So we have four Elves: Khelandria, Aloiza, Saebine (spelling?) and Vamir. I was going to suggest some kind of cultural exchange / evening but looking at the list we do kind of have another option ... GIRLS' NIGHT OUT What about it, ladies? I'm sure we can fit Vamir in somehow if we need to!
@Skarboy Sounds cool man, can't wait to see the character Also guys, feel free to shoot me up some criticism or what you think I should've done differently so we can enhance our experience!
OK so I stumbled upon this music by sheer chance: View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaRNvJLKP1E&nohtml5=False Music for our encampment perhaps?
Sorry for the delay! Been thinking this over for awhile. The history drags on, so please let me know if any of it needs to be modified. Second foray into Fantasy so, chances are there are quite a few mistakes! Player: Skarboy Character name: Fulke Ritter Race: Human Class: Disgraced Greatsword Equipment: Broken Flammenschwert. Gambeson with dented, poor quality plates sewn to arms and left shoulder. Case of djerids, prayers to Morr carved into the hafts. Appearance: Fulke is easily marked as a citizen of Ostermark, stout and broad in shoulder with the hooded eyes of a descendant of the steppes. Despite many a sleepless night stalking the moors, the former military man sports a well cared for moustache that even the Gospodars of Kislev could appreciate. The beginnings of a beard run along his chin and jaw, tinged with the grey of age similar to his closely trimmed hair, gray at the temples. Pale skin worn from weather, battle, and worry. Armor removed upon his dismissal from the Elector Count's honored Greatsword Regiments, Fulke snuck away his personal Flammenschwert with it's wavy blade shattered three-quarters down by a Knight of Morr. In it's place the veteran had just enough money left to him to fund a gambeson with a mixture of leather, cloth, and chainmail collar. His calloused hands have afforded him the skill to fashion djerids in place of stakes. He keeps his weapons secured by a belt and sash, blade at his shoulder and djerids at his hip. History: Born in Ostermark, Fulke has lived the dreary and depressing life that the province is well known for. Born in Essen to a family of merchants, the child was initially destined for a quiet life ruled by the road and an abacus. Until that fateful day so many who live near Sylvania fear of, when his family's caravan came across the restless dead. The young man was able to escape among a few of the caravan guard, orphaned on the road and brought to Essen to work where he could find a warm bed or a meager meal. Such labor often meant tending to horses or hauling goods for traders in town, who recognized his family name and took enough pity on the young man to hire him for a time. Unlike many who have been ravaged by the nobility of Sylvania, Fulke didn't turn to the darkened corners where Vampire Hunters collect. Instead he turned to military service, determined to put the past of his Province behind him. At last luck was with the man as his regiment was often committed to campaigns past the borders of his homeland, often to the cold north of Kislev or to the east and the Everlasting Realm. His experience with both the people of the steppes and the dwarf folk garnered him respect among his company and eased his troubled thoughts for many years. A career soldier, Fulke eventually joined the lauded ranks of the Imperial Greatswords. Unfortunately, such soldiers were often regulated to patrolling the properties of the Elector Counts, in this instance back in dreary Ostermark. Seeing the moors and darkened woods once more brought back Fulke's youth and with it, a restlessness that he had long avoided. Tedium is the worst pain. In order to alleviate it, the veteran began to seek out those same darkened corners that he had dismissed in his youth. There were many evils that stalked his land and he at last had the will and strength to pursue them. A network began to form and all leads of the Vampire Hunters Fulke met pointed to one fount of knowledge. The Temples of Morr and their priests. The lorekeepers of death, the servants of the god who reigned sovereign over that shadowed realm. Steeling himself, Fulke eventually attempted to gain access to the archives of these quiet and forboding individuals. It did not go well. A fateful confrontation with a Knight of Morr. Broken, beaten, battered and sword shattered, the Greatsword was brought before the Elector Count as a mark of shame on his proud regiment's history. Stripped of rank and pension, it was only his length of service that spared him from the executioner's hand. However, in the months since his dismissal, Fulke has found a new danger. Witch Hunters who are always eager to punish an Imperial Citizen who has poked their nose where it doesn't belong, especially concerning matters of the occult.
Looks good! A course of antibiotics will cure that right up! Seriously though, he looks like a useful and characterful fellow. Welcome aboard!
@Skarboy welcome aboard mate! Character really looks interesting! Also, don't worry about being late or something - as it stands, I'm generally moving this RP a lot slower than how I did with other games in the past, so no problem there! I was a bit busy today so I'll introduce you in the RP tomorrow when I get up Also guys, I apologize again for being rather slow on adding talents, so I'll do that tomorrow as well
