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For some reason I read Odrans voice in a Scottish accent 😂

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Odran Stormweaver

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“Six in tide, Six are true
Six to be lead by a spirit of hue
Long awaited in the endless sin
They are the saviors of many a skin
While they live, he cannot survive
While he is here, they cannot thrive”

“This second verse of the prophesy has long since been forgotten by the peoples of Valeroma, but that does not make them any less true. You have been chosen since before your birth, Vivian, Odran, Zav, Kassandra, Calit, Rosarina, to uphold this prophesy. Only by banding together to confront Vaeros is there any hope for Valeroma. Without you, Valeroma will fall.”

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Odran woke from his slumber with a start, his grip quickly tightening around the handle of the crossbow cradled in his arms. A sharp intake of breath attracted the attention of a group of sitting nearby him, a squad of 9 other dwarves like him, squatting around and leaning against their packs in the back of a caravan wagon. He and a squad of the Ironborn Free Company were headed back to Stormhold after a long year of patrolling and protecting the mountainside. After a long year of building, fighting, and walking they were finally granted several months of leave in order to handle their own businesses back home.

"Eh? Wassat there Odran? You look like you've seen a ghost ye have." called out Tonner, another veteran dwarf in the squad. Bigger and stouter than even Odran, and usually carrying heavy equipment, the dwarf almost looked under equipped without a massive piece of wood or metal in his arms. A few of the other dwarves in the wagon chuckled as well.

"I very well might've" Odran murmured to himself, as he stood up, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. "Oi Durnan, whereabouts is the supply wagon again?" Without waiting for an answer, Odran already had his pack over his shoulders and had begun climbing out of the covered convoy wagon where his squad sat, much to the confusion of the others.

There was the thudding of a second pair of feet hitting the ground after him. Odran glanced back to see Tonner following after him. Ignoring him, Odran continued making his way through the caravan, and a few wagons back were the supply carts. Massive wooden boxes on heavyset wheels being pulled by a small contingent of mules, the Ironborn supply carts were small moving armories, set to carry everything the Ironborn Free Company needed. With a heavy gauntleted fist, Odran knocked hard against the side of the cart.

One of the windows opened up and a confused looking dwarf poked his head out the window to see what was going on. Bushy white beard and a huge pair of spectacles made the older dwarf's eyes look like giant bug eyes, with thinning, but still strong and wiry arms. "Oi? Wot is it Odran?" Asked Henler the supply dwarf, still somewhat confused.

"That's what I've been trying to ask him!" grumbled Torren, "'Ave you lost it or something Odran? What's going on?"

Ignoring him, Odran addressed the supply dwarf. "I'll need another combat supply of bolts, a field pack, spare tools, a wee bit of rum and one of tha' pack mules. I've got the scratch for it o'course." he said, producing a heavy coin laden pouch out of his pocket and tossing it up into the cart.

"Eh? For wot?" Asked Henler and Tonner almost simultaneously. Odran ignored them.

"Just get me the gear you cottonheads," Odran said as made his way to the front of the cart and began unshackling one of the mules from the front of the armory wagon- a large bay mule named Rork. Still confused, Henler nonetheless began pulling the supplies out of the armory wagon, and handing them down to Odran who quickly strapped them to the sides of pack mule: A leather covered box filled with 40 heavy quarrels, a field pack with all the typical supplies needed for overland travel- mess kit, bedroll, waterskins, field rations, fishing line, an aid kit and the like- a half full bottle of rum, and a spare set of metalworking tools. Seemingly satisfied with his quick preparations, Odran nodded to himself and began stomping off in the direction of the Forbidden Grove, his pack mule dutifully following behind him.

"Odran! 'ave you been hit in the head or somming? Odran! The war's over, where are ya going?!" Tonner called out after him.

"Seems ta me, the war's just started." Odran muttered to himself, already well out of earshot.

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Two days later

Having spent the better part of the last 48 hours doing nothing but marching, sparing little more than a few hours out of each day to rest and eat, Odran managed to make it to the Forbidden Grove just before dawn. Rork, the ever faithful mule followed behind him, laden down with the majority of Odran's gear. Odran, who had shed most of his arms and armor, save his crossbow, led the mule into the small clearing in the grove, his footsteps light and quiet despite his weight and bulk.

As it seemed, Odran was not the first to arrive. A few had already arrived in this once quiet grove. They looked familiar to him, despite never having met them. Odran remembered seeing their faces and figures in his dream- he was sure he heard their names as well, but the dream had happened so suddenly that he could not put names to the faces. An elven woman rested against a tree, another elf sat by her horse with some water and rations. Still a third elf had also just appeared into the clearing, making his presence well known as he yelled at one of the sitting elves, breaking the otherwise peaceful silence of the grove, but not before he disappeared back into the trees.

"What's he on about?" Odran asked aloud to no one in particular as he walked across the grove. He looped his pack mule's lead to a try nearby but not directly next to the elf and her horse before taking a seat himself. The sleeping elf in the center of the tree had the right idea, Odran thought to himself. His pack mule must have thought so too, as the mule plopped itself on the ground, ready to rest. Odran plopped down on the ground next to it, leaning his back against the mule's midsection.

Pulling out his drinking horn, Odran poured a small amount of rum into it, before filling the rest of the horn with some water from his waterskin to form a basic grog. He took a big gulp of the drink and let out a satisfied sigh. "I don't suppose anyone knows why we're ta' meet here in some forbidden forest as opposed tae' nice warm tavern with a pitcher to go around do they?" Odran asked aloud, again not to anyone in particular.

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I guess I should point out now that I am not the type of person to make multiple posts a day ^^;

I have work, school and family to take care of as well, please take care not to leave me behind >.>

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A... revolving backpack? I dont even know what that is lol

A revolver on a backpack? A backpack with a revolving chamber? idk how useful that would be.

also, are firearms a thing in this world? are the people walking around with muskets? or are crossbows about as close to a 'firearm'-like weapon as we get?

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I love how everyone's like "oh sweet adventure." and then "oh fuck I have to be there how soon?"

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Odran Stormweaver

^{Credit: Paul Rozhkov
wild_artist.artstation.com}

Odran Stormweaver

Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 5'1", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.

His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively diminutive frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, chain, leather underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and hard eyes of steel gray. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and a camaraderie-filled twinkle in his eye.

Personality:
A loud and boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. Untrusting of magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of architecture, engineering, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.

While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others.

Despite his affable nature, when its time to get serious, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and quiet efficiency, and only rarely allows himself emotional outbursts.

Strengths:
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow from a fixed position or charging in with axe and shield. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft with his hands. Odran is also a capable smith and craftsman- able to make repairs to weapons and armor as well as build new ones if given the proper materials.

Weaknesses:
While dexterous and strong, Odran's size and stature does him no favors, and his heavy armor slows him down and reduces his overall movement speed. Odran also prefers fighting on solid ground and would likely sink in the water- on account of his heavy armor and stature. Odran is also incapable of using magic, and must rely on others capable of doing so. Odran is also not a fan of flying, and has a slight fear of heights.

Brief Bio:
A career soldier, engineer, siege specialist, and tinker, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.

Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a combat engineer in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's engineers, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.

Other:
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After giving it some thought, I've decided to scrap the magic fisticuffs boi and have gone with a dwarf warrior and engineer! Here is Odran, let me know if anything needs changing:

Odran Stormweaver

^{Credit: Paul Rozhkov
wild_artist.artstation.com}

Odran Stormweaver

Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 5'1", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.

His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively diminutive frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, chain, leather underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and hard eyes of steel gray. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and a camaraderie-filled twinkle in his eye.

Personality:
A loud and boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. Untrusting of magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of architecture, engineering, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.

While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others.

Despite his affable nature, when its time to get serious, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and quiet efficiency, and only rarely allows himself emotional outbursts.

Strengths:
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow from a fixed position or charging in with axe and shield. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft with his hands. Odran is also a capable smith and craftsman- able to make repairs to weapons and armor as well as build new ones if given the proper materials.

Weaknesses:
While dexterous and strong, Odran's size and stature does him no favors, and his heavy armor slows him down and reduces his overall movement speed. Odran also prefers fighting on solid ground and would likely sink in the water- on account of his heavy armor and stature. Odran is also incapable of using magic, and must rely on others capable of doing so. Odran is also not a fan of flying, and has a slight fear of heights.

Brief Bio:
A career soldier, engineer, siege specialist, and tinker, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.

Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a combat engineer in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's engineers, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.

Other:
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I'll be working on something after classes, expect it to be up sometime tonight or tomorrow

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@Bitterblue111 if anything, the role of guide might also end up falling to the GM, that type of role I would imagine is more suited for a GM/co-GM type of person anyway

I'd be interested in a human character- but all the ideas I have revolve around the usage of magic of some sort, so non-magical humans sort of puts a damper on those plans.

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I haven't finished with either of their backgrounds, honestly.

I can say for almost certain a half elf/human would not be likely to happen. And if it did, the parents and the kid would be outcasts. And to elves, family and culture is everything, so to be outcast would be to basically die to who they are.
Humans are...very fearful. They don't trust the other races...at all; with the possible exception to the dragons since they have proven to be protectors. But with elves, dwarves, and especially shifters, they keep themselves separate. They are led by fear of the unknown. Yes, there are a lot of good humans who see the good in everyone. What modern day people would call "humanitarian." People who go out and fight for what's right, equality, all that good stuff. (I am one of those, by the way.) They may even be the majority, but they are still fearful of the unknown and their first instinct is to shoot first, ask questions later. If a human were to have a kid with another race, they would be socially outcast, and possibly kicked out and disowned by their family.

Now, if it were to happen, then yes, magic could be present. But to a very limited extent. I'm talking less than half the normal magical ability a full elf would have. And they would have a hard time controlling it for a long time. The elemental punches would not be enough to knock a person across the room, but it would give them an edge up. Does that make sense?

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Gotcha gotcha no problemo then. So it looks like my choice of race is set pretty definitely on an elf then? Or maybe I could be a human with some magical doodads idk. And yeah the punches aren't meant to be that powerful, its more of a way for him to deal with tougher/armored enemies since he's using a fist instead of an actual weapon, and at most a bit of extra reach, like a burst of flame that extends a few feet past his fists and the like.