt to have his Padawan forge positive emotional bonds with others. The effectiveness of this remains to be seen.

Since the reverberation in the force caused by Order 66, Kaz has remained in quiet contemplation. Though he has appeared meditative and calm, his mind has been racing through the possibilities and repercussions of the event, and he has spoken very little.