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Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Mirik

Plenty of new people to meet at this village. So far they didn’t seem to react with violence, for Mirik this was a good start. The last thing he wanted was a fight even if that was why he was sent here in the first place. With his role in the tribe as war priest it was his decision of whether these people were friends or not.

The small gathering of people only seemed to grow, his predator like eyes scanning the faces of those near and far. Some watching, some whispering, most didn’t seem to know what they were looking at or how to respond. Still, a few that had a bit more composure seemed to step forward and speak.

The first to approach him and his human friend didn’t hold any fear or hate in her eyes. Her gaze was something he had seen before in the old warriors and hunters the scars on her face and even how she held herself told more stories then most could likely see. She did seem very friendly with Robb then turned to him and introduced herself.

“Veeerrraaa borrrn vornn vorrrrrn felt” letting the words pour from his mouth, it was different then his friends. “Veeerra Frieeend?”

Looking to her hand for a moment as she held it out, the gesture wasn’t familiar to him. Looking to Rob for some sort of guidance and not receiving any ques. The large Sarcogan reached out with his giant hand and simply poked the tips of her fingers with his. Bringing his fist to his chest he spoke again.

“Mirik, we Sarcogan. Mirik meeed leeeeder.” A small rustling in his pack turned his attention away from her for a moment before another strange human spoke up using words he did not recognize.

This human was strange, their skin was purple and their ears were pointed. They seemed friendly enough but it was still confusing to him. All these humans were strange. Mirik starred at this one for a few moments, again bobbing his head from side to side. “What hannnnd suum?” thinking aloud for a moment then turning back to Rob, “why humon puuuurple?”

His questions were again cut short with more shuffling in his bag and a soft Mewing sound coming from it. The large lizard seemed to perk up at this and smile, “oh, Vos so key Varkan, vos so key.” Speaking his native language he carefully sat down with his bag next to him. Wrapping his tail around in front of him he began to dig through the bag. Even sitting he was still at eye level with most of them.

It didn’t take him long to pull two large ovals wrapped in a thick moist leaf of some kind. Nothing about these looked remarkable other than the pink nose protruding from one end. Placing the two down in front of him and slowly unwrapping the small animals. They looked like small goats with obvious vines growing from the white and brown fur on their back and wrapping up around their neck, head, and horns. Small buds already beginning to grow.

Mirik bent down and nuzzled the small creatures, they seemed to be sleeping. “Vos so key Varkannn Vos so keyyy.” Almost singing to them as they began to stir, yawning and continuing the mewing noise almost like that of a kitten. Once they were up and about, the duo climbed up onto the Sarcogan’s shoulders and head. Mirik did not seem bothered by this at all while he looked to the other humans and pointed to the goats, “Varkann.”

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

“A test is a test no matter how simple. You will see and hear many things while in my company that you can never repeat to anyone. The more I trust you the bigger the secrets.” Victor quieted down while Salem continued to speak, something about vines and bucking broncos. “I’ll humor your idea but be prepared to adjust it, im not your mighty steed.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “So you know, obviously I can’t see, I can’t judge distance so you will have to tell me, and my internal compass is fucked.”

Again he took a deep breath while Salem continued to talk about riddles and not understanding them too much. Sunflowers were an interesting topic but suiting, “did you know that the head of a sunflower will follow the sun during its trip through the sky? Im sure you did. But, do you know that when they can’t find the sun they look at each other?” random sunflower facts he learned from others some time ago. Never thought they would come in handy. “So yes, west is the direction we need to go. Is there anything on the sign or nearby that would tell us which direction is which?”

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Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Mirik

Mirik

^"Food?"

Census Profile

Full Name: _{Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy}
Age: ₁₆
Gender: _Male
Race: _{Sarcogan - Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)}
Birthday: _{Tratskal, 14th}
Height / weight: _{8'6" 615 lbs. 5' tail}
Job Title: _{Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer}
Residency: _{First Day}

Social Profile

Positive Traits: _{Strong ; Observant ; Curious}
Negative Traits: _{Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating}
Likes: _{Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.}
Dislikes: _{People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.}
Hobbies: _{Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals}

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The Sarcogan people

The Sarcogan people are a proud and old race, honor runs just as deep as their history. These partially nomadic and peaceful people prefer to keep out of sight and observe new things. Preferring to let a threat move unimpeded through their territory then outright attacked. The one thing that keeps the Sarcogan people together is their shared respect of sacred trees called Spirit Trees.

These trees hold within them their direct line to their ancestors for once every year the trees bear fruit. This fruit is special, the large orange fruit hangs from the tree. The size of a large cannon ball it is filled with a dark red liquid, its taste is strange as it invokes feelings of nostalgia without giving a taste. Once a Pearson drinks the liquid they quickly fall asleep for about a half hour to an hour. It is different from person to person. During this time however, one will find themselves in a realm quite like their own but filled with a purple hue.

Spirit Tree

This realm is referred to the Sarcogan as the Spirit Realm. Here you will be approached by your ancestors, some you will recognize others you will not, some will be your kin others will not, but they will all be of your race. Here you can ask for wisdom, answers to mysteries, locations of long forgotten places and artifacts, or simply to just talk and settle whatever guilt you may feel. Whether or not you get the answers you are looking for is unknown, just depends on the person and the question.

Sarcogan’s prize these trees over all else, always making permanent settlements around them. Only striking to action against an enemy if these trees are threatened, this is one of the few instances that can unite many different clans and tribes almost immediately. The trees can be planted by war priests and shamans, where ever one is planted it is sure to attract the attention of any Sarcogan in the area as it is considered a friendly or safe area.

Sarcogan of all races can hide extremely well within their natural habitat. The normal green and brown colored Sarcogan generally have the average height and weight of a human, Black Sarcogan are uncommon and much larger and stronger, and there are also smaller Sarcogan, their skin can change colors but roughly are the size of a human child. All of these species can see in the dark, swim very well, hold their breath for extended periods of time, and have natural claws with hard scales for protection. The Sarcogan have also evolved to have a layer of fat under their skin to help insulate them through the cold winter days. They also have a natural way with animals, allowing them to heard smaller animals and befriend larger ones.

Tribal life within the community can be hard sometimes, but with their slightly omnivorous eating habits normally life can be a bit easier within the tribe. Normally war priests and shamans tend to the holy trees, with shamans staying in the village and with the added duties of healer and advisor to the chiefs. The war priests are the ones that strike out into the frontier and watch for new happenings. These priests decided if things are dangerous or could be befriended and are basically diplomats to new tribes and now these new people from across the mountains.

The normal day to day life of these people revolves around fishing, hunting, farming, and foraging. All Sarcogan grow up learning how to do all of these things regardless of their strengths or weaknesses. After they reach adult hood the elders sit down with them and discuss where they should go from there. Most choose hunting or fishing, both leave in parties for weeks at a time before coming home with whatever they could find. The farmers stay in or around the village to farm a few native plants and animals while also learning how to build and maintain the village.

Creatures of the Sarcogan

VanTaa

VanTaa

There are a few creatures that they have tamed or use as food. The VanTaa are large creatures used as guards or work horses. Commonly found within villages, the Vantaa look like a large bear that has at some point crossed with an even larger owl. The Sarcogan protect the hatchlings and nests of these creatures and in return they serve as loyal guards and even friends to some.

VarShooms

VarShooms

Another oddity one can find being herded around the outskirts of a village are the VarShooms. A living species of fungus that grow in dead trees. They are able to naturally gain locomotion through various means normally growing and shifting the wood into legs like that of a deer. Seemingly wandering aimlessly until they find more dead wood to consume, the Sarcogan guide them to new wood piles and protect them. This in turn allows them to harvest the mushrooms that sprout from them.

VarKann

VarKann

The Varkann are the other animal the Sarcogan’s have managed to tame and heard. Roughly the size of a small deer with white or brown colored coats. Normally these Goats are kept within the village itself to eat the vegetation that grows within the village. They naturally produce very good fertilizer for the farms, grow very sweet smelling pink flowers that are considered a treat to the younger Sarcogan’s, and occasionally are butchered for meat. These creatures are friendly to all but those actively trying to eat them.

VanKeen

VanKeen

One thing all Sarcogan hope to see in their life time is a wolf like creature they refer to as the VanKeen or spirit of the forest. A very rare sight for sure, the colorful creature is seen as a good omen and good luck. Normally playful but very shy, this creature is known for being the trickster of the forest. Commonly stealing or moving items of people out in the forest before quickly vanishing again. To harm such a creature would be considered a grave insult to any Sarcogan.

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

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Mirik

Mirik

^"Food?"

Census Profile

Full Name: _{Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy}
Age: ₁₆
Gender: _Male
Race: _{Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)}
Birthday: _{Tratskal, 14th}
Job Title: _{Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer}
Residency: _{First Day}

Social Profile

Positive Traits: _{Strong ; Observant ; Curious}
Negative Traits: _{Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating}
Likes: _{Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.}
Dislikes: _{People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.}
Hobbies: _{Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals}

^{Heart Meter}

Jeane Robert Cindercloud - ♥♥♥♥♥ (First human contact and friend)

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

@Searat... your characters going to be interesting to interact with but go ahead and put some one else as your friend my character is going to be a new arrival... but ill pm you about it lol

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Mirik

Mirik

^"Food?"

Census Profile

Full Name: _{Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy}
Age: ₁₆
Gender: _Male
Race: _{Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)}
Birthday: _{Tratskal, 14th}
Job Title: _{Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer}
Residency: _{First Day}

Social Profile

Positive Traits: _{Strong ; Observant ; Curious}
Negative Traits: _{Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating}
Likes: _{Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.}
Dislikes: _{People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.}
Hobbies: _{Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals}

^{Heart Meter}

Jeane Robert Cindercloud - ♥♥♥♥♥ (First human contact and friend)

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

what's wrong with two friendly hunters? one leaning towards more of a deputy with the other being more of a butcher/leather worker? if that's ok with you ill get a profile up by monday.

Also Hi Ed

@Searat@Haha

but no other races other than the four?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

Ambush! >>> so far so good /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Old Goblin Camp

Ardur took the time to fly back up above the party and scan their surroundings for a moment while speaking. “Trent you’re up against a Hob bones, more speed and intelligence less strength and same durability as the skeleblin over there. Asura yours is a necro slime, its acids are stronger because of bacteria and rot otherwise it’s the same stats as a normal slime.”

The high pixie then hovered above Mother Slime and the skeleton she was fighting. She seemed to have everything handled and overpowered the smaller skeleton. Still, Ardur hovered above waiting for an opening. If one were to show itself, he would drop from his position to plant the heel of his foot into the skeleblin’s skull. One less enemy would be a good thing at this rate and he wasn’t about to risk using magic on the other enemy’s because they were so close. If the opportunity would not arise the high pixie would simply remain in the air on alert for any enemy reinforcements. At least Steve seemed to be doing good so far.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 80%
Stamina: 95%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons: N/A
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level:

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The line for the enchantments formed and one by one vampires were blinded and guided away. In the beginning he was all for it but then hesitated waiting for most of the others to go first before it was his turn. The feeling wasn’t what h expected, being blinded like this was different and not being able to find his internal compass was troubling to say the least. Even the sudden sense of vertigo caught him off guard making him stumble for a moment. Victor then decided that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to let the others see him as clumsy, could give them an edge.

The mage that was leading him was polite but he could still sense that they found it funny. Even as she said that Salem was too his left he tripped and fell as the others were picking on each other. “Well this is an interesting feeling. I’m sure by the time I’m done none of my clothes will survive my clumsiness.” He said with a laugh taking his time to stand up slowly. Grasping what he hoped was Salem’s shoulder, “this will surely be fun.”

The teachers began talking again this time about the rules again. He never really liked teleport spells but he supposed it was because he couldn’t control the entry point. Then again he can’t control anything right now. “Hold your breath Salem, sometimes this can knock the wind out of you.” He whispered to his mage. At the very least he could follow his heart beat.

The mage in front of them finishing the incantation and suddenly feeling of vertigo returned once more. This time it wasn’t that bad, he still couldn’t see though which was uncomfortable but he would just have to deal with it. The smell and sounds of the forest filtered into his senses. The cold ground felt moist, kneeling to pick up a handful of pine needles and dirt. Smelling, tasting, and feeling. All things he did with it then rubbed the dirt into his hands.

“Salem, before we begin take a few minutes to listen and see. Feel your surroundings, listen to the song of the forest. Try to make out what every little creak and snap might be but don’t let you imagination get the best of you. I don’t smell or hear anyone or anything in our current area. Now that we are alone I’m going to think about how we can move through here while you get acclimated.”

A few thoughts of how they could traverse this forest went through his mind. He definitely did not want some sort of leash, holding hands was practical but still a little weird. He didn’t truly understand the spell just yet so trying to follow the boy through sound or following his heart beat wasn’t a definite option to him either. Then Victor had an idea and looked back toward Salem with a smile on his face that said “I thought of something fun.”

“I have an idea of how to get through this quickly. I will carry you.” He paused for a moment to let it sink in. “you can wrap your arms around my neck and use your spell. This will conserve energy and hopefully be quicker. Instead of barking directions you can just, I don’t know… push or grip onto my left or right shoulder to turn me. Yes I do believe that might work, I don’t get tired and we could possibly cover a lot of ground.” Again he smiled towards the boy.

“However, this will also be a sort of test for you. I don’t particularly want others to know that I carried you and let you… drive me. So it will be a secret and this way I can better judge how well you keep secrets. Even from Lillie." again the count paused for a moment. " And one more thing… if you think it would be funny to drive me into a tree just remember I’m more likely to go through it then bounce off of it and you are coming with me.” this was definitely a challenge, a challenge he would enjoy.

@Trainerblue192

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The reaction from the other count made him laugh and smile. But waited for him to finish speaking. Turning his head away from the count and spitting out some blood from what he drank earlier. The taste making him grimace for a moment.

“Well while you decided to use your words and voice your complaints directly to the princess. I took a different approach.” Turning back to him still smiling, “now I was at revel and I do agree that the security detachment there was rather… lacking.”

“So my approach this time after hearing about the improved security measures? Test them.” Turning his attention to Ryner. “I brought with me 48 blades and knives, all but one hidden among my person. Your security inspector unenthusiastically found all of them. That is why I don’t have shoes, they were confiscated because they had too many blades in them. That and with what I can see right now.” Turning to point out the royal guards and security teams.

“All of them are as well trained as I am. The only thing that can get passed them would have to probably be a specialized team of assassins. Even then, they might be able to break the perimeter but they wouldn’t get far.” Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck he still smiled. “Im sure if you look hard enough you may even find Nox out there patrolling the perimeter. So I do have to admit that the princess here out did herself. Wouldn’t you agree?”