Torack

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Lowkey curious how Fernando is gonna act towards my female companions. It's just bants waiting to happen

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@MegaOscarPwn

Lool I'm asking poet fam, my bad for the tag still.

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@MegaOscarPwnYou can choose where you start. Either you already arrived or you describe arriving through the forest.

@Poet

Is it alright if I make it so my character arrives at his next post? Or should I edit?

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In a deep valley on the banks of a dried up river was a squat settlement surrounded by undulating wooden walls that looked to be haphazardly put together in haste; parts of it were missing, large gaps that opened into the surrounding wilderness, and other parts fallen as if from disrepair. A heat wave shrouded the city with black tendrils of smoke rising into the night sky. And upon a hill overlooking the settlement, a heavily armed and armoured rider underneath a heavy fur-tipped cloak was mounted on a black courser watching in silence as a dread wind ran across the settlment. Several minutes passed, then six riders appeared from behind the hill three on either side of him, stopping their horses just an inch behind his, arraying themselves in an arrow formation.

Festren bared his filed teeth and let out a low growl.

"Aye," said Miranda and spat into the dead ground.

A moment of silence passed between them and the armoured rider kicked his horse into motion, riding down towards the settlement at an easy pace.

The smell of death and burned flesh was thick in the air, and making it worse was the oppressive heat coming from within the settlement as the last of the fires burned itself out. The rider stopped at the wide entrance and dismounted, spiked greaves kicking up dust and ash as they hit the floor, his cloak swinging down behind him unsettling it even more. Hondem grabbed his sheath and pulled his sword out, the sound of metal scraping on leather unsettlingly loud as it seemed to echo around him, then strapped on his rhomboid shield. The others, his companions also drew out their weapons: polearms, maces, greatswords, and a bow. From beyond the entrance he could hear moans and wails of agony.

The earth rumbled beneath them as a building collapsed shooting up a cloud of dust and ash into the air followed by more screams that were abruptly cut short.

"Herald's breath," Jayden swore. "What happened to this place?"

"I intend to find out," Hondem said and walked into the desecrated settlement; billows of smoke obscured most of his vision, with gaps between the tendrils showing him bodies splayed out around them, soot covered and some charred beyond recognition. Blood flowed underneath them like a small steam, and the deeper they walked into the settlement the more bodies they saw until they arrived at the centre where a massive grave was dug filled with the bodies of the dead.

"Help me!"

They all turned at the source of the sound where they saw a woman crawling towards them with her hands. "Herald bless you, Seeker," she croaked. "Help me!"

Hondem sheathed his sword and crouched before her, taking one of her hands into his. "What happened here?" He asked her, his eyes holding hers as Festren moved himself to stand behind her.

She shook her head, her grip was hard in desperation on his gauntlented hand. "All dead," she said, her voice cracking. "My children, my family. Please."

"Peace," Hondem said, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I'll be right here for you, I'm not going anywhere." He looked up and nodded at Festren, then returned his gaze back to her and started whispering soothing things to calm her down, then Festren's spear plunged into the base of her skull.

"Did we have to do that?" Jeanne asked him as he stood. "We could have helped her, Hondem."

He was about to respond when he heard a dark, sordid laugh came from somewhere behind him. They all turned to see an old toothless man pushing a wheelbarrow of bodies. "I told them," the man said in a wet slurred speech. "I told them what would happen if they didn't listen to me."

Hondem stepped up to the man. "What happened?"

"Riders. Said these people were agents of the Adversary, enemies to the Herald. Razed them to the ground, cut them down like reeds."

Hondem looked back to this companions for a moment then turned back to the man. "Why? Why did they attack?"

"I told them what would happen," the man said and laughed again, walking away with the wheelbarrow towards the grave. "I told them, I told them. But they wouldn't listen, oh no. Oh no." He continued laughing as he picked up bodies one-by-one and tossed them into the grave.

"I doubt we're getting anything more out of him," Miranda said as she spat. "We should leave this dread place, the smoke will surely draw something unwanted towards us."

Festren grinned.

"Aye," Cristobal said.

A man appeared out of a collapsed building billowing smoke, wearing grey and off-black clothes that seemed to make him blend in a little too well with the environment. Hondem pulled out his sword and heard Jeanne draw back her bow string. "Easy," Hondem warned to the man as the others spread out to surround him.

"Herald's breath was he standing there this entire time?" Jayden whispered harshly.

"Better to reign in hell," said the man.

Hondem stared at him for a moment then stood straight and sheathed his sword. "Than to serve in heaven," Hondem returned. "So you're the one that's going to take us to the monastery, are you?" He asked, and without waiting for an answer said, "we better leave then, something's bound to get curious about all this smoke."

Avengers: Heroes United! - a semi-casual 'Tabletop-Lite' superhero RPG

This is reminiscent of that Marvels card game but in RP form! Holy shit, count me in!

Can I also call dibs on Black Panther?

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@VeridianSeeker

Yo, I can't help but see Dobromil and Hondem as 2 sides of the same coin. I'm interested to see how they'll react (or not?) when they meet up lol

Blood's Jewels

I'm currently working on making a Warlord Prince, making some headway with it

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Lowkey reminds me of a young Ezio

Kingdoms of Khoyee (MMO Tabletop RPG)

Ade stood on the deck of the ship, leaning over the railing as it sailed through the water, a heavy fog covering them all. Strapped to his back was his blue and white round shield, and hanging at his hip through a loop was a heavy looking hammer. He wore simple clothes: a blue and brown tunic with black breeches and a pair of boots. Whatever armour he had made back home he sold off to get enough coin for this voyage to a new land. A land that promised riches, adventures, and lives in which they could shape from their own hands. He had dreams, Ade, dreams where he would make himself a manor in one of the established cities, a large piece of land that he owned that would pass from generation to generation. He knew of some that wanted to be kings, and others that wanted to be lords.

He had no such dreams himself. He just wanted a large piece of land that would suffice him and his offsprings for generations. He would leave the rest to others, to the more ambitious individuals. Not that he wasn't ambitious, but his laid elsewhere, in more material things that he could physically touch. And make. Ade turned his head when the captain shouted that they were near land. It was about time, he thought to himself as he pushed off of the railings and walked towards the middle of the deck. That's when the ship started shuddering; with nothing to hold on to, Ade fell to a knee with a curse and before he could realize what was happening he was lifted into the air as if thrown by some invisible force off the ship and fell in shallow water.

He sat up sputtering and with a heavy gasp of air when he looked to the ship as if to lay blame to the captain when he saw the vessel in near ruins, shattered upon large, heavy rocks. His eyes widened as he stood up uncertainly and noticed one of the passengers make their way to the captain who happened to have a spoke piercing his abdomen. He didn't know much about wounds, seeing as he'd never fought anything in his life besides a few brawls, but everyone knew a wound to the stomach was as close to a death sentence as one could get without actually getting one. Then, the passenger brought out a guitar and started singing. Ade blinked, taken aback. He looked around uncertainly in confusion, not fully understanding what was going on.

Shrugging to himself, he approached the passenger and the captain and knelt then laid a hand on the captain's shoulder, sparing a glance for the singing madman and looked the captain in the eyes. "Look at me and brace," he said. "Just keep looking and brace." Then he suddenly pulled the spoke out with a savage grunt, stumbling back a step. He looked down at the bloody piece of wood and tossed it to the side. "We should find a healer," he said. "Before this good man dies."

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Character Sheet

_{Hondem Raz}

Hondem Raz has dark skin as he originates from what was once Eastern Africa, migrating to the lands of the Holy Roman Empire as a wealthy merchant and setting himself up in of the more populated cities. This however presented as a challenge for him, not only in learning the different languages of the Holy Roman Empire, but also the prejudice he would constantly face for the colour of his skin. Despite all the barriers that were before him, Hondem Raz remembers he became wildly successful and even ventured into the smaller political fields before the world was plunged into Hell.

He is a very tempered individual, Hondem Raz, kind and calm in most situations. On his face is always a small smile with crow's feet at the edges of his eyes. Yet he is also incredibly fierce, almost frighteningly so. To those whom he calls friends, he will willingly sacrifice his own life if it means their safety, not only out of fierce loyalty to them, but also because he feels the more punishment and pain he suffers the greater the chance that the Herald of Light will not reject him for what he was and the countless horrors he brought upon others.



Hondem Raz once suffered from lust. At one time he became addicted to sex, to its darker, more predatory perversions; his life centred around it, seeking new ways to satisfy his never ending thirst. It drove him into a deep hole where he became numb to all else, where nothing mattered, not family nor friends, except when he could next satisfy his lustful desires. It wasn't until his mother was raped before his eyes that he managed to break the habit, becoming disgusted with himself for what he had done to others, for what he had forced upon them. To witness the same upon his own mother had caused a deep wound, a realization that what he felt at that moment, he had caused to countless others and forced unending shame and suffering to his victims leading him to immense regret and self loathing. He seeks redemption from the Herald of Light, but because he feels unworthy he puts himself through the pain of trying to find Her as penance for his past crimes for fear that if he doesn't do so, the Herald would reject him from Her mercy.

• Nightmares: Hondem suffers not only from the hauntings of his victims, but he is also plagued by the memories of each of his deaths. To sleep is to enter a labyrinth of torture where his mind replays the darker moments of his life that he would rather forget. Often, he would see the many faces of the women he forced himself upon converging on him, torturing him with their stories of how he ruined their lives and their questions of what they did to deserve such cruelty from him. Some other nights, he would dream of his most gruesome, painful deaths and wake in a state of paralysis that could last anywhere between a few short seconds to several long minutes.
• Heavily persecuted by others: Hondem is a foreigner, but more than that, he is a man with darker skin than those around him. People, in their fear and hatred of the near perpetual darkness that took over their world has made them less trusting, more suspicious. They see him and they don't see a Seeker, they see a black man and almost always close their doors on him, eyeing him with deep mistrust and sometimes with outright hatred. It doesn't help that those who secretly aid the Adversary perpetuate their hatred and racism towards others, making following rumours almost a hindrance. Then there are those few who remember what he did to them, the women of some town or village, who screams rapist at the sight of him which inevitably causes the populace to drive him away.
• Depression: Because of his sins and what he had done to others, he feels a strong sense of self loathing. He even blames himself for what happened to his mother, believing that his crimes led to the punishment of having to watch her rape. And perpetuating this self loathing is the hatred the people have for him and their deep mistrust of him and people like him; his depressive thoughts have gone to such a point that he believes the Herald upon seeing him will turn him away unless he can prove himself worthy through severe penance, and even then he has his doubts that she might still turn him away because of what he is. On good days, he feels a tang of sadness deep within his chest, albeit manageable. And on the worst days he is nearly crippled by it.
• Bad reputation: Hondem Raz's past follows him like a bad stench. Rumours spread in every settlement he encounters like wild fire, perpetuated both by his victims and the agents of the Adversary, so much so that he no longer reveals his face in settlements, opting to keep his helmet on along with the rest of his armour to keep himself anonymous in order to be treated like a Seeker instead of a criminal.
• Blind in one eye: No matter how many times he dies and comes back, his right eye always ends up becoming blind in some way or other, often in some gruesome manner between the ages of seventeen and twenty. He remembers he originally lost his eye due to what Roman doctors told him was a worm during his travels as a merchant and ever since the world turned to what it was, he kept losing it with every new life.
• Phobia of slimy things: Hondem Raz has a strong phobia of things that are slimy, gooey, or that drip with thick fluids unnecessarily. Although he can handle seeing it and getting near such things, for him to touch it would make him go into an emetic fit. Seeing it will cause butterflies to well up his stomach and a deep uncomfortable feeling followed by excessive sweating, and sometimes he is known to hypoventilate; if he has to face a creature with somewhat similar characteristics he would need to meditate and steele himself.

• Very skilled with sword and shield: As was custom in the part of Abyssinia where he grew up, he was taught swordsmanship and horse-riding; his family was very tribal-centric, and tribal wars were not uncommon, and so as a son to a particularly wealthy tribal leader, it was expected of him to be a great fighter. He found, during his training, that he favoured the shield more than his sword, often using it to tire out his enemies or drawing their attention while his allies cut down their enemies.
• He can speak five languages: Hondem Raz was born in Abyssinia and moved to Egypt when he was around fifteen and so by a relatively young age, he knew how to speak Amharic, Latin, and Coptic; when he travelled to Europe as a merchant he learned Spanish and French.
• Wealthy: Despite being raised as a sort of warrior, Hondem Raz had a rather keen mind for business and merchanting. Using the experience he gained from his previous lives, he makes sure to earn a small fortune every time before he journeys as a Seeker; most of his wealth coming in the form of his armour, sword, and shield, otherwise he has various chests buried in a number of locations only for emergent cases.

• Violence: 4 (+1)
• Fortitude: 10
• Soul: 2
• Passion: 2
• Perception: 1
• Command: 6 - He has all six followers with him that he got from some small militias and a few soldiers (the circumstances in which he got them is something I want to explore ICly)