Pundii

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Sorry that it's taken me a while to get a reply in - been fairly busy with work, but I should have a post up tonight!

Pawns of the Inquisition

Nolan hated the Storm Coast. There was absolutely nothing in the area of importance or worth in the eyes of the Warden. The near-endless rain which poured down on his hooded head did little to dispel his contempt for the area, it had begun to soak through the blue hood of his warden clothing, and essentially served now as little more than a wet cloth, slowly seeping more and more water onto the top of his head. Why the renegade Templars Nolan and his partner had been tasked with executing had fled here of all places - he did not know. Though, perhaps they had chosen the Storm Coast for the very fact that it was so horrid to trek through - one would have to be awfully devoted to want to trudge all this way just to face a reasonable number of Templars.

Using his staff as a walking stick of sorts, Nolan brought his free hand up to cover his mouth - the cold and rain had been getting to him, and it was more than clear in the thick, chesty cough which he let out. When they were done here - Nolan planned to find the warmest, coziest tavern he could - preferably one with a welcoming name like 'The Fat Nug', not one of those seedy pubs usually given a more violent moniker, such as; 'The Fighting Nug'. When it came to comfort - one word could make a world of difference. He pictured his recuperation as he trudged along - sitting by a fireplace, moving in and out of friendly conversations with the other bargoers, a warm cup of tea in his hand, and a number of sweet cakes and pastries before him, freshly baked by the Tavern owners wife. It was all so peaceful, the quiet conversation, the crackling fire and the warm atmosphere.. Th-

KATHOOOOM

The thunderous explosion only a few meters ahead of he and his partner was certainly more than enough to drag the Warden out of his train of thought, and back into the horrid reality which was the Storm Coast. Shifting his gaze over his shoulder, Nolan set eyes on his partner. He certainly didn't envy Clara - while he was certainly not warm in his own attire, and the limited armour he wore on his chest, arms and legs added to the freezing nature of their trek - he was not the one in a full suit of armour. In fact, Nolan rather admired the fact that the woman had not simply frozen to death and been unknowingly left behind by the Mage kilometers back. "Think that might've been the Templars saving us all the trouble?" Perhaps it was not the time for a humerous quip - but Nolan didn't care, he felt the need to lighten the mood somewhat, even if it was in relation to something which could have been incredibly problematic for the two of them.

Picking up the pace, it did not take much longer for Nolan and Clara to reach the entrance of the cave system - ignoring any particular cause for concern, and seemingly forgetting entirely about the explosion which had occurred a few moments before, he held out his free hand, a spark flashing before a small ball of fire - akin in size and brightness to that of a simple torch, appeared. Holding it relatively close to himself in an attempt to warm and dry himself, he pressed on into the cave - paying little attention to his surrounding as he almost tripped over the first of the dead Templars. Looking down to the man, he could gather fairly easily from the bleeding hole in his throat - that he had not blown himself up. "It would appear someone's taking our job - Clara." It was only a few moments more, passing the other two Templars who had been murdered fairly recently - that the Warden and Templar reached the cave-in, and the two who had been its cause. Nolan made no real move to action - at least not yet, after all, he was aware these weren't normal Templars, but he was curious as to why these two - who he assumed caused the explosion - were here.

"Well hello there."

Pawns of the Inquisition

Nolan Halwic

Name:
Nolan Halwic

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Nationality:
Free Marcher

Group Affiliation:
Grey Wardens

Occupation:
Mage/Peacekeeper

Appearance:
Nolan appears a reasonably built individual, standing at a height of roughly 6'1", he is reasonably muscular, but overall he is far more dextrous in his appearance - not relying on his physical prowess for a great deal. His black hair is usually slicked back over his head, and at the sides it is shaved, making the three scars which trail from the right side of his head down to the back of his head visible. His eyes are a deep blue, and his face is clean shaven, revealing the pale shade to his skin. Apart from the scar on his head, the only clear and defining marking which Nolan has on his body is along the length of his right arm, black and purple markings running along the veins of his arm.

Equipment/Weapons:
Generally, Nolan wears a black coat over his Warden armour, but ensures that at least the breastplate is visible, so as to avoid any confusion with a general apostate. Around his wrists he wears a pair of armoured bracers and boots, each adorned with the Warden symbol. He usually wears a bag over his shoulder which contains tomes, papers, vials, bottles and other alchemical ingredients - and his staff is wooden, the majority of its length adorned with metallic plating, with the the tip fashioned into a forked shape, jagged teeth running down the inside.

Bio:
Born to a prostitute in Kirkwall, Nolan always knew very little of his father - and never particularly cared to. From his mother he gathered enough, the man had been a circle mage, and himself had no interest in raising a child. Nolan's young life was fairly common for a boy of his status in Kirkwall, and during his youth he became fairly involved with all manner of criminals in lowtown. While Nolan was aware of the growing tension between Templars and mages in Kirkwall, he had no desire to join the circle - and was protected as an apostate by the gangs he associated with and helped by taking odd-jobs, never really aligning himself with one in particular. His safety did not last forever, and as Templars became more and more active within Kirkwall, Nolan was forced to leave the city as a young man, only having just turned 19. Nolan made his way to Markham, believing that perhaps the attention from the Chantry would be far less prominent, but he only stayed a few months in the city before wanted posters were placed up for him - on the charges of apostasy.

Having little contacts or places to hide within Markham itself, Nolan took to the deep roads below the city, believing they would be safe from the prying eyes of Templars. While he was somewhat correct, he began to become exposed to the more dangerous inhabitants of the Deep Roads - Darkspawn. Spending little more than a few weeks in the caves, Nolan eventually succumbed to a grave wound in his right arm, and began to feel the growing effects of Darkspawn corruption. Knowing what his injury would likely bring, Nolan attempted to leave the Deep Roads, but in his confused and panicked state, only got more lost - barely surviving the following days with the growing corruption in his veins, his arm forever becoming scarred by the darkspawn blood poisoning his own. How Nolan did survive was by pure chance - he was found by a trio of Grey Wardens, hunting down Darkspawn packs. In an attempt to save Nolan, the Wardens brought Nolan out of the Deep Roads - to their fortress on the outskirts of Markham, and administered the Joining to the man.

Nolan - despite his weakened state, managed to survive the Joining, and became a Grey Warden as a result. Originally displeased with this turn of events, Nolan quickly warmed up to the role - considering he had not died horribly, and would now not have to worry about Templars. He spent some time with the Wardens in Markham, hunting down Darkspawn in the Deep Roads, and when they were brave enough to come to the surface, and continued to develop as a mage. In some encounters with Templars - he often got along well with them - Nolan in fact had no issue with the Circle and how it functioned, nor did he disagree with the strict restrictions that the Templars had in place - the mage himself despising blood magic and its users, and particularly the results it could have. Considering these views, Nolan was sent to Ferelden when the war first broke out - to serve as a peacekeeper in conflict zones along with other Grey Wardens.

Pawns of the Inquisition

Nolan Halwic

Name:
Nolan Halwic

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Nationality:
Free Marcher

Group Affiliation:
Grey Wardens

Occupation:
Mage/Peacekeeper

Appearance:
Nolan appears a reasonably built individual, standing at a height of roughly 6'1", he is reasonably muscular, but overall he is far more dextrous in his appearance - not relying on his physical prowess for a great deal. His black hair is usually slicked back over his head, and at the sides it is shaved, making the three scars which trail from the right side of his head down to the back of his head visible. His eyes are a deep blue, and his face is clean shaven, revealing the pale shade to his skin. Apart from the scar on his head, the only clear and defining marking which Nolan has on his body is along the length of his right arm, black and purple markings running along the veins of his arm.

Equipment/Weapons:
Generally, Nolan wears a black coat over his Warden armour, but ensures that at least the breastplate is visible, so as to avoid any confusion with a general apostate. Around his wrists he wears a pair of armoured bracers and boots, each adorned with the Warden symbol. He usually wears a bag over his shoulder which contains tomes, papers, vials, bottles and other alchemical ingredients - and his staff is wooden, the majority of its length adorned with metallic plating, with the the tip fashioned into a forked shape, jagged teeth running down the inside.

Bio:
Born to a prostitute in Kirkwall, Nolan always knew very little of his father - and never particularly cared to. From his mother he gathered enough, the man had been a circle mage, and himself had no interest in raising a child. Nolan's young life was fairly common for a boy of his status in Kirkwall, and during his youth he became fairly involved with all manner of criminals in lowtown. While Nolan was aware of the growing tension between Templars and mages in Kirkwall, he had no desire to join the circle - and was protected as an apostate by the gangs he associated with and helped by taking odd-jobs, never really aligning himself with one in particular. His safety did not last forever, and as Templars became more and more active within Kirkwall, Nolan was forced to leave the city as a young man, only having just turned 19. Nolan made his way to Markham, believing that perhaps the attention from the Chantry would be far less prominent, but he only stayed a few months in the city before wanted posters were placed up for him - on the charges of apostasy.

Having little contacts or places to hide within Markham itself, Nolan took to the deep roads below the city, believing they would be safe from the prying eyes of Templars. While he was somewhat correct, he began to become exposed to the more dangerous inhabitants of the Deep Roads - Darkspawn. Spending little more than a few weeks in the caves, Nolan eventually succumbed to a grave wound in his right arm, and began to feel the growing effects of Darkspawn corruption. Knowing what his injury would likely bring, Nolan attempted to leave the Deep Roads, but in his confused and panicked state, only got more lost - barely surviving the following days with the growing corruption in his veins, his arm forever becoming scarred by the darkspawn blood poisoning his own. How Nolan did survive was by pure chance - he was found by a trio of Grey Wardens, hunting down Darkspawn packs. In an attempt to save Nolan, the Wardens brought Nolan out of the Deep Roads - to their fortress on the outskirts of Markham, and administered the Joining to the man.

Nolan - despite his weakened state, managed to survive the Joining, and became a Grey Warden as a result. Originally displeased with this turn of events, Nolan quickly warmed up to the role - considering he had not died horribly, and would now not have to worry about Templars. He spent some time with the Wardens in Markham, hunting down Darkspawn in the Deep Roads, and when they were brave enough to come to the surface, and continued to develop as a mage. In some encounters with Templars - he often got along well with them - Nolan in fact had no issue with the Circle and how it functioned, nor did he disagree with the strict restrictions that the Templars had in place - the mage himself despising blood magic and its users, and particularly the results it could have. Considering these views, Nolan was sent to Ferelden when the war first broke out - to serve as a peacekeeper in conflict zones along with other Grey Wardens.

Complete! Hopefully it's alright.

Pawns of the Inquisition

This looks spectacular - i've been looking for a Dragon Age RP on here for a while now.
If you're still taking chars - I might put together a character sheet for a mage of some sort soon. :)

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

@PlantEater
@Apollosarcher
@Horrid
@NarcissisticPotato
@Pundii
@shivershiver
@Ferris

You guys up for a reboot of some sorts? We're still working out the details but I'm just checking if you guys are still up for it. It's not going to be the exact same as this one but will probably be similar.

@SgtEasy

'Spose i'd be down to come along to whatever else, star wars is always good, after all.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lucan Cauldwell

Location: Stockades
Interacting With: Kyra, Guards by the Jail, Ash, Lob, Sundos, Marcus

Clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly as Kyra spoke, Lucan hadn't really expected a reply to his mostly rhetorical comment. Watching the exchange between Kyra and the guards, Lucan set his hand on the hilt of his sword as the guards lowered their spears, drawing it slightly, so a little more than an inch of the blade was visible. Even that was the man showing restraint, had he been certain he'd be backed up by the others he was with, he might've actually started something. However, armed with the knowledge that starting a fight with the town guard where he planned to stay the night was probably a bad idea, he settled upon looking threatening as an alternative.

Glancing down at the Dire Wolf momentarily, Lucan noticed it properly for the first time, he'd seen it leading Kyra here before, but hadn't really paid it much mind until now. It was fairly clear that the creature was a pet of some sort to the White-haired woman, well, as close to a pet as one could get with a Dire Wolf, his encounters with the creatures had usually not been very 'tame'. However, nothing about the woman particularly seemed tame, she carried herself similarly to the few woodland elves Lucan had encountered in his travels, though he had been able to establish fairly obviously that she herself was not an elf - which only served to make the fact of the matter more intriguing.

Sundos, however, Lucan figured he had him in a nutshell after little more than a glance. See one religious nutjob, seen them all. While it was exceedingly rare for one to avoid religion, Lucan did so like the plague, the 'holier-than-thou' way some priests, paladins and clerics carried themselves did little more than irritate him, and the idea of serving any power higher than himself was not really one which appealed greatly to the former bandit. Sundos, evidently, did not see things like Lucan did, and while he didn't agree with Sundos decision to devote his life to whatever god was the flavour of the month at the time, he could respect the decision, well, not respect it, more 'not pick a fight over it'.

Drawing about half an inch more of his blade, Lucan heard the yell of Marcus as the man rounded the corner. He was also easy to figure out - clearly the Constable in charge, Lucan figured Marcus was much like any other man in his position in a nowhere town, especially one on the borders of fighting - more focused on the wonder and excitement of 'protecting the people' than to actually stop and think something through before tossing it in a cell or bringing an axe down on it. Lucan could barely hold in his laughter at the Constable's insistence that the half-orc was dangerous, and he looked back to the large creature. "Ooh yeah, he looks real dangerous, like the type to squash your head between both his hands sooner than look at you. Gosh, aren't the people of this town lucky to have a Constable like you, huh? Can I just pay you directly for all this or does it get counted up in taxes? Lord, really, you should just come back to my house and fuck my sister." Lucan was enjoying himself.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lucan Cauldwell

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern & Inn - Outside -> Jail
Interacting With: Persephone, Guards by the Jail, Ash, Lob, Sundos

As he watched Cremwise walk away, Lucan turned to Persephone and opened his mouth slightly, holding it agape as he considered what she was saying. Finally she asked him if he was indeed planning to come along with her and Cremwise the next day. "Uh..." Lucan began, thoughtfully, he still hadn't made his decision about it all, but he was in need of money still, and a trip into Orcish territory wouldn't be the worst way to get further away from the 'predator' tracking him. "I uh... Well..." He continued to think, but ti didn't seem to be working out for him, so he just flipped a mental coin and decided to wing it. "Sure, right, I mean, yes, i'm coming." He'd nod his head firmly as if he had indeed made that decision, not letting on to the fact that he was still very much unsure if he actually wanted to be doing this.

"White-hair Arch-" He'd cut himself off, remembering the woman specifically as he set his eyes on her, having spotted her earlier when she first came into the tavern. He'd reminded him in her appearance as the same kind of self-righteous person he'd usually associate as a wannabe 'hero', but he'd been wrong making that assumption before, so he wouldn't totally pass judgement, at least not quite yet. "Right, i'll get on tha- you're already gone." He said, mostly to himself as Persephone turned around a corner to make her way off to the temple. Clearing his throat, he glanced around as if to check that no one had perhaps heard his little awkward moment, satisfied that no one had, he moved after the white-haired woman.

The Jail, his favorite place to be. For the first time in his life, Lucan was more comfortable around a prison than a tavern, and it was solely due to the horrid stench which still permeated toward the back of his nostrils. He continued after her, clearing his throat fairly awkwardly as he slipped past the guards who had followed Kyra. "Pardon me, 'scuse me." He'd let out a few awkward 'heh's as he'd move by, approaching the group, fairly pleased the guards had just assumed he was with the woman as he approached her, opening his mouth to speak before he spotted the Half-orc in the cage. "Oh, well isn't he... Wonderful." He'd think aloud.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lucan Cauldwell

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern & Inn - Outside
Interacting With: Persephone, Cremwise, by extension everyone

Lucan listened to Cremwise further, the mild interest he held before having developed into more of a genuine intrigue. He opened his mouth to give the man a fairly dull lie when... What was that? Lucan had smelled his fair share of horrid smells, from rotting corpses to an Orcish mating festival, he'd known some of the most horrifying, disgusting and godawful scents the world had to offer, but this smell, this abhorrent smell, blew them all out of the water. Lucan had no desire to stick around it, and he could see he was not the only one with that idea, moving to follow close behind Persephone, he made sure to nick anything left behind by patrons in too much of a hurry to grab some of their valuables left out, nothing particularly fancy, apart from a few coins left over by gamblers and generally unintelligent barfolk.

Finally outside, Lucan let out a long sigh and breathed in the fresh air as if he'd been locked in a stale prison cell for the past ten years, the pungent nature of that smell had been so powerful it could've easily made time speed up that far. Following along with Persephone to find Cremwise, he nodded intently as he listened to her explain herself further. He was pleased to see she wasn't really sharing any personal detail, he had no intent of doing so himself and for the most part that had been what concerned him, however he didn't even have to share anything as timing seemed on his side. Femnal had gone berserk.

This night was truly becoming one to remember Lucan, he had certainly not expected to have his nostrils so ruthlessly and unnecessarily assaulted by an eldritch, unnatural horror of a smell - but he had perhaps expected even less to see a gnome essentially possessed by that very smell. Lucan stared at the Gnome as Cremwise ran to his assistance, a sort of dazed awe and wonder on his face as he began to rethink all the decisions he'd made in his life up to that point - it was turning into one of those nights - and begin asking himself the big questions, the biggest of which he voiced aloud during the silence which followed the end of Femnal's miraculous 'episode'. "What in the name of all that is holy just happened?"

Platinum Records - Closed

[quote=@Pundii]

Jackson Miller
'Boy-Wonder of the Roadie World'

Turning his head to the left, Jackson set eyes on Samantha and Levi, two other members of the band who he'd briefly met earlier before they went to chill in the Green room. Levi had seemed a decent bloke to him, the kind of guy you'd like to get a beer with, he was chilled out and generally seemed to have a laid back attitude about him. Samantha seemed quite the opposite, bubbly, always happy and keeping the mood high, also the kind of person you'd generally like to hang out with. "Hey, scoot together guys, I'm gonna take a picture!" Chuckling in an amused fashion, Jackson shifted so he was near the middle of the picture, making a comical face indicative of 'who the hell are these guys' as he'd point his thumbs toward the others in the photo, the jokey intention of the gesture more than obvious in the ensuing photograph.

Chuckling as the photo was taken, Jackson let his usual grin return to his face and slid his hands into his pockets idly, looking over the group, they all seemed in a good mood, of which he was pleased, the fact that their nerves weren't getting to them usual was a sign that things were going smoothly. "Alright," Jackson hadn't noticed Anita approaching, staying quiet as he looked over to her and watched her usher the band on-stage, as they moved out, he took a deep breath, listening to the cheers of the crowd out there as they moved onto the stage, ready to begin their show.

"Jackson." It was Anita again, looking over to her, he gave a sincere, but awkward smile, returning the nod. "Anita." It was simple, and appropriately awkward as he stood there for a few moments, internally debating on whether or not to continue the conversation. Eventually, he decided to do so, despite a small part of himself assuring him that it was a bad idea. "It's uh, been a while. How've you been?" He asked simply, sucking on his lip slightly as a nervous tick.