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Okay I got Finn's relationships up. You guys can let me know if you want me to edit anything about them :)
Okay I think I'm gonna start working on a relationship sheet for the characters that are up
@IcePezz That's fine :)
@Classpet Okay sounds good :) I'm super excited for this to start
OKAY WE ARE MOVING AGAIN :)
Morgana was in the library on the second level of the village when Alexander, her mentor, rushed in, his hair disheveled. "Morgana! You need to go! You can't be late to see the royal family! For my apprentice you can be especially inept with your social graces sometimes!" Alexander shouted, pulling Morgan from her book. Gods damn it! Morgana thought to herself as Alexander rushed her out the door, his long grey beard trailing behind them. She'd always told the old man to cut that thing, but he thought the idea blasphemous. She finally waved her mentor off and rushed out the door, grabbing her staff and shouting goodbye to the man who'd been like a father to her. She couldn't handle the idea that she might never see him again, and so, a quick goodbye was best. "Hey wait!" she shouted at a leaf lift operator, hopping in right before it lifted off. The mage who operated the lift recognized her, and knew that she had been picked out for the secret royal mission, and with a reassuring smile, he took off towards the palace.
She thanked the man, offering him a coin which he refused with a kind smile, and hopped off of the lift and onto the palace grounds. She sprinted past the towering flowers and burst into the palace, raising eyebrows, though luckily no swords. As she arrived at the meeting room she stopped and toyed with her disheveled hair and calmed her breathing. She had to look presentable for the others of course. She walked in and took a seat, embarrassed that she was the last one to arrive.
Finn looked around at his group of adventurers and bowed. He'd handpicked each and everyone of these people himself. Yism was one of the best warriors in the tribe, even if he had refused countless promotions. He was a good man. Indus was an ambitious one, and he knew that this was a position that she could handle. Ezri was herself a great warrior as well, younger than Indus, but still the prince's senior. Morgana was a well of knowledge, and also knew more about magical artifacts than anyone. And then there was Ulrin, the sneakiest Watcher in the tribe, and a valuable asset, Finn knew. He had great respect for each one, as did his father.
"Greetings. Each one of you has been called here because you are all impeccable in your areas of expertise. As you know, the Valehearts have declared war. Queen Ciara has made it known that she seeks an ancient Watcher artifact, one that we believe will enable her to seize control of this forest. We can't let her do that. Our mission is simple. Find the artifact before the Valehearts. My father has been able to direct us to the Saltskin, of Clarke Beach to the west. That will be our first destination. We leave tomorrow. Are there any questions? Finn asked, his eyes scanning the room for any hands. He knew that this was a lot to take in, and he'd also just spewed a mouthful of words. Suddenly, the meeting room burst open. Furious, spun to see the intruder. He'd specifically demanded that they be left alone. It was then that he saw a guard, an arrow through his neck as he fell to the ground. "It appears that questions will have to wait. I believe we are under attack. Change of plans. We leave now. We'll head to the aviary and make towards Clarke Beach. Let's try to stay together if possible. Now let's go," Finn said, drawing his sword and heading out the door.
"I am what I am; someone has to be."
Name: Ulrin Grimsparrow
Age: 32
Position In Tribe: Blackwhisper Scout Chief
Skills:
- Crossbow Mastery - Ulrin has trained relentlessly from a young age in the use of crossbows, preferring their robust reliability and stopping power over the bow's greater range and rate of fire. He is familiar with most types, and able to maintain them at full working order. Given the right tools and resources, he could also build them in the field - though a feat not often demanded of him.
- Blackwhisper Training - Ulrin has been with the Blackwhisper Scout Corps since he was a young man, and as such, has mastered their rudimentary stealth and espionage tactics. He can move quietly through even the trickiest terrain, is a proven master of natural camouflage, and is able to remain hidden for days without moving from his spot.
- Life by the Knife - Scouts can ill afford to lug around heavy arms, often relying on small blades to protect themselves in the event that their position is compromised. Ulrin is no exception, and can be considered to be well versed in a variety of close combat techniques that center themselves around the use of a short sword or knife. Such fighting requires the user to employ an active defence to dodge an opponent's attacks, whilst searching for a moment of vulnerability in his or her form.
Personality: Ulrin comes across as thoughtful and reserved, preferring to observe situations from a safe distance; however, he will make his thoughts known to all when he feels strongly enough to do so, and wont back down unless his concerns are met with adequate response. Not to say that he is incapable of socialising of course, but he will not often be found wasting words on fruitless conversation.
Weapons:
- Field Crossbow - A robust crossbow, heavy to carry but packing a devastating punch. Ratchet operated, and therefore slow to load, it can be considered as a one-shot solution to most ordinary problems. Ulrin doesn't often miss, but when he does, things usually end with him rolling dice with Fate. So far, he's been lucky.
- Serrated Knife - Twelve inches long with a circular hand guard, and made from leaftonite. It is unremarkable in appearance.
Family: Ulrin was the only child to Torin and Faith Grimsparrow, the foundiers of the Blackwhispher Scout Corps. They both died in action, not long after his 30th birthday, prompting him to take over the outfit.
Bio: Ulrin Grimsparrow was raised to be a scout from an early age, by his father Torin, and his mother Faith. Both parents co-headed a notorious offshoot of Oakheart's scouts, referred to as the Blackwhisper Scout Corps.
Whilst Oakheart scouts would spy the happenings of the forest, watching Valeheart activities and reporting them to local garrisons, the Blackwhisper Scout Corps would actively seek to degrade and destroy the enemy before they'd stepped within a mile of Oakheart territory. The tactics employed by Faith and Torin, and their followers, to achieve such ends were often looked on with disgust - to a point that many such acts were deliberately concealed to avoid the Crown's scrutiny. Indeed, there are many unmarked Valeheart graves out in the forest, and there are many Valeheart widows, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters who will never find out why their loved ones didn't return one day from a trek in the forest.
Ulrin fought alongside his parents, learning their trade first hand, and rose quickly up the ranks as they sought to make him their heir. Unfortunately, in a twist of well deserved irony, Torin and Faith themselves became the subject of a suspected Valeheart ambush, and their bodies were never recovered. Indeed, one could even speculate that they still live - but Ulrin knows in his heart that this is not the case. They were both in their 70th year at the time.
After grieving their loss, Ulrin took on the mantle deigned for him as the Scout Chief of the Blackwhisper Scout Corps, and continued his parents' mission in earnest.
With the rising power of Valeheart becoming greater and greater each day, Ulrin has found many opportunities to show his sworn enemy that their transgressions are not going unnoticed, and indeed, that he has not forgotten the loss of his beloved parents. He will often be found deep in the forest, sometimes within the borders of Valeheart, stalking unsuspecting travellers, merchants and soldiers with grim indifference. A dozen disciples follow him on his voyages of bloody murder, though few in Oakheart know the true extent of the horrors that he unleashes on the enemy.
Aight, here's my character :)
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