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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

NPC Erik Bjornberg

Erik Bjornberg 48 Male

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Appearance

Height: 6'2
Weight: 230 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Length/Texture: Shaved on the sides with hair combed back in a professional soldier look
Hair Color: Red with a few grey hairs
Skin Color: White
Facial Details (freckles, moles, etc): Just wrinkles of an old man growing tired day by day
Distinguishing Features: A glorious red beard and religious tattoos flowing down his arms telling old stories of sea serpents and fire wyrms.
Clothing Preferences: Professional of a merchant from the Ravenwood Artisan's Guild, preferring muted blue and green colors as not to stand out and blend in.

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Psychology

Likes:
The company running smoothly
Competent employees
A good mug of mead
Dislikes:
Disloyalty
Disruptions
Nobles that think they know everything

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hobbies:
Woodcarving
Sailing
Farming
Fishing
Firearms

Life Goals/Dreams:
Support the Ravenwood family to the best of my ability
To make the Guild as prosperous as it can be

Personality Summary:
Blunt, supportive, and to the point. Taking on his role, Erik is proficient in knowing how to talk and act around people from the commoners to the kings. All in support of the Ravenwood house that he owes his life to. He can be uplifting sometimes, even near philosophical, pairing a deep wisdom with a sharp intellect. He prefers to try to deescalate situations through words but is not afraid to put his military experience to use.

In private, he is quiet, studious, and keeps to himself, often working on paperwork throughout the night managing both the Guild and his friend Roman Ravenwood. The oaf can get into strange situations sometimes but they will always have each other's back. His loyalty is unwavering but he's not afraid to call out the young lord when he disagrees or thinks the man is doing something stupid. You can always expect blunt honesty from the man.

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Background

Current Occupation:
Sub Manager of the Ravenwood Artisans Guild, second only to Lord Roman Ravenwood.

Any Past Occupations?:
Mercenary

Relatives:
None worth mentioning

Skills:
Merchant
Persuasive, either through charm or intimidation.
Ranged and melee weapon fighting
Intelligence gathering
Observant
Tracking through forest and urban environments
Time management

History Summary:
"Some things are better left in the past. If you really want to know more buy me a pint at the Tough Tavern, then we can talk."

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Other Notable Guild Members: All of whom work under Erik

The Shaman

Astri Lund 28 Female

Responsibilities: Religious leader, medical advisor for minor injuries and symptoms, cultural advisor.

Captain of the Guard

Sven Ekstrom 37 Male

Responsibilities: Assign duty rotations, keep guards on track for training and fitness, managing security and planning for Lord Ravenwood, maintain accountability for guild members as well as their property.

Master Haggler

Glóin Akselson 52 Male

Responsibilities: Manages and works with their merchants to ensure even and fair pricing on merchandise, manages orders and supplies, maintains reports to send out and permits to do business in the city/kingdom.

Master of Scrolls

Sylvi Holmgren 34 Female

Responsibilities: Assists Erik with monitoring reports and information, catalogs all events and reports from rumors to payments, verifies information to see what is actionable intelligence, creates and disseminates false information for counter intelligence.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// time to fuck around and find out >> heading home //

Agar watched the beast closely, with a steady breath and firm grip on his spear. The silence of the forest around them was deafening, the only sounds being his racing heartbeat and the low grumble from the wolf. His instincts were screaming at him to run yet he held his ground against his bestial instincts. This was an opportunity not only to feel alive but a chance to continue to forge his own path in this world.

He watched the beast closely and carefully as it approached his offering, it was being just as cautious as he was. In an instant it devoured the harpy meat then back off back into the brush. It was then that Agar realized what was happening to the creature. Why it was having such a hard time in its environment, “you’re an ambush predator, you’re not eating because your birth mark gives you away.” He spoke softly out loud to himself.

He pondered for a moment the issues that would bring the beast and came to the conclusion he had just made, an outcast similar to what he was in this orc tribe. This was a creature he wished to befriend even if it would take him a while to do so. “One day we will be friends, I am Agar, and I will call you…” hmm right it needed a name, but which one? His wife was always better at naming things than him. “You will share the name with my first dog, a mastiff about the same size as you… Exodus.” He didn’t know why he was speaking out loud, but it felt right.

“I will find you again.” was the last thing he spoke as he whistled again a quick high-pitched note to a low one. Then slowly without turning his back to the beast, walked back into the forest. It was getting dark, and he still had mushrooms to find and get back to camp. It was going to be a cold night with nowhere to sleep. Maybe he could sleep next to one of the fires or something. He looked back towards the clearing once more then proceeded back into the forest.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear (poisoned), Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 5 lbs, turtle shell mushrooms 3 out of 5, petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Lvl 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle I,
Location: heading back out into the forest > strange creatures and dark forests
Inventory used (for current post): Tossed 2 lbs. of harpy meat towards the wolf

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

ill get Agar heading back soon too for story progression then probably start working with others

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: clash of the titans
Location: the edge of lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina/Torvi, @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions in order:
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The beast of a man held his arms out wide and took his fighting stance. The red ruby's in the bear skull were locked onto the women in front of him. With every breath steam billowed from under the mask into the cool night air. Another who deemed it necessary to interrupt spoke up.

He did not understand or hear the man’s words through the orchestra of emotions and voices that filled his mind, Roman could barely remember his face. He shifted his stance slightly to look at the interloper. This was not his target, and he did not feel threatened by the man and his string. The look and feeling Farim might feel as the skull looked at him, regarding his presence as no more than a mosquito, the feeling he got would be like that of someone gazing up at their imminent doom. A silent warning, the only one he would receive.

The momentary break in contact between the bear and Torvi was enough to catch him off guard even for a moment. Her speed and agility were not something he entirely expected, his surprise did not show outwardly, his body attempting to twist and match her, but she still found purchase on his back. Her grip would not last but a moment. The beast crouched and twisted then lunged back with powerful legs intent on hammering the girl between himself and the nearest tree.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

take your time im not going anywhere

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: The hunt is on / clash of the titans
Location: the edge of lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina/Torvi
Mentions in order:
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The crack and crash of broken trees resounded through the forest with heavy footsteps. Something proclaiming its presence like this was not to be trifled with as most animals would rather not have their presence be known. Having the protection of the spirits by possession did grant the lumbering beast some authority to announce itself as an apex predator. Taking on the aspects of the bear he wore, a bear that normally would be 3 times the size of a regular man that livid in a place far to the north that seemed hostile to life itself.

The rage and sorrow he felt from the spirits of this land surged through him. Unwanted death, destruction, ecological devastation, and magical tampering, over thousands of years coursed through his veins and his soul. Threatening every moment to be lost to it. To the madness of a spiritual world eaten away by the greed of humanity. All this focused on one thing, protect her. A lesser soul would be torn asunder and fractured like a dingy in a hurricane. Yet roman held fast against the storm… for now.

Tearing into the clearing he continued at her, his enemy. like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object two powerful forces threatened to collide. The man moved as if running on instinct but reacted like he was being controlled by multiple forces at once. Forces that tore at his muscles and pushed him to a state he would normally never be able to achieve. Yet even knowing his opponent would know that this was not meant to last and eventually he would go down hard.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

hey no worries here im still healing from surgery and will be for some time. i think we are all under agreement that slow posting with just a few characters is better than the 50 characters we had last time lol

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: an interruption / The hunt is on
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions:
Mentions in order:(Party people)@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ari @Tae Mina
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The bear was not deterred from the drawing of blades and if anything, it only enraged him further. The chaos that the city guards brought was nothing but poor timing. The attendees once frozen now seemed to scatter or were pulled away from the city patrol and the raging bull from other participants and Ravenwood guards alike. At this point even Erik wasn’t trying to stop Lord Ravenwood instead telling his guards to pull the other party goers away from the situation.

The first guard the giant came upon was lucky, petrified in fear with a prudent smell coming from his pants as the guard soiled himself. With the swipe of the bony paw his sword was knocked away only to find himself quickly lifted over the larger man’s head and thrown into several other city guards some distance away. The leader of the patrol was able to push through his fear to swing at the bear, however admirable his attempt it only sealed his doom.

A mighty paw came down at him surely meant to rend the man into pieces, another scream saved the mans life.

” Roman! Roman, help me! Please!”

Mina’s voice cut through the night, pulling Roman’s attention just in time for his hand to swipe across the man’s chest. The sharp snow bear talons cut effortlessly through the mans uniform of leather and chainmail. Falling back onto his tattered uniform to see several streaks of red across his chest, they weren’t bleeding bad but any closer and he would have died.

Leaving the shocked man on the ground Roman let out another otherworldly roar at the sight of Mina being pulled into the tree line by some unknown assailant. Quickly running on two legs and sometimes all four of his limbs until he reached the edge of the trees. Another man he could hear running through the forest as well.

He only stopped for a moment taking several sniffs of the air as if he could smell them. Then one last roar turned into a howl as the brute dove into the forest, snapping branches and toppling the unfortunate trees that had the audacity to be in his way as he hunted the perpetrator. To protect her.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Last song / an interruption
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:(Party people)@Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ari
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The last song was nearing its end when the city guards made their presence known to the party goers. The musicians wavered for a moment but continued when they noticed that Mina and the shaman were still finishing the song. Even with the slight interruption they could not stop, the magic empowering them to continue even as it was beginning to waver at the end of the song. Roman slowly moved his head in the direction of the city guards. Whatever he was thinking wasn’t good. The energy of the ritual was still flowing through him.

A stout man with a long red bearded approached the city guard, the Ravenwood crest stitched into the shoulder of his forest green robe. Several other Ravenwood guards moved from their posts to intercept these city guards. These guards were commonly seen escorting the Ravenwood merchants and acted as the primary protection for those in attendance.

Erik cleared his throat and held out a parchment for the man to see, “good evening, my name is Erik I am Lord Roman Ravenwood’s Assistant and a manager of the Ravenwood Artisan Guild. We have a permit signed with the Royal seal.” Again, Erik motioned to the parchment. “As it states anyone here is under our protection and will be escorted back to the city when our celebration is concluded.” He paused for a moment with a quick eyebrow raise to see if the guard was paying attention.

“In short if the person you speak of is here it’s up to them if they wish to leave and not you. We have also noticed how easy it is to procure city guard uniforms so since we do not know for sure if you are with the city guard we must protect our patrons and ask you to leave.” Erik had a calm smile on his face but stood confidently for a man of average build and height.

In truth he was trying to get them to leave as quickly as possible, he knew that the mountain of a man starring at them from the stage was not the same person he knew. It was only a matter of time before that mass of muscle and magic would determine that these guards were some kind of threat and attack.

A small commotion towards the stage made his heart drop, turning to see that even though the song was almost finished Mina and the shaman still danced but they weren’t dancing around Roman any longer. Roman had stood and moved to the edge of the stage, he looked bigger than he normally did. Some may say it was a trick of the fires light behind him, a light that seemed to follow him as he stepped off the platform. The ruby red eyes of the bear skull were locked onto the guard that spoke.

Erik made a deliberate signal with his left hand, the Ravenwood guards stopped what they were doing and moved to intercept their Lord. Erik turned back to the guard; his smile was gone as was his cheery polite tone. Replaced by one of annoyance, “you all need to leave, NOW. Lord Ravenwood is not himself. He drank something we give to our warriors that makes them strong and vicious, he will not recognize you and will see you as a threat.” Erik turned back to see that roman had begun to move through the crowd and only was stopped momentarily by multiple guards that were restraining him.

The song ended with the two on stage beginning to slow their dance and sink to the ground in exhaustion. This was supposed to happen to Roman as well, but something was still fueling him. This is why they always tried their best to have no interruptions. Even for them magic was fickle and could change with a simple misplaced word. The guards continued to hold Roman down but soon it became evident that they were losing.

Caught somewhere between a scream and a roar from what sounded like many people. An otherworldly sound came from the pile of people, a sound that carried rage and sorrow in equal amounts. The mass of bodies began to lift with guards being tossed off the pile until only roman stood eyes still locked onto the guard that interrupted. A feeling of danger permeated the area with each step he took towards the city guards.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

surgery is on monday so hopefully it goes well