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George Rozas

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Appearance: A picturesque Orc, standing at the unnerving height of 7'6" and built like a dire bear, Grog is an intimidating sight to most ordinary folk he comes across. His musculature is like chiseled stone, clearly an outrageously strong individual with dark green skin that is scarred by many a battle. His hair is black and cut short, basically hacked at with what must've been a crude stone knife, while his eyes are grey and glare with furious intensity. Grog has a pair of short tusks protruding from the corners of his mouth, a slightly pig-like nose and an oddly friendly grin.

Oh, and of course Grog is a MAN, and therefore wears no shirt - leaving his bare chest and arms for all to see. He wears a set of faded brown trousers, albeit their ragged state make it clear they have seen a lot of wear and tear. He is also barefoot.

Familiar/Animal Companion: N/A

Equipment & Accessories*: Grog not need weapons, Grog not need armour, GROG weapon and armour! I am Inferi.

15-Dec-2017 02:23:34

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Gaius had been kneeling in prayer at the time, hoping that Kalmar would give his father the drive he needed to see to his duties as a father and a priest, but it felt increasingly hopeless - his prayers had never been answered, and his father showed no signs of changing. Gaius had even spoken the words aloud, not caring if anyone else was in the temple as well - his father's alcoholism had been common knowledge at this point.

When he finally finished, he sighed, stood, and turned to exit, only to come to face to face with the leader of the red-robed travelers, a tall broad-shouldered man with dark hair and tan skin.

He introduced himself as Father Lucius, a priest of Arrus, the God of Fire, Light, and Justice. He and his band were part of a larger organization known as the Wanderers of Arrus - warriors, paladins, priests, and clerics who had dedicated themselves to wandering the world in groups, spreading their Lord's message while protecting the innocent, striking down evil, and righting wrongs wherever they found them.

"Can I join you?" The words left Gaius's mouth before he had even realized he'd said them.

Lucius had blinked in surprise, briefly taken aback, but then he simply smiled and shook his head. He explained that they lived a hard life, one that required sacrifice. Every Wanderer had to give up their family name, swear to never remain tied to a single place, and would one day expected to give their life in the pursuit of justice. It was not one suited for a boy in his prime who had his entire life ahead of him.

But Gaius was not to be dissuaded. His father barely noticed him, and he had no friends. There was nothing for him here. He explained that he possessed divine magic, and needed a teacher, but his father had been unwilling to send him to acquire further instruction. He also expressed his desire to see the world and learn the ways of the sword. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 02:35:56 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 04:01:02 by NotFishing

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After hearing more of his circumstances, Lucius finally relented. He agreed to speak to Gaius's father about it, but surprisingly enough, Gaius's father merely nodded and sighed, offering no resistance.

They stayed in town for a few days, while the Wanderers purchased provisions and some of the more devout members gave sermons to the townsfolk, which were welcomed by the more pious folk who were happy to listen to priests who spoke with conviction, and weren't merely going through the motions. Finally, they set out, and Gaius never looked back.

It was not quite the life he had imagined. First, there was considerably more walking than he had expected - the tales had left that part out. Second, the "great evils" he had been expecting to vanquish were surprisingly mundane. A ragtag group of untrained brigands here, and a corrupt city official there.

Thirdly, the group had an awfully... mercenary feel to it. While most of them were devout services of Arrus, they still had to feed, clothe, and equip themselves somehow, and they could not always rely on donations, which meant they had to demand payment for services. They never overcharged, and they would give freebies to those who desperately needed it and had no way of providing compensation, but it still went against the selfless charitable image Gaius had constructed in his mind.

At least Lucius was good for his word. Gaius was trained in both healing magic and swordplay. They also instructed him on how to combat demons, spirits, and other unholy abominations. He was given robes, armor, and a sword of his own. And he always received a thrill from charging into battle with his comrades, Lucius at the head of the group with his flaming sword, even if the foes they faced were usually inferior. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 02:48:24 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:43:26 by NotFishing

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As the years went on, Gaius eventually warmed up to his new lifestyle. Although they would occasionally lose a man or gain a new recruit here or there, there were a few core members who had been there from the start - Lucius included - and he had formed a strong bond with them. His sharp mind, passion for justice, and devotion to his new god even allowed him to become the de facto second in command.

Interestingly enough, the Wanderers of Arrus were not nearly as... restrictive... in how their members spent their leisure time, so long as it did not interfere with their duties or the core principles of their god. Basically, as long as it wasn't harmful to them or anyone else, they were allowed their diversions. He picked up a slight drinking habit, and occasionally enjoyed the company of a grateful village girl or two.

Life was good.

But on one fateful day, everything would change.

He was a twenty-seven at the time, and had been with the group for nine years. Though their encounters had mostly been mundane, they did stumble into the occasional situation where they had to battle a demon or dispel a put a vengeful spirit to rest. They had come to a rather small, unimportant village, only to discover that some of the locals had been going missing, most likely kidnapped. They resolved to investigate the matter, followed some tracks, found evidence of a struggle, and then followed the tracks to a cave, where light flashed from the entrance.

They went inside, and it immediately became clear that the kidnappers were cultists, who had been capturing people to sacrifice in a summoning ritual. A ritual which was nearly complete. When the cultist leader spotted them, she panicked and summoned the demon early, before the binding spell could be completed. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 03:00:06 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:43:14 by NotFishing

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What followed was a three battle between clerics, cultists, and a demon. Men who Gaius had fought and bled alongside for years had fallen, either to the demon's razor sharp claws or to a lucky strike from a cultist's blade.

Towards the end of the chaos, only four beings stood. Gaius, Lucius, another Wanderer named Taro, and the demon itself - severely wounded but still standing strong. Lucius appeared to be keeping the demon at bay with his flaming sword, but then the creature roared in frustration, grabbed him, and threw him across the room where he struck the wall with a sickening crunch.

At the sight of his friend, mentor, and leader brought to such mortal peril, Gaius rushed to his aid, leaving Taro to fend off the demon alone. But when he reached Lucius, he was already dead, his still-warm blade extinguished in his cooling hands.

Consumed by grief and rage, Gaius lifted the sword, barely noticing the blade once again crackle to life as fire once again consumed it, and charged across the cave. The demon's occupy was turned, preoccupied as it lifted Taro into the air and crushed his spin with a squeeze, when Gaius vaulted off of a rock, into the air, and drove the burning blade into the demon's back.

That night, he constructed fourteen pyres, and burned fourteen bodies - eleven comrades and three innocents. The demon's ashes were scattered in the wind. The cultists were left to the wolves. Then, he was off, not bothering to return to the village, his heart filled with grief and failure.

For a year, he did little good, save drink and gamble, occasionally doing some solo mercenary work to bring in a bit of coin. On more than one occasion he nearly drank himself to death. Sometimes he could heal his own liver, other times he had to be dragged to a temple. And Lucius's flaming sword had stop working, but he dared not sell it.

Then, one day, he woke up to a splitting hangover and looked at himself in a mirror, only to realize he had become his father. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 03:10:43 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:41:39 by NotFishing

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No, he realized. He was worse.

At least his father still tried to attend to some of his priestly duties. Gaius had been neglecting his duty entirely, and at this rate would not live to enter his fourth decade.

That horrifying realization made him resolve to change his ways.

He couldn't quite kick his drinking habit, but he was able to tone it down and was not nearly as self-destructive. He stopped the gambling, using his money to purchase a new cloak that wasn't stained by ale, and to repair his tarnished rust-spotted armor. He toured the poor districts of cities, offering healing to those who needed it while delivering swift and summary justice to cutthroats and thieves. He hunted bandits in the woods and loaned his time to investigating paranormal situations, even if many of them were likely to be hoaxes.

Then, on one particular confrontation, he drew Lucius's sword, and once again the blade crackled to life with flame.

Appearance: Gaius is tall, standing at nearly six foot five, with a light skin tone, medium length dark brown hair, and a short beard, both of which are somewhat dirty and unkempt. His eyes are a piercing dark green.

Moving down to the rest of his body, he is very well built and in excellent shape, his form honed by years of training, travel, and combat, despite the severe alcohol abuse.

Equipment/Accessories: Gaius is clad in a suit of steel chainmail, with a cuirass, shoulder guards, gauntlets, and greaves. Over his armor he wears a set of slightly faded hooded red robes, with a bright red cloak in much better better condition. A black leather belt around his waist, the hardened brown leather boots on his feet, and the symbol of Arrus on his chest serve as the only contrast. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 03:18:17 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:42:26 by NotFishing

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His primary weapon is the flaming sword of his previous mentor, Lucius. In the hands of one not truly devoted to the god Arrus, it is just an ornate, well-maintained bastard sword forged from high-quality steel. It has a gilded hilt wrapped in fine leather, with a ruby set in the pommel.

But when placed in the hands of one who is a true servant of the fire god and held to the open air, the wielder has the power to will the sword to be set ablaze. Water cannot quench it, and the metal is not weakened - some even say it is unbreakable, as it has never needed sharpening. The wielder can burn themselves with their own blade, so it must be used with care.

He does not know where it came from, or how it was made. Lucius did not know either. Only that it was a highly valuable artifact, passed from leader to leader of that particular band of Wanderers. One thing he does know is that he would sooner die than part with it.

His other weapons are much simpler. Two daggers, one sheathed at his belt and another at his boot, and a flintlock pistol for which he only carries a handful of bullets, as he is a horrible marksman. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 03:24:19 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 04:08:35 by NotFishing

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2023

Chris Cook9

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Name: Sorey 'Emerald' Windspeaker
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Race: Raptoran

Archetype: Archaeologist / Seeker

Strengths:

-Slot 1- Ancient Knowledge (Sorey is knowledgeable of the Satorian Language, Lore, and Culture)
-Slot 2- Four Winds (Sorey's wind magic is unnaturally potent)
-Slot 3- Flight

Flaws:
-Slot 1- Fleeting (Sorey isn't much of a combatant and easily retreats)
-Slot 2- Flock's Burden (Sorey can radiate an aura of negativity at times, resulting from past failures although he is unwilling to clarify.)
-Slot 3- Brittle Bone
-Slot 4- Limited Casting (Sorey's spellcasting is limited to wind based spells)

Background:

Sorey's life very much started on his pilgrimage a rite undertaken by all of his species to travel the world until they learned to fly, returning to join the flock a path his had every intention of fulfilling when he left the nest at the age of 15, not long after receiving his name from the High Chieftain.

On this journey he discovered the joys of the unknown and indulged himself into the evacuation and research of numerous ruins across the continent, writing and publishing several texts which received modest attention from the Archaeological Society. This pilgrimage dominated his life even long after he learned to use his wings until word reached him of his father's demise.

Returning home at long last he adopted the role of Scout Chief helping safeguard his home against the Seven Kingdoms and was known to have raised a family. His name becoming obscured until Dendar's Awakening. Shortly after the Flock disappeared and while attempts have been made to query this matter Sorey is always deflective but found to be pro-actively seeking to deal with the threat Dendar posed even before the God's and Primordial's defeat.

This eventually led him to discover the Vaults, which he believes to be somehow related to Dendar and a potentially offer the means to defeat her. He is presently seeking to establish a power capable of defeating her.

16-Dec-2017 21:15:44

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2023

Chris Cook9

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Appearance:
Standing at just under 5”8’ with Amber eyes, being known amongst his people for his peculiar and exotic appearance with emerald, red tipped feathers that contrast heavily against the typical light browns and whites of other males this combined with his pale blue eyes makes him more easily identifiable amongst crowds of his own kin and is a point that seemingly bothers him.

Like many of his species he does not wear any footwear making his talons plainly visible to the world and his body and face is adorned with tribal patterns typically coloured a deep crimson with a preference to wear leathers and fur clothing whenever possible. His right ear has clear scarring that appears to be small bite marks from a hooked beak which are primarily as a result of Erimentha biting it when she wants his attention.

In terms of jewellery he has a single earing with a white Raptoran quill on his left ear and a ring around his right talon with a swirling patterned ribbon and two further quills. A single pendant of a wooden owl carving hangs from his neck on a wool string.

Animal Companion: Sovereign Owl (Erimentha)
One of the rarer members of the Owl family they are most commonly found in Raptoran Aries where they hold a significant religious significance believing that these prismatic creatures guide the souls of the dead to their final resting place. This belief has become far more entrenched in recent years due to Dendar's influence upon the Realm.

Comparable to the Eagle Owl in size they have midnight blue feathers with blue specks of fluorescent light which is believed to serve as camouflage by emulating the stars. In many regards Erimentha is typical of the species with one exception being a star jewel pendant and peculiar habits such as her master conversing with the owl despite it seemingly unaware of his speech.

16-Dec-2017 21:18:25 - Last edited on 16-Dec-2017 21:19:07 by Chris Cook9

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2023

Chris Cook9

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---The Gathering---
Eagles Peek

Meka straightened her back with a sigh, flexing her shoulders to ease cramped muscles. She tossed the soapy rag into a water pail and glanced around the empty room. It was getting harder to maintain the old Inn. There was a lot of love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, but even love and tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in well used tables or occasional customer sitting on a splinter. The Inn of Eagle's Peak was not fancy, not like she'd heard about in Thantos the Unconquerable City.

The tree in which it was built wrapped ancient arms with such care it was nigh impossible to say where natures work abandoned it to Raptorans began. The bar seemed to ebb and flow like a wave around the living wood that supported it. The stained-glass windows Raptorans were famous for cast welcoming vibrant colours across the chamber.

Shadows dwindled as noon approached. The Inn of Eagle's Peak would soon open for business. Meka looked around and chirped, smiling as best a Kenku could with its work. Tables had been cleaned and polished all that remained were the simple task of sweeping the floor and as she began to shove aside the heavy oaken benches, Makashal emerged from the kitchen.

"Today should carry with it warm winds." He chirped squeezing his weighty body behind the bar whistling a tune as he began setting out the mugs.

"I'd prefer it to be cooler-for both the weather and business mind you." Said Meka tugging at a bench. "I walked off my talons yesterday and got little thanks and even less tips. Such a gloomy crowd. Everybody is so nervous- I swear - dropped a mug yesterday and that Stormtalon drew his sword!"

"Ack!" Makashal sqwarked, "Stormtalons are elite guard. They're always nervous in times such as these, and you would be too if you were expected to go face the Forgotten. If that Captain grew some-"

"Watch it." Meka warned.

17-Dec-2017 00:23:01

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