POOHEAD189

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Phardax could use an enchant spell, yes?

Winds of Fate - Globe trotting thieves adventure rebirth??? (semi tabletop, nothing major...)

Unfortunately I don't think I'd have the time, but perhaps later!

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Phardax the Ebon

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0 / 6 Stress || 0 / 9 Wicked XP || 0 / 3 Reckless XP || 1 / 2 Dark Hearts

The flames danced among the foliage, illuminating the monsters and misfits that had survived the slaughter of their previous master's holdings. Strange, as Phardax wouldn't have considered any of them worthy of survival, but they had their definite strengths. The brutality of Krieg and the cunning Darc Matter were useful in their capacity, not to mention the ability of Baganaria to lure in certain lost souls. Was the Kobold Zaz'ak? He had forgotten all about that one. Perhaps he had underestimated him the most out of the whole lot. Phardax grinned, and as he did so his eyes.

The light of the flames, as if coming to life with his malevolent ire leapt up as fire often did by a gust of wind or catching itself upon the driest timber among the lot. It finally revealed the dark one standing behind them all. Phardax had always been a conniving one. Perhaps not as strong as the brute or as alluring as the succubi, but he was handsome and dangerous, with a smile that pierced hearts and a penchant for dark sorcery. The screams from his victims and the groans of desire from those he spared had been notable amongst their former troupe.

Now it was time to make a new one, a dark alliance of these misfits.

"Interesting." the Drow remarked, his voice heavy with promise. "I had thought you scoundrels would have fallen in amongst yourselves to claim top billing, but it seems you wish to work together. I suppose I'll throw my hat into the ring as well, then. Perhaps with the right cohesion, we could truly drive a stake deep into the very heart of this land."

He held up a hand and tossed a strange powder into the fire, causing it to flare to life like the roar of a dragon. It illuminated his wicked smile, turning his striking visage into one of a devil from the nine hells.

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Drow Sorcerer

Name: Phardax the Ebon
Race: Drow
Appearance: What your character looks like.
Personality: A little about how your character behaves, their outlook on life, and their general demeanour.
Calling: Warlock
Dark Impulse: Call of the Dark: Phardax cannot but seek further power through horrid and sometimes brazen spellcasting.
Revelry: Craving: Phardax enjoys reveling with women (particularly seduced adventuring women).
Vile Friend:
Defenses:

Cloak of Shielding: Aids in keeping ranged attacks striking true.

0 / 6 Stress || 0 / 9 Wicked XP || 0 / 3 Reckless XP || 0 / 2 Dark Hearts

Distribute: 2x ★ Rookie | 2x ★★ Trained | 1x ★★★ Specialised

B R A I N S

[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] SCAN / perceptively
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] TINKER / cleverly
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] TRICK / slyly

M U S C L E S

[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] Finesse / precisely
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] SKULK / sneakily
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] SMASH / powerfully

G U T S

[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] BANTER / affably
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] INVOKE / magically
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] THREATEN / forcefully

Abilities:
Sorcery: You can spend stress to INVOKE tier 2 or tier 3 spells of a single sorcery path. Evocation
Grand Sorcery You can choose a second path for your SORCERY core ability and can cast from any sorcery path with only a single magic focus. Enchantment
Inventory:

0 / 3 Gold || 2 / 2 Supply

Gear: All your stuff goes here.

Immaculate AttireClothing fit for the gentry.

Brooch of Light (Magic Item) Changes his look to that of a surface elf for one hour. Can be revitalized with surface elf blood.

Bows & Arrows A must-have for any archer.

Warlock Kit A pack with a spellbook, a small brewing bowl with assorted tools, and vials for any types of liquid.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"It's Elvish treachery I'm telling you!" Gunir implored, waving his axe around as his brother limped over to him, reloading his blunderbuss with typical Dwarfish practicality. Cyrdic's broadsword blade was stained, having seen better days. It was made for cutting flesh, not chopping wood. He turned stepped up to stand by Camilla, the firebrand she wielded illuminated her naked body, which caused him to flush. He wanted to cover her for protection and an odd sense of modesty, but now wasn't the time. Usually he had the typical bullheaded Ostlander focus, but love made things strange. The creaking of the animated trees brought his attention back to the battle at hand.

"If Elves do stuff like this, no wonder you hate them." Cyrdic remarked.

"See? The manling gets it!" Gunir said.

It was then the saplings unleashed their fury. They moved with strange, heavy movements. Cyrdic thought them like men wearing weighted boots and corsets even Camilla would cringe to wear, restricted at the center and swaying in odd ways. It made them hard to predict, which Cyrdic found the hard way when a branch nearly slit his throat. Raising his forearm just in time, he cut through the thin appendage and stabbed into the trunk hard, causing the monster to wheeze a hiss from its gaping mouth just when Camilla set the top of its 'head' on fire from her brand. Meanwhile the two Dwarfs seemed all too happy to hack and chop and shoot three of the trees that attempted to pummel the brothers. As one might guess, rock is harder than wood and the Dawi came out the tougher.

Cyrdic backstepped after taking a nasty cut to the shoulder, eyes falling on an oil lamp just to his left. Quickly he slammed his sword into it, oil spilling on his blade which caused a flame to roar to life. Needless to say his counter sheared through the sapling with more damage than before, setting it alight to screech. With his powerful leg, he stamped his foot on it and sent it on its back, stabbing the fiery sword deeper into it until it was fully illuminated. Camilla had already done the same to the last of the six trees, having danced around its swinging branches like the dancer she had once been.

"Damned bewitched kindling!" A Dwarf cursed.

"Ceedric! You' shouder!" Camilla called with her full accent, putting the brand down and pressing on the wound of his shoulder. He was glad for the attention, but they weren't out of the fight yet.

"Get dressed, we need to move. Everyone else could be dead." He told her, and kissed her on the lips for good measure.

The Knight's Song

Torm barked a laugh, a sound as imposing and prepossessing as the knight who wielded it. He could see his adversary's expression even through Haukenbrass's closed great helm just by the older knight's lack of a reaction. At least until Torm had laughed.

"What's so amusing knave?" Haukenbrass asked acidly. The Knight lowered his lance threateningly. Torm couldn't hope to beat him in a duel unless he somehow bypassed the lance, since Torm did not have one himself. He was still confident his former superior wasn't actually going to attack him, even if the rules of honor could give him leeway. Haukenbrass had come here to demote him, not get his armor dented in a meaningless fight with no payment or glory to show for it.

"My new friend." Torm said sincerely. A grin on his face, he turned Lycurgus around so Haukenbrass saw the stallion's ass. "Fare thee well, Sir. I merely wanted to serve my lord Baron, but I think I'll take my business elsewhere. Perhaps we'll meet again at the tournament circuit." Or in battle, he thought silently. Inner provincial powers always vied for supremacy as long as they paid homage to the king. It was quite easy to see that he could someday be on a battlefield and find himself fighting to the death against former comrades. With a click of his tongue, Lycurgus began to canter away, now moving southward along the rode on this ever warming and sunny day.

As they began to pick up speed into a gallop, Torm felt an odd rush of freedom. Sure, he wasn't employed anymore. His armor wouldn't be cleaned or his horse shoed, nor would he have a permanent residence or any sort of job security. And yet...he didn't feel too effected by. Not at the current moment anyway. Perhaps later he would feel lost, but at the moment all he needed was a good drink. He didn't want to drop the woman off in the middle of the road, and he had truly nothing to lose.

"Madam, erm-" He began over the wind, realizing he didn't know her name. He laughed at how formal he was. "Hey, would you like a drink? I'm getting one, and after the night you had I'm sure you could use one too."

Lycurgus galloped another few miles down the road before Torm turned him eastward, through a small wooded area and up a hillock to a hamlet Torm knew as Raffordshire. Immediately Juliette would see the difference in architecture to the province she had been in before her enchantment. The houses were made of stone, with wooden thatched roofs and some had collapseable stairs leading up to second story doors. There were no bottom floor windows on any building save one, and single story houses had two entrances, many with underground tunnels where they could insulate heat from a fire to help warm their homes.

Torm reined Lycurgus at the tavern, the only place that seemed a bit less defensible than the other structures. A young girl in a wool dress and carrying a basket hurried past them, just as two older men laughed and stepped off the deck to go continue their business elsewhere. The Knight helped the lady off the stallion, looking up at the sky and seeing no clouds in sight. "Not to be forward, but I'm buying. I might have lost my patron but you've had it a bit worse." He told her.

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@POOHEAD189 What's your general idea POO or do you want it to be a surprise?

@Dark Cloud

You shall see!

Winds of Fate - Globe trotting thieves adventure rebirth??? (semi tabletop, nothing major...)

This looks really fucking cool.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Of course, Kayden had gotten a bit ahead of himself. It wouldn't do it let an injured man of his to not be tended, so he began with... "But that's for tonight, let's get that bump looked at. It's probably a small thing to do but I can't have one of the eagles harmed after day one." The Prince led Val to the clinic without delay, secretly hoping he'd find the extremely cute Kaira there, but once they arrived he realized he needed to actually put his luggage up, and he was irked to no end. "Ok, let me go and finish some things up on my end, and I'll come back to get you as soon as I am able." He told Valerian, and he all but jogged off to grab his things.

He should have remembered he first needed to make his way to his room with his veritable mountain of luggage. He had only wanted to bring a few things, but his father and the noble steward insisted on him being fully prepared for living on his own, and so it was chalk full of anything that vaguely looked like toiletries and clothing along with various sacks of coins and survival equipment for whatever journeys he would take, be it going home or on an expedition lead by Garreg Mach. He set down his two suitcases in his room and looked at the place. It was somewhat spartan compared to his palace rooms, but he found it very accommodating. A comfortable, albeit plain bed with oaken furniture carved meticulously in various symbols that bespoke of Garreg Mach's storied history. The floor had a red carpet that extended just a few feet from the base of the stone wall, and the window overlooked a beautiful scene of the mountains in the distance. Truthfully this and the privvy was all he really needed to feel at home, so he began to pack his things into the myriad of drawers, singing in breathy tones an old ballad he enjoyed from back home as he did so.

Minutes stretched and it was merely an hour before he got everything situation, the sun in the distance having lowered considerably. The party would probably start shortly, but not so soon as to keep him from doing a few other chores...if he had any. Suddenly his stomach growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten since the duel. Perhaps he had some time to go and find himself some dinner. Maybe find a pretty girl to sit next to and flirt with. Then the chime rang audibly across the 'campus' and he recalled he had promised Val he would go and check on him at the clinic. Poor man likely hadn't eaten either, and reluctantly he decided to push off his flirtatious desires for later.

"You don't need to break some hearts the first day. Stop it." He muttered to himself, his hair now combed and a new, immaculate jacket and vest adorned on him with matching colors of black and purple. Truthfully, he wasn't often that focused on the fairer sex, but it had been a long journey from his kingdom, sleeping on the ground and under the stars with naught but smelly soldiers or overbearing knights around him. A few friends and a date to wrap the day up would go nicely if he were home, but he wasn't. Keep your game face on, he thought. This is a war in a different playing field, even if it's fought with academia and won for favor.

Knocking on the clinic door, he poked his head in. "Val? You ok?" He called in. "That was dinner. Let's go grab something to eat."

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Will make my CS tonight^^