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Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Vorex Lector

Vorex Lector

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:

A Homonculus created by an ancient civilization. Basically it's life-infused clay, but unlike a Golem it has a mind of it's own. 5610 years old. Last seen wandering the Forest of Emerald

Appearance:

As a Homonculus, Vorex has a weird look to it. A singular massive eye is the key feature of its look. However the dark blue skin does not help either, it stands a small 132 cm (4'3) tall with weirdly long arms and hands in the shape of a human.

History:
Vorex was granted life eons ago by an ancient forgotten civilization. Even Vorex does not know who, or what created it. It was granted a sole purpose in life, to protect the knowledge within the massive library it was created in. This could be achieved by use of force, persuasion or by sheerly memorizing the books. Which is eventually what Vorex did, as a Homonculus without brain, it was not limited by how much information it could absorb. Thus Vorex started absorbing all the books in the grandiose library, however, it turns out there was 1 caveat. Vorex could not access the knowledge by his own wanting, he could copy books perfectly at the request of others, but not access them himself.

During the fall of the unknown empire, the library was destroyed beyond help. The architecture in shambles, the books burned, forgotten or turned to dust Vorex was left without a purpose and all on its own. It had due to some fortunate accident survived the fall and raiding that went before that. One fateful day it had gotten stuck in a place in the library, a place nobody really checked, thus he sat there waiting... and waiting... waiting for someone to come free it. This took an endless amount of time until enough time had passed for the entire ecosystem around Vorex to change. A small creek had grown into a grand river during the course of thousands of years. This in turn had corroded the place where Vorex was stuck leaving him with a way out. Thus inspecting his surroundings Vorex had concluded his masters were no more. Its last purpose rang in its head, rebuild the library, and with that Vorex set out.

Personality:

Created with one purpose in mind, Vorex will do whatever it deems necessary to rebuild the library he was created in. Currently, that means joining the Caravan to gather new information, new books, and new places to learn. Vorex is amicable to others and willing to help by virtue of creating books.

Motivation:

Gathering of knowledge, finding a way to rebuild the grand Library.

Skills:

Has basically an entire library stuffed away in his head and is inhumanely fast in copying books from it.

Strengths:

Trained in close-quarters combat, to protect itself and the books.

Can divide its mind into 2. This allows it to constantly write while doing other things or double the speed at which it copies books.

A font of knowledge.

Weaknesses:

Has all this insane knowledge but no way to access it by itself.

Basically created for 1 thing and 1 thing only. He does not possess anything beyond that, which leads to it coming off as completely socially inept.

Tools:

A duo of magically enchanted quills that are linked. If one writes in the air the other will write that down in a book. (Credit to @Expendable for coming up with this idea)

Extras

What They Most Want:

To find their library or rebuild it.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be:

True Neutral

Three Likes:

Knowledge, people asking for books, learning new things.

Three Dislikes:

People disrespecting books, people hoarding knowledge and his past.

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?:

Their mind, for Vorex has no heart

Worst Fear:

Being unable to rebuild the grand library.

Favorite Color:

None, Vorex was not given one.

Most Like The Animal:

A crow? Since it's linked to knowledge and wisdom.

Favorite Time of Day:

Night.

How They Dress:

Always seen in what seems to be the same jute coat.

Favorite Season:

None, Vorex was not given one.

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):

None.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ere we go, Vorex the knowledge thingy

Some things are subject to change, this is just a V0.1 version

Vorex Lector

Name: Vorex Lector



Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:

A Homonculus created by an ancient civilization. Basically it's life-infused clay, but unlike a Golem it has a mind of it's own. 5610 years old. Last seen wandering the Forest of Emerald

Appearance:

As a Homonculus, Vorex has a weird look to it. A singular massive eye is the key feature of its look. However the dark blue skin does not help either, it stands a small 132 cm (4'3) tall with weirdly long arms and hands in the shape of a human.

History:
Vorex was granted life eons ago by an ancient forgotten civilization. Even Vorex does not know who, or what created it. It was granted a sole purpose in life, to protect the knowledge within the massive library it was created in. This could be achieved by use of force, persuasion or by sheerly memorizing the books. Which is eventually what Vorex did, as a Homonculus without brain, it was not limited by how much information it could absorb. Thus Vorex started absorbing all the books in the grandiose library, however, it turns out there was 1 caveat. Vorex could not access the knowledge by his own wanting, he could copy books perfectly at the request of others, but not access them himself.

During the fall of the unknown empire, the library was destroyed beyond help. The architecture in shambles, the books burned, forgotten or turned to dust Vorex was left without a purpose and all on its own. It had due to some fortunate accident survived the fall and raiding that went before that. One fateful day it had gotten stuck in a place in the library, a place nobody really checked, thus he sat there waiting... and waiting... waiting for someone to come free it. This took an endless amount of time until enough time had passed for the entire ecosystem around Vorex to change. A small creek had grown into a grand river during the course of thousands of years. This in turn had corroded the place where Vorex was stuck leaving him with a way out. Thus inspecting his surroundings Vorex had concluded his masters were no more. Its last purpose rang in its head, rebuild the library, and with that Vorex set out.

Personality:

Created with one purpose in mind, Vorex will do whatever it deems necessary to rebuild the library he was created in. Currently, that means joining the Caravan to gather new information, new books, and new places to learn. Vorex is amicable to others and willing to help by virtue of creating books.

Motivation:

Gathering of knowledge, finding a way to rebuild the grand Library.

Skills:

Has basically an entire library stuffed away in his head and is inhumanely fast in copying books from it.

Strengths:

Trained in close-quarters combat, to protect itself and the books.

Can divide its mind into 2. This allows it to constantly write while doing other things or double the speed at which it copies books.

A font of knowledge.

Weaknesses:

Has all this insane knowledge but no way to access it by itself.

Basically created for 1 thing and 1 thing only. He does not possess anything beyond that, which leads to it coming off as completely socially inept.

Tools:

A duo of magically enchanted quills that are linked. If one writes in the air the other will write that down in a book. (Credit to @Expendable for coming up with this idea)

Extras

What They Most Want:

To find their library or rebuild it.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be:

True Neutral

Three Likes:

Knowledge, people asking for books, learning new things.

Three Dislikes:

People disrespecting books, people hoarding knowledge and his past.

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?:

Their mind, for Vorex has no heart

Worst Fear:

Being unable to rebuild the grand library.

Favorite Color:

None, Vorex was not given one.

Most Like The Animal:

A crow? Since it's linked to knowledge and wisdom.

Favorite Time of Day:

Night.

How They Dress:

Always seen in what seems to be the same jute coat.

Favorite Season:

None, Vorex was not given one.

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):

None.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ivraan Valdo

Slowly but surely the Caravan became busy. Footsteps could be heard all around, the snap of small twigs, and the sound of the leaves rustling all betrayed the size of the Caravan. Some pilgrims and other doo-gooders of the Caravan had arrived to help out the worn-out arrivals. More food and supplies would be handed out. Some people actively invited the worn-out souls over to their wagons so they could take a rest. Ivraan had taken a position to the side just listening as he would often do back home in the tavern. Unfortunately, nothing had really caught his attention and it was clear that these people couldn’t really help him any further. Thus he decisively went back to his wagon to grab the book he had on the Forest of Emerald. On his way back he gave a solid nod to those he passed.

Once he had arrived at his wagon he went inside, grabbed the book, and started quickly shifting through the pages to try and find anything on these “living” souls within the Forest. This was however to much avail, nothing was really clear and more precise than what he had already heard. He glanced at his herbology station where he had gathered some of the leaves from a tree to see if anything had changed. Nothing, nothing had changed, it still had the vibrant green color. Ivraan just sat down for a bit pondering what he would do now. He could without a doubt venture into the woods to try and find these sightings, something that felt like a great idea, however he wouldn’t want to do it on his own. It was as if something or someone had read his mind, as at that exact moment he heard a deep shout outside. It was the giant who had joined the Caravan a few months back.

Ivraan quickly grabbed his spear from the rack along with a few daggers which he stowed in a belt specifically made for them. He grabbed the sheath the spear usually sat in and hurled it over his back. For those who had never seen Ivraan with his spear before it might be a slightly comic sight. Even though Ivraan was a tall half-elf the spear would easily reach his shoulders if it stood on the ground next to him and was only slightly smaller than Ivraan. He made his way over towards Galaxor.

As he arrived he gave a wave and smile towards the giant. “Heya! I heard you were shouting for an exterminator?! Are you headed into the woods to figure out more about those beings?! If so mind if I join?!”; Ivraan spoke with his cheery attitude and hadn’t even noticed the tiefling standing there. He would shoot a smile and wave in her direction. Ivraan had seen Nemeia around a few times but never really spoke to her. ” Hey! Are you also joining in!? Guess we should wait if others want to tag along.” Ivraan spoke with the same cheer. He then sat down the spear on the ground next to him and leaned against it. He was clearly looking forward to it, he wanted to explore the Forest of Emerald for a while now but never really got to it, now to his surprise he had a whole group.

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Addressing: Galaxor @Timemaster and Nemeia @Abstract Proxy

New Roleplay Idea - Join the Adventure!

Sounds fun, once you have your thread up and running I'll hop in

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Nah, it was an excellent first post. I like that Ivraan has books about the Forest of Emerald in his caravan. I was *this close* to having Athulwin read a book about it as well

@Tortoise

Haha thanks. Yeah just felt it was fitting with the herbology :D

Gonna start filling in the Lore some tonight, after I've settled in and had some more coffee. Off day :)

@Tortoise

Looking forward to it

Personally, I allow at least two posts before I respond again. If someone wants to go back and forth with another person or two, in my experience it's best doing it in private messages then someone posts it all as a single collaboration post, rather than a bunch of little posts between the two or three of you.

@Expendable

Yeah thats fair. Just thought I'd check since peoples opinions differ on such things, lovely first post btw

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

In that case I feel okay posting this, just some scene setting tbh. Honestly the rust is a lot stronger than I expected, but I'm not exactly unhappy about my first IC post since my return :D

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ivraan Valdo

When the Caravan arrived at the edge of the Forest of Emerald Ivraan felt uneasy. In fact, that feeling grew the more time the Caravan spent inside of the Forest. There was something wrong, very wrong with the Vitae of this place. Normally the Vitae he could sense was a pleasant calm energy, but in this place, it was a torrent of torment, as if one poisoned the energy of the land. Be it the sharpness of the air, the trees that looked so unnaturally green, or the seemingly endless illnesses going around. Unfortunately for Ivraan, he did not have an exact clue as to why this was happening and thus he spent most of the time meditating in a wagon he managed to procure after one of the old members passed away. It was old but well-maintained, the three and a half years that Ivraan had spent with the Caravan were not spent in vain. He had picked up at the very least the basics of how to maintain a wagon of this size. Handily cutting down wood with his spear to fix and patch the wagon as seemed fit.

The inside of the wagon was rather barren. A bed made of solid oak sat prominently in the middle. It was covered with straw and feathers to provide a decent, comfortable sleeping experience with a blanket woven from fine silk. Some pillows could be found at the head, but they were nothing more than straw stuffed into what seemed to be a pillowcase made from jute. On the side of the bed stood what seemed to be a small station with grinders, pots, and flasks, clearly intended to be used for his herbology. A book laid bare on the table with what seemed to be some very vague descriptions of the Forest of Emerald, people who claimed to have ventured in and returned, people who stood at the edge and described what they saw, and things like that. On the other side of the wagon, one could find two different racks. One for weaponry and one for armor. The weapon rack was mostly used for Ivraan’s spear, however, one could find a few daggers and an axe in there as well. The armor rack was currently empty as Ivraan just finished adorning his leather armor, with his common traveling clothes being flung over a chair that stood lonely in the wagon.

A perfect timing to be frank, Ivraan could sense new sources of Vitae, unfamiliar, worn out as if harassed by the Forest for a while. He opened the door of his wagon, stepped outside, and made his way forward, towards the new sources he felt. Once there it confirmed his feelings, a group, worn out from travel, unknown to the Caravan had arrived asking for supplies. He gave them a smile as he awaited the response of the Navigator. He did not have to wait long as a small man, one whom he had seen on countless occasions arrived carrying with him some bedrolls and food and water on a cart behind him. As he started to hand them out Ivraan approached the group and started helping the small man. “Hey there! Hope this helps out!”. He spoke as he gave away the last bedroll that the small man brought.

“Sooooo….. if you don’t mind me asking, you saw anything interesting?!”; Ivraan spoke with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, while this Forest felt unnatural, it was also an ill-documented place. Anything he could learn from these worn-out travelers was a big plus.

One spoke with a worn-out voice, warily; “Thank you kindly for the food. Be wary of these woods, for something dwells within. At the very least we believe so.”

Ivraan just nodded and smiled; “I see… I see. Well, thanks! I’ll wait for the others to pop up to see what we will do!”

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Updated my sheet with the extra info, nothing too special.

Also wanted to ask how strict we are on posting order, if any at all other than try to avoid posting twice in a row

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Lovely much obliged for the acceptance, if you do manage to find that time machine to start on your birthday could you let us know so we can make use of it as well!

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ivraan Valdo

Ivraan Valdo

Image

https://imgur.com/a/whZPNfk

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:

A young half-elf in his early twenties, he has been with the Caravan for 3 and half years now.

Appearance:

The first thing you would notice when looking at this young half-elf is his striking white hair. That coupled with beady white eyes and a sizable slash-scar on his face gives way to a face that is hard to forget. While generally, he keeps his hair unkempt, freely flowing around, on occasion he will bundle them together to form a ponytail. His elven heritage is mostly visible in his ears and length, standing a solid 203cm tall (6'7). His lean and slender build coupled with the fact that he seems to be carrying a spear by his side suggests an agile spearman.

History:

Born to two loving and doting parents who had managed to overcome the boundaries of their race, Ivraan grew up in a loving home. Ivraan was the second child the couple had brought to the world, with Ivraan having an older brother. His mother an elf by the name of Elara was a skilled healer, and his father a human by the name of Alexander a skilled ranger. The oldest, a half-elf by the name of Aelar was being groomed to take over the family tavern. One Ivraan's parents had bought with their earnings as adventurers. This basically meant that both Ivraan and his younger sister Ela were given free rein in what they wanted. For Ela it was simple, she loved chatting, making music and enjoying the tavern life. For Ivraan however, it was a different story. Plagued with indecision since he was young Ivraan decided to join the Caravan as it passed his hometown, hoping to find a way forward in life.

As for how Ivraan got a massive slash across his face, he doesn't like to tell people. All that is really decipherable based on the scar is that it was made with either a blade or a thin wire. For those whom he eventually warms up to, it turns out his former teacher gave it to him to awaken his latent potential in Vitae. Acting as a traitor to Ivraan, it hurt him deeply.

Personality:

Young and optimistic ready to explore the world. Raised with compassion Ivraan took over that virtue. Very chatty, perhaps from being raised in a tavern.

Motivation:

Ivraan is hoping to find his way in life. Perhaps love, adventure, or life as a caravaneer. The mundane tavern was too boring, so adventure lust is the main reason.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:

Vitae

Vitae, also known as the energy of life is a universal force that dwells within every living being. To use it and train in it, you need to unlock it via meditation, training, and often a life-altering event. In general, the use of Vitae is simple, it enhances the body. Be that it's agility, strength, recovery speed or train of thought. It might make you jump higher, run faster, think faster or recover faster. As a source, it is not unlimited and should not be used for prolonged periods of time, if a being fully runs out of Vitae, they cannot access it for at the very least a month.

The way one trains Vitae is mostly by meditation, by transferring and absorbing the Vitae in the surrounding area one's source can grow. However if one kills a being by draining it's Vitae, the energy gets corrupted, turning poisonous unless repelled or extracted.

In simpler terms, think of it as the classic Murim cultivation without it being bound to weaponry.

Strengths
Use of Vitae; A magic system meant to enhance physical capabilities. Often combined with skills in weaponry or martial arts for it's full effect. During one of Ivraan's treks in the forest, he met a master that thought him the way after noticing Ivraan's abundance of Vitae.

A tavern lad; Being raised in a tavern made Ivraan a great socializer, both capable of persuasion and deception. However do not mistake his optimism for naivety, as Ivraan has shown to possess a keen mind.

Skilled Spearman; At a young age Ivraan's parents ask their children to experiment with some basic weaponry. As it turned out Ivraan was very talented with the spear and determined enough to train it almost daily. This made him a solid fighter in his own right.

Elven Agility; While not as agile as a full-blooded elf, Ivraan's elven blood has clearly granted him dexterity above what is expected of a common man. Ivraan uses this to support his skill with the spear.

Knowledge of herbology; Raised by a healer, Ivraan was taught herbology of the close forest granting him basic knowledge of the craft. With some common sense and by virtue of reference Ivraan is able to learn what is edible and poisonous rather quickly.
Tools
Crescent Spear; A spear granted by his parents when Ivraan turned 18. It is forged from a rare metal as strong as cold steel, but as light as a feather.

Crescent Spear

Well Crafted Leather Armor. A gift from his parents upon leaving with the Caravan. It is tailored to fit Ivraan perfectly and does not constrict his movement at all. A gambeson beneath it provides ample protection, specifically for slashing and blunt attacks.

Weaknesses;

Magically inept; Perhaps as a result of his inherent Vitae, but Ivraan is completely helpless when it comes to using magic. While his parents tried to teach him the basics it never stuck so Ivraan decided to forgo that in favor of training with his spear, and late Vitae.

Easily bored; Ivraan is easily bored and will on occasion just decide to do things for the fun of it. An example could be pranks on fellow travelers. Ivraan also tends to not realize the consequences of his actions as part of him being raised in such a loving environment.

Extra Details

What They Most Want:
A purpose in life, enjoyment, and time to hone his skills

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be:

Chaotic Neutral
Three Likes:

Martial Arts, Learning new things, and Herbology
Three Dislikes:

People asking him about magic, boredom, and people claiming Vitae is magic.

Ivraan genuinely hates it when people claim Vitae is magic, it is far beyond a pet peeve and more closely an obsession to prove people wrong.

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?:

Their Heart, the reason to join the Caravan was a spontaneous one and ever since Ivraan has been following his heart.

Worst Fear:

Killing someone by absorbing their Vitae.

Favorite Color: Red
Most Like The Animal:

Leopard Seal, cute and bubbly until he needs to hunt or protect.

Favorite Time of Day:

The evening.

How They Dress:

Mostly seen in either his tailor-fit leather armor or in common travelers' clothing.

Favorite Season:

Spring

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):

Gaia, or something that resembles the Earth Mother as this belief is closely linked to Vitae.