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Kingdom Hearts: Fate of the Worlds [Player-Driven KH RP] [Full]

@Savo @Xikari chan @Gambit @Ryuzaki Is anyone else still in?

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (8/10 spots filled)

I'll belt something out either before I go to bed, or sometime tomorrow.

Kingdom Hearts: Fate of the Worlds [Player-Driven KH RP] [Full]

Woah! Wait, what!? This thing might still live? I hope so...

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (8/10 spots filled)

Durin nodded at the housecarl, following the man in. Durin could tell from the way the man carried himself that he was a fighter. As Durin stepped in, he caught something about a bandit attack. Durin grunted. Seemed he might be able to obtain more work from this place. Bandits were a menace everywhere, and the dwarf was more than happy to rid the world of them, either by capturing them or outright killing them.

As Durin approached the table, it was easy to see who the Jarl was. The man sat like he was a leader. Durin could easily see the calculating look in the man's eyes. He, too, had seen battle. Then again, there was a certain way that warriors behaved that let other warriors know that they had seen combat. It was a great way to pick out good allies... or dangerous threats.

After Durin caught the hefty bag, he tossed the Orc head right to the Jarl. The dwarf mercenary was glad he had absolutely no talent for magic, as he was sure the elf seated at the Jarl's right would be able to tell if he'd faked anything in a heartbeat. Durin had met quite a few elves in his travels. Elves and Dwarves usually got along at the very least, and Durin knew that many were potent sorcerers.

Durin waited for some sort of dismissal, as he was not one to disrespect any sort of leadership, especially potential employers. As the dwarf listened about the bandit attack, he could see the Jarl's reaction. The man must not have liked bandits, not that Durin blamed him. The man just wanted a peaceful existence for his town, probably. However, Durin saw the Elf lean in and whisper some words to the Jarl. Before he knew it, the Jarl had turned his attention back to him and asked his name. Durin nodded in respect. "My name is Durin Redfire. I'm a traveling mercenary, traveling to learn about other races and cultures firsthand." What Durin didn't tell him was that the Redfire family usually had some sort of ties to the politics of the Dwarves. Some of his ancestors had even served as personal advisors to Kings. Durin knew that he might never get rid of the itch for travel, but he figured that the knowledge he gained would somehow be useful to his family.

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@EWillden When will it be okay for me to post again?

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Crunch, crunch, crunch. Durin sighed. Snow, snow as far as the eye could see. The Dwarf had somehow managed to find his way to the country of Itari, right in the dead middle of winter. There was snow as far as the eye could see, barren trees poking out here and there providing a break from what appeared to be an endless expanse of snow. Durin paused, glancing around, hoping to see some sort of landmark or city or town or something to break the monotony of the snow. Seeing nothing, Durin continued forward, glad that Dwarves were usually hardy creatures, as he was sure that most lesser creatures would have succumbed to the numbing cold by now.

As he travled, Durin thought back as to how and why he'd found himself in Itari. As a traveling mercenary, Durin certainly had built a bit of a reputation as a man who completed his missions. After resting in a small town in one of the southern countries, he'd heard that there was a lord in Itari offering gold for Goblin and Orc heads. Now, while Durin (and most Dwarves in general) were generally accepting of some of the races, Orcs and Goblins tended to be a different story. Durin himself had only met a handful of both races that he cared for, and could count them on one hand.

As Durin paused to again attempt to find some sort of landmark, a disturbance in the snow caught his attention. Turning around, Durin was met with a blow to his shoulder, knocking him down. Durin hastily rolled with the blow, using the momentum to wind up back on his feet. Drawing his weapons, Durin eyed his opponent. Orc. The creature guffawed at him, brandishing his blade. Durin knew that the blow he suffered had cut skin, but assessing the damage could wait. This orc was an ugly creature, by Durin's standards. The orc had greenish-gray skin that was riddled with scars. Durin knew that this orc was one that was highly respected in his tribe, perhaps even a leader of some sorts. He was twice the height of the dwarf mercenary, at around six feet tall. That would explain the jeering look on his opponent's face.

Durin moved in with a speed that belied his bulk, aiming for a blow to his opponent's midsection. The orc tried to counter-attack with an overhead swing, but was blocked by Durin's short sword. He moved inside the orc's reach, managing to score a light cut on the stomach, though the blow was lessened by the orc's heavy clothing, likely due to the cold climate. The dwarf lunged forward, this time aiming for a leg, but the orc was smarter than that, leaping back and countering with a blow that met Durin's own counterattack. The two pushed against each other's blades, before breaking contact.

Again and again, the two clashed blades, each seeking to injure the other, While Durin seemed to be taking more hits, his leather and chainmail armor made the blows seem pointless. On the other hand, the two other blows that Durin scored in the next few minutes had more of an effect, with the orc having a second, larger cut on his stomach, and one on his leg that hampered his movement. As the orc attacked with an overhead swing, Durin blocked, holding his longsword perpendicular, and stabbed the warm with his knife. The orc dropped his weapon and howled in pain, which didn't last long as Durin, with a jump and an overhead swing, plunged his sword in to the heart of the orc.

Both bodies fell over, with the dwarf on top. Durin pulled his sword out of the orc's body, and proceeded to lop its head off with a couple of powerful blows. The dwarf stood panting, and assessed his wounds. For the most part, he was uninjured, with only a few light cuts here and there. It appeared that the first blow that caught him off guard had managed to draw blood, though the wound could wait.

Durin used the cloth the orc had been wearing to fashion a crude sack that he covered the head in, tying it to his traveling pack. He then used the snow to clean his blades. After all, dirty blades became dull ones, even with superior smithing skills. After another hour or so of travel, Durin found himself outside of a small village, which he presumed was Resui.

The village was just that, a small village from what he could tell. There was one discernable entrance form the side he was on, and he presumed there were others. Other than that, there was a wooden wall, with guards visibly patrolling the walls. Since he was facing the rising sun, Durin knew that the soldiers had seen him coming from the west. As he approached, he was met by a guard.

"Halt! What is your business in Resui?" the guard asked him. Durin eyed the man. He didn't seem to be heavily armed, but perhaps it was because this was a small village. He looked like only something truly fearsome could intimidate him, perhaps after years of experience. Durin nodded. "My name is Durin Redfire. I'm a travelling mercenary. I've heard word that your lord is paying gold for orc heads. I happen to have one right here. Riddled with scars, so he's seen combat. Figured I'd turn it in and see if there is any other sort of work around here. I mean no harm to your peaceful village."

The guard considered him for a moment longer, before letting him in. "The Jarl lives there. You'll have to ask to see him." the guard said, pointing to what appeared to be a longhouse. Durin nodded, heading that way. Along the way, he passed by a smith, surprised to see an orc hammering away at the metal. Saying nothing, Durin continued on, before asking to seek an audience with the Jarl, indicating the crude sack he had, stating it was an orc head. The guard nodded before heading in to inform the Jarl of the visitor who claimed to have an orc head.

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Durin Redfire

Name: Durin Redfire
Race: Dwarf
Sex: Male
Age: 90
Class/Job: Mercenary

Description: Durin has jet-black hair, and a medium-length beard that barely reaches his collarbone. He stands at 3 feet tall, a bit short for even a dwarf. His eyes are always scanning his surroundings, and seem to have a hardened and fierce glare. He has a visible scar that runs from the inside tip of his left eye to the middle of his right cheek. He is clothed in black leather armor, and has some light chainmail poking out underneath. He wears black traveling boots, designed for both travel and stealth.

Biography: Durin comes from the prestigous Redfire family, known for both their fierce warriors and fine smiths. Durin grew up in relative comfort by Dwarf terms, hardly having a need for anything. At the age of 15, he was offered the choice of studying to be a warrior or a smith. Durin chose the way of the blade, studying under the finest masters that the Dwarves had. At the age of 22, he "graduated", and was given his two signature blades by his eldest brother, who was an accomplished weaponsmith at the time. At 30, he left his home after having served some time in the Dwarven army, and began roaming the lands as a mercenary for hire. He explained to his family and superiors that he felt that it would do him some good to spend a hundred years or so traveling the lands and learning of other races and cultures firsthand. He is somewhat famous as a mercenary who does his best to complete his contracts, though he never strays beyond a moral "gray area". Somehow, Durin found himself near the village of Reisui, where he heard the lord of the village was seeking contracts for the heads of some orcs.

Possessions:

Weaponry:

On his right hip, he carries a short sword. On his left hip, he carries a long knife. Both weapons were forged by his brother, who left his signature design in the hilts of the blades. The hilts have small rubies and emeralds encrusted in them, making their way in a helix pattern from the crossguard to the bottom of the hilt. The design is only used for weapons made for warriors of the Redfire family, so Durin never leaves his weapons anywhere that he can't see them.

In his travleing pack, he carries several throwing daggers, used for taking out foes at a small distance.

Gear:

He carries a traveling pack, which has several pockets for supplies and gold, as well as a reinforced compartment for his daggers.

Demeanor: Taciturn, but Obserbant and Neutral. Durin doesn't take much stock in appearances of race or wealth or anything, preferring to judge by personality, character, and actions. He doesn't speak much for pleasure, usually keeping things strictly business. He comes across as stern, but is more caring than he lets on, though he has to warm up to you first.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (Dnd Roleplay)

@rawkhawk64 Yeah she is one of my obsessions. lol

@EWillden

I'm a Sailor Moon fan meself. Though my favorite is Sailor Venus.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (Dnd Roleplay)

Interesting. Then yeah, count me in.

Also, Sailor Saturn much? xD

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (Dnd Roleplay)

Might be interested, but I haven't touched DnD in ages. When I say "ages", I mean since it first came out and was a big thing. I've been dabbling in it again, as well as another tabletop, but so far it's just been character creation. If you can excuse my (practically) newbish-ness, I'd be willing to join.