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Your long journey is brought to a brief halt by an old, decrepit looking man. He dressed himself in long, white robes, and you could barely see his face through his massive beard and incredibly bushy eyebrows. He seems quite interested in you at the moment, perhaps because you're the only one person passing this stretch of land at the moment "Hello, traveler! It's nice to finally come across another soul on these long roads. The amount of people wandering about has diminished as of late, likely due to all the fighting going on recently. Oh? Haven't you heard? The old god has vanished! Pretenders and their faithful followers are taking up arms to claim the throne of god for themselves. It really is quite something. But, oh! Where are my manners! My name is Avanero of Man, might I ask what your name is?" | | "Hm, that is indeed an interesting name. Might I be so brazen as to also ask where it is you're heading?" | | Kingdoms of Dominions The old man seems quite elated at your willingness to answer his questions, and concentrates less on your answer and more on the fact that you answered him in the first place. "Ha! If only I was young enough to travel the world again. I fear this might be my last journey, traveler, and spending it talking with such nice folks is quite a boost to my spirit. Now, if I may ask, what exactly do you look like? An odd question, I know, but my eyes are failing me in my old age, and I can't quite make out your appearance." | | "If you could also tell me about yourself, that would be wonderful." | | The curious fellow listens carefully as you describe yourself, then glances down at your belt, as if interested in it. "As a final question, might I ask what exactly it is you have on your belt? Is it a pouch? Might I pry further and ask what's in the pouch? (Pocket contents and basic armaments; I.e a sword, a few coins, some pocket lint, etc) | | The man seems satisfied "That's all the questions I have for you, traveler. However, if you wish to tell me anything else, feel free to do so." | | Welcome to Dominions. Virtually anything goes, and potential characters are limited only by your imagination, and knowledge of ancient myths. Except for elves. There are no elves here. Fuck elves. All basic rules of RPing apply. Magic can be learned by anyone, but is restricted in these late ages. Magic artifacts are rare, magic gems are highly sought after, and spells are not so easy to cast as they once were. Magic is divided up into eight categories. If you choose to be a mage, you are allocated three magical point to disperse as you please. You may choose to be weak in three schools, or strong in one. Your magical skills can be increased later through training. Please include these stats in the *OTHER* section of your character sheet. Conjuration: The art of summoning and binding creatures to your will. Does not include necromancy. Highly skilled conjuration mages can summon and bind long dead gods to their will. Alteration: The school of enhancing yourself and weakening your enemies. A skilled alteration mage can make himself invulnerable to most forms of damage. Evocation: The magic of inflicting pain. Includes all basic combat spells, such as fire, lightning, and ice. Those skilled in this field can put whole armies to sleep, and summon rocks from the sky to crush the enemy. Construction: A path used in creating powerful weapons and artifacts. It is not much use otherwise, but a smith may find it useful. Enchantment: The school of great power. The realm of enchantment can enhance weapons with magic effects, and summon the undead. A power enchanter can change the world in incredible ways. Thaumaturgy: The tree of general use. Many spells of miscellaneous origin are found under this tree. Those with ample ability in this field can bind men to their will as magical proxies. Blood: The dark arts. Blood magic takes spells from other schools of magic, and twists them into terrible things only used through blood sacrifices. A skilled, and brutal, blood mage can annihilate whole armies from a great distance away Holy: The bane of the undead, and the destruction of those wretched creatures of evil. A skilled holy mage may make themselves so magnificent that no one would dare attack, and wipe out droves of the undead. *Global enchantments* Global enchantments are incredibly powerful spells that effect the whole world. Gods and powerful sorcerers will cast these at various points in your journey. Their effects can be either positive or negative, and can range anywhere from cloaking the whole world in darkness, creating a second sun, unleashing spectral guardians to kill any who use blood magic, and even granting healing powers to those under the casters domain. These effects can be eliminated by killing the castor, or using a "dispel" spell Questions? Concerns? Let me know and I'll get back to you as soon as I can |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 3, 2016 23:03:46 GMT -4
(guess I gon have to do without my shotgun)
"Name is Fallsworth. Henri."
"Heading to Marignon. Stocking up on supplies there."
"Wearing a long, leather coat. A funny hat I don't know the name of. Just a human, combed, short hair, and blue eyes as cold as ice. Black hair, skin tanned like wood. Some small stubble here and there. I'm somewhat on the slim side, but I'm quite tall. Other than all that, nothing too abnormal."
"Hired mercenary. I do not belong to one kingdom. My loyalties lie within money. Don't have a lot of people I'm close to."
"Carrying my three trusty Ivory blades, some money, my contract, and some water in a bottle."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 23:09:56 GMT -4
I'd appreciate some more detail in appearance, and you failed to include pocket/belt contents
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Post by vammy on Oct 3, 2016 23:22:57 GMT -4
" I am Eritas La Nomiza, nice to meet you."
" Going to Marignon, I heard they have beautiful cities and I want to see with my own eye."
" I'm a bit taller then you, as well I'm wearing a black robe and a jeweled necklace. I am a fair skinned man with only one brown eye I lost the other while I was a toddler, I wear a brown bandana over it. As well I have a forked tongue and a long tail which developed from my beast ancestry."
" People say I have a unique sense of humor, I guess. I like to think that I'm quite witty not to brag of course."
" I was born in Nomiza to a single mother, she died when I was a teenager and now I am a nomad I belong to no realm. I believe one of my great-great grandparents was a beast."
"That's a strange question, but I do have a dagger on me."
"No, but it was nice to meet you."
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Post by imaginativeavian on Oct 4, 2016 1:43:52 GMT -4
"Hello, traveler! It's nice to finally come across another soul on these long roads. The amount of people wandering about has diminished as of late, likely due to all the fighting going on recently. Oh? Haven't you heard? The old god has vanished! Pretenders and their faithful followers are taking up arms to claim the throne of god for themselves. It really is quite something. But, oh! Where are my manners! My name is Avanero of Man, might I ask what your name is?"
The traveler had arched his eyebrows at the first half of his response. A missing god..that had to be rough on the locals. “Serik Sapiyev, sir. I’m heading towards Agartha.”
"Hm, that is indeed an interesting name. Might I be so brazen as to also ask where it is you're heading?”
The old man seems quite elated at your willingness to answer his questions, and concentrates less on your answer and more on the fact that you answered him in the first place. "Ha! If only I was young enough to travel the world again. I fear this might be my last journey, traveler, and spending it talking with such nice folks is quite a boost to my spirit. Now, if I may ask, what exactly do you look like? An odd question, I know, but my eyes are failing me in my old age, and I can't quite make out your appearance."
That was an odd question to ask. Not that Serik judged. In fact, he had to wonder just how long the man- Avanero, had been on his own on the crossroads. “Well, I’m tall. Black hair, it’s cropped short. And hazel eyes. I’m wearing a blue robe.” he rubbed the bridge of his aquiline nose, then decided against mentioning it. “I’m wearing black trousers, a pair of hunting boots, a gray undershirt, and a blue overcoat with a black belt. I’ve got a canvas knapsack, too.” the description felt a little sparse. “The coat’s got a few trees stitched into it,” Serik adjusted the lapels to make said overcoat look a little less baggy- it was decorated with ornate embroidery, which came together to form intertwining cedar trees. The sleeve cuffs were ringed with leaves, but this all struck him as a bit too excessive to bring up.
"If you could also tell me about yourself, that would be wonderful."
He might as well.
“I’m from a smaller village further north, sir. My family managed a small plot of land by the banks of the river, we’ve been herding goats and sheep since I was young. I practice martial arts, sir. Mostly grappling techniques. That’s actually part of the reason why I’m traveling, I want to broaden my horizons and work with different fighters.” he paused. “And I’m interested in uncovering local histories,” Serik decided against elaborating.
The curious fellow listens carefully as you describe yourself, then glances down at your belt, as if interested in it. "As a final question, might I ask what exactly it is you have on your belt? Is it a pouch? Might I pry further and ask what's in the pouch? (Pocket contents and basic armaments; I.e a sword, a few coins, some pocket lint, etc)
“A water canteen, change pouch, and hunting knife- it’s curved towards the tip. And my knapsack has most of my provisions. Just maps, parchment, compasses, flint, gauze, ointments, dried food, ink, and a spyglass.” Serik decided that he didn’t want to be dishonest with the old man.
“…And a few utility knives…and a curved shortsword. And a few finger knives. And a bow and arrow- it’s for hunting.”
The man seems satisfied "That's all the questions I have for you, traveler. However, if you wish to tell me anything else, feel free to do so.”
“I’m going to be practicing alteration spells.”
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 4, 2016 1:48:56 GMT -4
"MY NAME IS OF NO IMPORTANCE, YOU MAY CALL ME FLESH!" Fury shouting screaming man. "ULM. LOOK AT ME, AVANERO, DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOUR MORTAL HUSK? IS IT BUT PULSATING WIRES IN THE VAST MACHINE OF YOUR BODY?" Curiosity movement shout, stare intense. "DO YOU NOT SEE THE BROKEN FORM BEFORE YOU? DO YOU NOT WITNESS THE HUSK OF FLESH OF BONE THAT USED BE THE SAME AS YOU? I AM NOT YOU, ALIER'ZO, I AM SOMETHING MUCH MUCH WORSE." 
"PITY, FEAR, FURY, DISQUIET, I AM UNSATISFIED WITH MY EXISTENCE." Pulsating wires ooze, bad intensity.
"CARRYING GENTLY A SHARPENED FEMUR, COIN PRESSED MORTAL CURRENCIES, I DO NOT CARRY WHAT YOU CARRY, FOR I CARRY SAND, BONE, AND COIN." Furious fury fury fury fury fury fury
"I AM A MAN OF SCIENCE, I AM A MAN OF FURY, AND YOU WILL NOT OUTLIVE ME, OLIVIA." This man brings fear, harbinger of things to come. Intense.
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Post by llama on Oct 4, 2016 10:10:07 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 10:14:42 GMT -4
Alrighty, llama
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Post by debian budgie on Oct 4, 2016 11:29:18 GMT -4
Your long journey is brought to a brief halt by an old, decrepit looking man. He dressed himself in long, white robes, and you could barely see his face through his massive beard and incredibly bushy eyebrows. He seems quite interested in you at the moment, perhaps because you're the only one person passing this stretch of land at the moment
"Hello, traveler! It's nice to finally come across another soul on these long roads. The amount of people wandering about has diminished as of late, likely due to all the fighting going on recently. Oh? Haven't you heard? The old god has vanished! Pretenders and their faithful followers are taking up arms to claim the throne of god for themselves. It really is quite something. But, oh! Where are my manners! My name is Avanero of Man, might I ask what your name is?"
She looked over at the old man, and blinked. She nodded in agreement, it was an odd time to live in, and an even odder time to be exploring. Though, she hasn't really made up her mind on the situation. It's certainly chaotic.
“Y, yes, nice to meet you, my name is Laren.”
"Hm, that is indeed an interesting name. Might I be so brazen as to also ask where it is you're heading?"
"Y-yeah, it is," Laren said nervously, wondering if she should take it as a compliment or was damned with faint praise. It was certainly an odd, unusually simplistic name. A name was a relatively minor thing to be embarrassed by, though.
This old man seems awfully curious about her affairs, well, it would be rude to not answer, would it? She was sort of excited to speak about it. "Uh, I'm headed to Arcoscephale, to study the stars, I mean, and speak with those that can speak with the stars, if I can. I wish to learn more about the world too but I’m curious about those above the world. I thought it would be a good place to start, at least."
The old man seems quite elated at your willingness to answer his questions, and concentrates less on your answer and more on the fact that you answered him in the first place. "Ha! If only I was young enough to travel the world again. I fear this might be my last journey, traveler, and spending it talking with such nice folks is quite a boost to my spirit. Now, if I may ask, what exactly do you look like? An odd question, I know, but my eyes are failing me in my old age, and I can't quite make out your appearance."
“Uh, okay,” Laren said, coming her fingers to her deeply dark colored hair, “I, I have hair, it's all tied up together like in a braid, and, a face, with light colored eyes, and...” She glanced downwards, with tired, worried eyes, looking on what's on her person on the current time. “I’m wearing a shoulder bag, around my shoulder, and, uh, clothes.” Her descriptions, of course, weren't the best. She was wearing a relatively loose but thick, feminine tunic thing, with a plain scarf wrapped around her neck and head, and what seems to be a jacket around her, for warmth and protection, which covered her shoulder bag a little. She had leather boots on her shoes, as well. “A practical tunic, uh, a scarf, and boots. I’m a bit shorter than you, uh, and physically smaller too. I am fast though, surprisingly enough. Tan skin, freckled around my cheeks."
"If you could also tell me about yourself, that would be wonderful."
“It’s really, wow, do you really want to know? I’m, uh, an aspiring astronomer, and adventurer, who wishes to know more about the celestial bodies, and about the world outside my small but crowded city. They did have books, and I did have a telescope for use, I made a few notes and maps of the sky but, I feel it isn't enough, that I need to see the sky from different places, speak and interact with new people, broaden my horizons. That sort of thing.” She didn't really mention that she ran away, and left without a trace because she knew her parents wouldn't approve of her choice of personal study, but that wouldn't be important, wouldn't it? She did leave a note, and she was old enough to, but as the second to youngest, she didn't really have much inheritance of the items that she took.
The curious fellow listens carefully as you describe yourself, then glances down at your belt, as if interested in it. "As a final question, might I ask what exactly it is you have on your belt? Is it a pouch? Might I pry further and ask what's in the pouch? (Pocket contents and basic armaments; I.e a sword, a few coins, some pocket lint, etc)
“Well, what do you plan on doing with it?” Laren said, a bit defensive at this, clutching her shoulder bag. She smiled awkwardly, as she said, “Uh, it's actually a bag, filled with stuff for study! I, uh, have books, maps, compasses, dried up food, the mix.” She has a few books, some ‘borrowed’ from a local library, but the others from a bookshelf, enough coins to survive a few days, and a notepad, stuck within her bag, along with a few feathers. She also has an oddly fancy telescope, which closes up for portable use, along with a large, covered up knife, in which she doesn't plan to say. Goodness, she has a lot of stealable things. “I also have some cash, but it isn't much, and a canteen, too."
The man seems satisfied "That's all the questions I have for you, traveler. However, if you wish to tell me anything else, feel free to do so."
“Uh, thank you sir.”
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Post by Beo on Oct 4, 2016 14:34:59 GMT -4
"The name is Xochitl, Elder Avanero. Nice to meet you."
"I am heading to R'lyeh. I come from Mictlan."
A strange chittering sound, like bone against bone, comes from the nervous Xochitl. How does one cover up being a Tzitzimitl-- a skeleton, in common words? "I am tall and very skinny. We in Mictlan eat very simply, as you know." A somewhat strange giggle comes from behind the hood. "I am very pale, almost snow white, and have hazel eyes. I am wearing a light brown cloak and gloves. Under the cloak I wear a simple tan shirt and pants, as well as dark brown leather boots."
"In my possession, I have several coins and a.. Erm, bone. Not that I'd need it for replacements or anything, it's just a good luck amulet." He pauses. "That's it, I suppose. I guess you can say I'm travelling light. I'm a light person myself!"
"I am a practitioner of magic. I have spent two 'points' in Evocation and one in Enchantment."
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Oct 4, 2016 17:22:41 GMT -4
"My name? I am me, unique. If you must call me anything at all, speak to me as a slave does to his master. Call me 'Lord Ego'."
"Brazen? That is a thing to be cherished, in this land of worms who bind themselves in servitude to other worms. I come and go anywhere as I please, hither and thither, and without rhyme nor reason. The short answer is: I'm headed everywhere. But this road seems to lead to Property, and now I make my approach to take it as my own!"
"You wish for a description of me? Very well. I walk like a dancer, fluid like my values and my mind. My clothes are comfortable enough to keep out the cold, and uncomfortable enough to warrant a change! My eyes are black like an all-engulfing void, consuming and marking all that they look upon as my property! My face is smooth and free of blemish! And the rest of me is always obscured by the sun around my head! And finally, as you can no doubt tell, I speak like a poet.
"Allow me to reiterate. I am me, and therefore unique. There is nothing that I look upon and say 'I hate this. I will not let this become me.' That is the definition of a mind-phantom! I become as I please -- and am therefore happy beyond all measure."
"All my belongings are in that pouch. Its only contents are a mirror, so that I may gaze into my own eyes and see all that is mine!"
"I am acting as a conjurer --- that is the short of what I do, and I do it exceptionally."
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Post by nihilistkoala on Oct 4, 2016 18:51:08 GMT -4
"My name is Azorias I suppose."
"My destination is the land of Lemuria, I believe the mists hide great...power."
"People have often described me as tall and handsome, something to do with the face and the dazzling blue eyes. It's of little concern to me, the only beauty in me is this arm here, swathed in bandages as if it's a cocoon, waiting to give birth to a breathtaking butterfly. Other then that I suppose I just wear the standard cotton garb of a traveler with a warm woolen cloak."
"I am an artist and an enchanter, both literally and as a mage. Unfortunately I'm rather ahead of my time so I travel in search of a captive audience that will finally understand."
"In that sheath there? That is my one true love, Kira. Bless her soul, or don't rather. A fine steel blade with Kira embedded on the pommel. My pouch has all the travel necessities and tools for my work."
"That's really all there is to me. Just a simple man with a passion good sir."
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Post by Dex on Oct 5, 2016 5:26:38 GMT -4
"My name is Anomus Vudos, strange name I know but it's mine," I say as I attempts to cover up the sound of several of my loud gears.
"I plan on heading to Utgard, I wish to see the giants of old in all of their glory," I was obviously interested in them yes but I heard that there was sanctuary there for people of my kind.
The clockwork automaton shifted, obviously uncomfortable with the question. "I wear a cyan shirt with cobalt pants that reach down to my furred shoes. I have bronze 'skin'(bronze metal), I also have golden colored eyes(completely golden), I am very 'muscular'(lots of gears) and I am very tall around 7' 4"," he says.
"I am considered by many impatient, volatile and a bit crazy but in general I just don't find waiting an option and I like having something to do."
"Just a few coins and a map of Utgard. I don't need much."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 10:18:06 GMT -4
No robots in my medieval fantasy world dex, you silly boy
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Post by Dex on Oct 5, 2016 12:26:58 GMT -4
No robots in my medieval fantasy world dex, you silly boy What?! I would never play as a robot in a medieval, fantasy world. It's only a sapient clockwork machine that resembles a human, completely different! |
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Post by vammy on Oct 5, 2016 13:54:53 GMT -4
"Old man, my has been forgotten by time, I call myself Krv-Pijan."
"I'm going to the lands of Agartha to get my army."
" My appearance is clear to see to even those with blind eyes! My skin darker then charcoal, my foot long forked tongue hanging out of my mouth! White markings along my body representing my great clan. Old man listen closely because I'll only say this once. I have eight arms each three feet in length, my feet are clawed and on my twisted forehead sits a ruby inside my skin unrecoverable." ( He has no eyes but somehow sees.)
"I am a god! Love me with all your faith! There used to be many like me powerful blood magicians but only I survived! Because I'm stronger then all!"
" I have a wonderful blade of steel human, more powerful in the hand of me then any others."
" Old man my mercy must tell you. If you join me now you shall survive when the day of reckoning comes."
(He has 3 points in blood magic)
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Post by llama on Oct 6, 2016 8:55:07 GMT -4
"My name is none of your business." The reptilian man hissed, his lisp being heard underneath his heavy armor. The man wasn't all too proud of his name, because frankly, it was embarrassing; Hack Loopus. Ugh. Loopus. A truly despicable name. He completely ignores the question about location, due to him not being too proud about that; Midgard. A truly desssssspicable place.
"Your failure to see a legend walking before you is truly unfortunate." The reptilian man was quite an odd sight; he had a medieval kettle hat, which he secretly just used to keep the sun out of his eyes. He was clad in chain mail along with full metal bracers, boots, and both groin and shin guards, which one must assume covered his more vulnerable areas. His red, scaly skin could be seen only in the form of his snouted face nearly passing the brim of the kettle hat. His eyes were orange with a strikingly black slitted eye.
Loopus waved his elbow-length gauntlet in the old man's face, "Do you not see this?! It is truly my only item worth describing." It was a heavy one with spikes lined all along the knuckles and arm. His other arm was strangely uncovered.
The reptile giggles, "I knows some pretty advanced magic." (Two points in alteration)
(summary: a reptile dude that uses magic to enhance himself and his heavy armor and punch his enemies to death)
(note that i put two points in alteration instead of all three so that he could also have heavy army and be good at hand-to-hand combat.)
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Post by LNG257 on Oct 7, 2016 15:36:32 GMT -4
"Honestly, I have forgotten my name. My memory is spotty these days. Call me Barmiel, I guess." The hunched man-like figure says, drawing his cloak closer. "Agartha is my destination."
His voice is a croak, something unnatural in a mockery of humanity. At hearing the old man's question, he looks down at the dark robe, not doing a very good job of hiding his thick gray hands, just one part of his thick, hunched grey figure that, even though he was not too much taller than he faintly remembered having been, he seemed to tower over the frail old man. He had long forgotten how or why he was made this way, but once he had been a man. "I... I stand tall and firm, my armor as my body. The symbols of my God and my Nation firm around my neck. Blood staining my face..." He stops suddenly, unable to remember any more. Afraid of what he would remember, and the old man asks about his tale. "I fell. In battle, long ago. Or maybe it was just hours ago. I can't think straight, just the sight of you clouds my eyes in a red haze. I can't feel the air as it nipped at my ears, I can't feel joy for life as I once did. I know that once I was great, and I led an army." He takes a breath, raspy and stricken. "I don't know. I can't remember anything more."
The man rambled on, asking about his belt. He looked down there, as he could not remember what he had put there not an hour earlier. Attached to a frayed belt holding the robe to his thick midsection, was a scabbard for a much larger sword, occupied only by a small dagger now. A small charm was next to it, a tiny star made of four curving lines that made a perfect circle in the center, to four points where the lines met. He could not remember how the scabbard came to be empty, nor what the star meant. "My sword, lost. I found a dagger to keep in its place, and I keep the symbol of... something. Even though I try to remember, the memories slip away from my grasp, maybe they are lost forever. I am sorry."
A small light flashes in his hand, but darkens into a mixture of red and black, drawing blood from his own arm to fuel this opposite of light and joy. It stops as fast as it begun, and he cannot feel anything. Then it soothes itself, his skin thickening once again to seal up the holes. (1 point in Blood magic, 2 points in Alteration. If possible, the Blood magic is like twisted Holy magic, destroying life and bolstering the undead, and terrifying rather than inspiring, instead than the other way around. Also, this character is partially undead, but also alive in the most basic sense. So depending on stuff, he might be affected differently by some magic. I dunno.)
(I honestly have no idea how I'm going to go about with this character.)
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Post by Death on Oct 8, 2016 16:30:28 GMT -4
“Name’s Urok lad, go’ a drink on ye? No?”
“Erm, I’m ‘eaded for Utgar’, see if I can bag meself a giant. ‘Eard dey go fer a pretty penny.”
“Well, Oi’m abou’ seven foot two. I got very dark green skin fer an Ork, almost blend inta the surroundings I was tol’ by an ol’ Dwerf frien’ a mine. Dark eyes, I guess. I got light green coloured ‘air, as is common wiff us Orks. Oi’m wearin’ patchy armour, mixture of leather and metal aroun’ the arms, shoulders an’ legs, while I keep the real good stuff around me chest an’ ‘ead, nice steel, polished ‘til it’s silver, crafted by the finest dwarf craftsmen ya know.” The Ork feels around his pointed left ear, then remembers, “Oh ya, I lost most of me right ear, luckily most of it were superficial, the eardrum is still intact so I can ‘ear jus’ fine.”
“Grew up in the rough an’ tumble of livin’ in an Ork tribe, stole a’ couplea things, killed an Orc or two, put choice knives in some choice backs an’ next thing I knew I was in line to the throne. If only that Giantfucker Umgrush hadn’t thrown me to the wolves an’ had me exiled for the fact I use ‘un-orky’ magick.” He’d go on to mumble several Orcish obscenities involving Umgrush’s father, and how they were particularly familiar with goat mating rituals.
“Youse really want ta know a lot, don’tcha? A’ight. Well, I gots me my trusty silver blade, helps with the werewolves and other nasty bastards that wandered around back where I used ta live. Got some coins, a backup knife, a backup backup knife.” He takes out a deadly looking serrated blade, which is his backup backup knife. “Got me a longbow too, only got a few arrers left though, gotta get some more of them when I get to Ulgar’,”
“Nah, not much, fair travels, ol’ man.” He doesn't tell the man about his magic type, so he has a couple of tricks up his sleeve. (He has 3 points in Alteration.)
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