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In Forsaken 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I really love the questionaire part. Its a joy to fill it in as a character :D

My general idea is a Tabaxi alchemist who has a bad case of ADHD and loves to blow stuff up. He does not have any magical abilities but extensive knowledge of the various chemical elements and he can combine them to create potions, bombs and other chemical agents. His potions sometimes have weird, rather harmless but intentional side effects.
Is there room for one more?
<Snipped quote by Archangel89>



Tempting :)


Neh’miah He’ron


Location: The Faded Lantern

Neh’miah found himself sitting on a throne on top of a mountain formed out of gold coins while rivers of wine seemed to flow out of the endless sky. Before him lay the endless green meadows filled with scantily dressed women chanting his name as the greatest thief that ever lived. Ofcourse dreams that are too good to be true lead to rude awakenings.

The sound of a heavy fist knocking on a door suddenly filled the pleasant imagery that was captivating the young thiefs mind. For a moment he was looking around for a door only to realize that it was a sound from beyond his drunken slumber. Slowly Neh’miah opened his eyes only to realize that he was back in the real world. A rather modest sleeping accommodation known as the Faded Lantern.

As he pulled himself out of the bed the room spinned around him. Clearly the wine from last night hasn’t left his system yet. Quickly he reached for the bucked in the corner of his room to empty what little contents his stomach still holded after a night of heavy drinking before making his way to the door barely dressed.

As the young thief reached for the doorknob he spoke a little agitated “What’s the ruckus this early in the morning” before staring at the rather large Tork chest at the other side of the door. As his eyes went up Neh’miah realized that Skarsat was standing there and he was supposed to wake up early.
Ash looked in awe for a bit before he regained composure. The sight of the interior was truly marvelous, a true sight to behold. Then he noticed it too. The palace looked way to prestine to be natural. The forces of time, wind and weather seemed to not have affected the place at all. Was this the magic of Anthedon at work? The wizard died like 300 years ago. Shouldn't the magic have worn off by then? I not, the wizard was amezing.

"Yeah, this certainly looks like an upgrade from the dirt I've been sleeping on for the last few years. It looks so new and fresh. Are you certain that this palace is over 300 years old? Nothing shows wear at all. This place even smells way too clean to be natural. No funny smells at all, except for Monty over here." Jested Ash lightly as a reverence to Armontillado's work as a mortician.

For a moment the young man looked around. There were so many buildings in the compound that looked like a village of its own and they had to check them all. "So that big octagonal building in the center first? Or do we want to split up to cover more ground quickly?"
Ash looked at the gate and stood in silence for a moment. The place looked familair as if he had seen it before and yet it looked like most forts in this region but then in pristine condition. The walls and gate reminded him of what he was shown in visions and dreams throughout the past 4 years. If the palace of Anthedon truely existed, this must be it.

Many people had been searching for this place. For fame, fortune, ultimate power. You name it and somebody had used it as motivation to find Anthedon's palace. But not Ash. The truth was, Ash wasn't sure what he would find here. He only had visions of the outskirts of this humongous building and an instinctual drive to find it. Ash wasn't even sure on what he was searching for.

Ash walked up towards the gate and positioned himself next to Alyssa. "My tribe always told that the sky was our roof and the dirt our floor. But this doesn't look too bad either."
Name: Ash Greymane
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: human

Appearance: Ash has a rather unremarkable physique. His muscle tone is almost non-existent and he’s of rather average height. His brown reddish hair is rather wild and unkept. For those with a sharp eye it is clear that he just cuts it himself when it gets too long. His skin tone is rather tanned.

Probably the most remarkable features are Ash’s clothes. His simple pants look like they are at least several sizes too big and are held around his body with a leather belt that is easy to open up. He tends to wear simple peasant shirts and is mostly seen traveling with a bag of many spare clothes.

Around Ash’s neck there is a leather strap withs holds the fang of a wolf.

Backstory:
Ash was once a member of a nomadic tribe from far beyond the borders of what once was the great kingdom of Omicria. Connecting with your spirit guide was of great importance within the culture and considered a vital step towards adulthood. As a rite of passage all members of the tribe had to journey on their own for a month into the wilds in order to find and connect with their spirit guide when they became 15 winters old. During their journey, the tribe members had to rely on the skills they were taught and connect with their spirit guide in order to gain the wisdom and courage to survive the harsh conditions. Not everyone that undertook their journey returned home.

Just like all the other tribe members Ash ventured into the wilds on his 15th winter. The conditions were freezing and food and shelter hard to come by. Conditions deteriorated by the 2nd week as the worst snowstorm in a decade hit the area. As the young man’s body started to give in to hunger and the freezing conditions Ash could hear the wolf's howl in the distance. At that moment he was sure that he would be one of the people that never returned from their journey.

As his mind went black he suddenly had a vision. It was as if his spirit had left his body and was now flying close above the ground in the woods at a rapid pace. Forward, left, right around the tree. Then momentarily waiting behind the bushes before continuing. And then there was this smell. Something that the young man had never smelled before and yet he recognized it. It was the smell of deer. His mind was following the scent of the forest creature. As his spirit journeyed on, he could see the deer. Slowly Ash closed in on the animal and then he leaped.

Suddenly the young man woke up. The last thing he remembered was his dream about chasing the deer. And then he tasted it. The taste of blood in his mouth. His hunger was gone too. As Ash looked around he saw the carcass of a deer. It looked as if it was eaten by a predator. Did he do it? Did Ash somehow hunted it down with his bare hands and ate it raw? As the young man looked closer he saw a fang sticking out of the carcass, a fang of a wolf. Ash had found his spirit guide, the totem of the wolf.

As the month passed by Ash returned to the camp of his tribe only to be met with an eerie silence. What should have been a place full of life and fires was now a place of silence and death. Only the vultures circling above occasionally disturbed the silence with an occasional skreek. The camp had been raided and his tribe had been massacred. All the winter supplies had been taken and what was left was nothing more than burned out tents and rotting corpses. There was nothing to return to for Ash.

And then it happened, a vision. It was as if ash was high in the clouds looking down on a wandering lone wolf. As he followed the creature different landscapes passed until it stopped before the largest door he had ever seen. A building so humongous and big towered before him. At that moment Ash knew that his journey wasn’t over but just beginning.

Powers:

The shamans tell that everybody has spirit guides but not everyone shares a strong connection between them. Many people live their entire lives without noticing the signs and opening up for connecting with them. The shamans also say that spirit guides come in many forms. Some are ancestors that have deceased many generations ago while others are celestial beings from beyond time and space. For Ash his spirit guide is the wolf. A predator that the shamans associate with freedom, loyalty towards friends and family, perseverance and survival.

Spirit guidance: The guidance of the spirits manifest themselves through visions, dreams and signs. The spirit guides often show things, imagery or share experiences but never provide clear answers. The role of the guide is not to say what to do but to help those who they guide to find their own path.

Feral senses: Ash’s senses are highly developed. Even in his human form his senses are vastly superior to regular humans. He can distinguish the different smells of individual creatures from a mile away and his hearing and sight is far more accurate than that of a regular human.

Shapeshifting: Ash can borrow the power of his spirit guide and transform into a large bipedal wolf creature with razor sharp claws and teeth. In this form Ash’s is much stronger, faster and more agile than a regular human. However as this is borrowed power, Ash cannot maintain it for long periods of time not to mention that his spirit guide must agree to grant Ash this power. If his spirit guide believes Ash's intentions are wrong or the situation does not warrant the use of this power, Ash is not allowed to tap into it.
Sounds interesting :)



Neh’miah He’ron


Location: The Faded Lantern

The quality of the food presented by the self-entitled lord surprised the young thief. He didn’t expect lord Vargass to waste such a fine selection of meat on the lowlifes like them. For a moment Neh’miah wondered why their financial benefactor had presented them this feast. It almost felt like this was intended as their last supper.

Neh’miah’s eyes went across the table as he watched how the others gobbled down the food. Manners were certainly not everyone’s strong suit, not that it mattered much. They weren’t gathered around this table to impress each other with their refinements after all. No, the table manners we're not the things that would make a difference. It was the skillset of each individual gathered that mattered.

Neh’miah watched how Vargass and Solage interacted. Those two certainly had a peculiar relationship. Were they truly on the same page? Or where they just dance around each other pretending to be partners. If they were not, Solage seemed to be in a huge risk of overplaying her hand.

The young thief was about to leave the table when he heard Marengo’s remark about stealing. ”Ha, as if there is anyone worth stealing from among the sorry lot that gathers here” Replied Neh’miah joyfully as he was making his way to the bar where he would spend his hard earn coin on food and wine for all the beautiful ladies that were willing to put up with his ramblings about his antics and adventures from the past, present and those who would still had to come.

Drunk from all the wine and far deeper into the night then intended Neh’miah stumbled towards his quarter in the tavern. As he fell down on the bed he noticed how bad the world was spinning. Laying on the soft sheets felt like he was on a galleon in the middle of an autumn storm. Not that the thief actually knew how it was to be on a ship, let alone in a storm. As the first lights of day entered through the window, Neh’miah fell into a sleep so deep, that even the knocking on the door by Percival did not wake him up.


Neh’miah He’ron


Location: The Faded Lantern

Neh’miah knew that Vargass was right. He had spotted the wanted poster and noticed that many of the kingsguard were in town today. With all those soldiers looking for him, it would be hard to move around town. Let alone to liberate some coin from some wealthy people. Leaving Guillan certainly seemed the best move for now. The young thief raised his pint of ale and looked around the table to his future companions. ”To fame and fortune!”

It was true, that it was an odd bunch that had gathered around this table. A bunch of weirdo’s crazy enough to go on some wild goose chase to some ancient tomb far away, or at least far away from Neh’miah’s perspective. The thief had never traveled much beyond the walls of Guillan, let alone sailed on a ship. The only time he actually boarded one was to steal something from a merchant.

For a moment the young thief thought about what they could encounter on their journey and that he should prepare accordingly. There might be pirates and others who want to raid the same tomb. Maybe some aggressive animals and not to mention that he had to make it to the ship without the kingsguard noticing him. Neh’miah could better make a list of items that Percy should acquire for him. Quickly the young thief grabbed a piece of parchment and writing gear from his pocket and started to write some stuff down.

Pistol shot
Gun powder
Easy to hide daggers
Torches
Leather cloak with hood
Crowbar
Thiefs tools
Backpack
Hair Dye
Small mirror
Cosmetics
Perfume
Expensive and fashionable clothing usually worn by rich merchants
Merchants hat.

Once Neh’miah was done writing down the list he turned towards lord Vargass’s assistant. ”Percy, please fetch these items for me.”
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