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The Blight - Ruins of Fallion [Undead Fantasy]

@ArenaSnow No problem, thank you!
@Kidd In a day or two I think :)
@smarty0114 This is fine, Magic is common among elves, less common among humans. Weak abilities are more frequent, the more powerful the rarer. PM me if you want more. :)

The Blight - Ruins of Fallion [Undead Fantasy]

@Mr_pink Going for martial monk or spiritual warrior?

@Kidd Keep the magic capped and we're good :)

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@Kidd Awesome, welcome to the fold.

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@XxLyraxX An interesting duo, the ranger and his mute sister.

Very well done :) accepted.

The Blight - Ruins of Fallion [Undead Fantasy]

@XxLyraxX Feel free to drop a PM if you need a hand.

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@l0ck0n How's this for your character?

Orc Female

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@XxLyraxX Awesome :)

The Blight - Ruins of Fallion [Undead Fantasy]

Name: Weurg Stonefoot
Age:26
Race: Mountain Orc

Appearance:

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Weurg is a behemoth among his race, occasionally mocked by other Orcs for his troll-like stature and slow way of speaking. Behind his lumbering ways, however, is an intelligent and cunning leader. This cunning can be seen in the green tint of his eyes, in the slight grovelling smirk he wears in war and in the slow methodical way he pushes his greasy brown locks from his face before ripping the flesh from a fresh kill.

He has abnormally large feet, which he boasts are stronger than black rock, feet he frequently uses to crush the skulls of his enemies. Aside from these technicalities Weurg appears to be an Orc, only a few heads taller.

Description: The leader of the third largest Orc pack in Fallion, Weurg is a blood thirsty creature that preys on human convoys and towns plus the occasional bandit camp. He occasionally rides atop a red wolf, if not you will hear his thudding steps before you see him. Not much else can be said about him, aside from the fact that he is set in his ways. Set like stone.

Background: Like all mountain Orcs, Weurg was born into the cold and bloody slopes of the Northern Ridges, forced to fight for life and future. His parents and siblings dead to the Grey Tide as it moved across Fallion and inevitably the Orcish territory too, he himself tool to the comparably luxurious woods of the human lands.

There he found other Orcs, and through might and hidden brains, he has risen in power. He holds his own Orc fort in the northern forests, Stonehide. Heavy fortified and populated, it is not wise to approach its black walls.

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Name: Captain Xeol Whitestem
Age: 67
Race: Elf
Appearance:

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Xeol is of average height and build, with strangely small hands for his size. He has long grey blonde hair tied in a high ponytail and some stray strands occupy his forehead and cheeks. His eyes are blue and his complexion soft. He often wears barkweave armour or a linked garb, a wooden snake crown is also common upon his head. His right ear is pierced twice with gold loops and his left once with a hanging silver leaf.

Description: Xeol is captain of the northern front, he holds the border with Fallion with his men, and has done for 17 years. He is fast tempered and fast thinking, an asset that has led to a reputation for vicious efficiency

He gets a nervous twitch in his right pinky when he gets angry, he is an expert tracker and duelist as well a minor spellborn, granting him some weak magical abilities.

Background: Xeol comes from the northern states, the snow topped peaks and iced pines are is home. His father was a royal guard in the 7th age, his mother a council member. The whitestems are known for magical abilities, although Xeol was never sent to the Elder Lake for any kind of training. He stepped his way slowly up the Elven ranks until he found himself being offered the leadership of the third sheild.

Such a large responsibility was not for Xeol, who preferred the subtler aspects of war. Instead he opted to become the Captain of the north, protector of the wall. He used to stop travellers and merchants at the high gates, but now all he does is shoot down the dead and occasionally give refuge to fleeing humans.

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Name: Viktra Var Blackeye
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearance:

Viktra with his 13 lords

Few have looked upon his skeletal pale features or into his ember dark eyes, even fewer have lived the days to speak of it. Viktra is taller than most and sickly slender, with wide shoulders to drape his long grey robe over. He wears many rings of varying type and design, decorating his stick-like fingers.

He has a thin smile that beams as a snakes does before its kill, though his teeth are dull and chipped in places. His long white hair hangs as corpses do from poles, limply, often swaying in his movements. His steps incur a deep and dark mist, and his breath is said to be as cold as tundra winds and as grey as his minions.

Description: Evil personified some say, others argue he is merely a front of something larger, possessed by powers most foul. All that is definite is that he was the necromancer that raised the seven fields, and that he is that same necromancer now, playing as puppeteer to the undead and his followers.

Background: The apprentice of a lowly magician, Viktra sought more, hunger and greed devoured him until he became damned to search the lands for an ancient power, one that would give him the rush of dominance he lusted for. It is said he once had a large and apparently gentle family, all workers of the fields. What became of them, no one knows.