The Legends of Eroris: Arrival |OOC|Fantasy-Medieval|

[Aidannadia]

shadow there is your post bud.

[Kuhlfros]

The character I'm making is going to be the Jarl of Nor, and he's pro-independence. Should I change that?

Well it could always change.

Also the capital of Snowhawk isn't Snowhawk, it's Årgin.

Oh I imagined the actual keep of Snowhawk was called Snowhawk in Argin

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

The character I'm making is going to be the Jarl of Nor, and he's pro-independence. Should I change that?

Nah, I can easily change it to say the Jarl of Thanemarch is a loyalist and you are a fellow Pro-independence

Alright. The app might be a while, I've got three and I'm focusing on the evil viking-pirate first.

[Shadowwell]

shadow there is your post bud.

post will be out shortly.

[Everhall]

May post again

[Aidannadia]

Is there one language?

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Finally posted.

[Shadowwell]

Anouncement

Hello all, this is nothing urgent, just don't get to use the big letters often, anyways, Could all people who have groups TG me the info about them? I will be making a lore page to contain them, for future reference. If you have questions TG me or ask in the OOC, but i would rather not bog down the OOC with such stuff, important though it may be.

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Aid, i think all have their own dialects atleast, though the races may have separate languages, lets assume they all speak common.

[Relikai]

I might create a Khanate, if I have the time. Or the Akou fella.

[Cainesland]

Can gnomes be a thing? Or no?

[Shadowwell]

Ok, post is out, will be going to bed soon, probably.

To Clarify, the groups mentioned in my announcement, for now will be ones connected to characters, the rebellion Nord forces, Shark's pirates, my assassins, that other guys mercanary company etc. Eventually however i will take suggestions for fully NPC groups, just for immersion purposes, as any place about to be war-torn would have atleast a few bandit groups and the like.

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Did Phaerl just do that? Oh, he does not take kindly.

[Everhall]

Can gnomes be a thing? Or no?

I don't think so.

[Everhall]

Did Phaerl just do that? Oh, he does not take kindly.

She has A LOT that's about to be dropped on her. That I won't reveal for her sub-plot reasons.

[Everhall]

May turn in early today.

Yep, will do.

As always send any questions to me and I will answer them on the morrow. Any suggestions and send it to me or my Co-OP (whoever is on)

Dank meme in the morning ASU. Good night or morning or whatever guys and gals.

Ever out

[Pillowlandia]

I just want to say, this is honesty just a really enjoyable RP thus far.

[Zyntorni]

Archibald is officially dead in the womb, never posted to the archive, Rest In Pepperoni you psychotic sideshow. ON TO A MORE SERIOUS CHARACTER!

Albrecht (AKA Iron-Hand) Amsel

Race: Nord/Vale (Father/Mother respectively)

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 134 (Elven half-blood)

Appearance: Tall, almost inhumanly muscular, Blonde hair, blue eyes, distinguishing features include giant scar from right ear to left nipple and prosthetic (metal) left hand (more below)

Class: Berserker (custom class)

Equipment: Enchanted gauntlet (left hand, more below), Full plate armor (throat to foot), Leather hood (to keep the wind and snow out of his face and his vision un-tampered)

Skills: abnormally strong (capable of lifting 800+ lbs) extremely high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: Minimal social graces, simple-minded, short temper for 'very rude people'

Bio: Born to Aurin Dorvas, and Ilian Damas, a Nordic historian and high-elven noble respectively. Albrecht was born as sharp-witted as they came. Most Nordic folk pinned him as a shining prodigy to replace his father, always learning and always eager to learn more about anything and everything. It was during a calm venture home alongside his father from their family's grand library near the center of Wolfhelm that a great tragedy occurred. Beset by muggers whom murdered his father before the young boy's very eyes, he attempted to protect his dying father vainly. Cut down and dumped alongside his freezing father's corpse in the middle of the wilderness, the young Albrecht prayed to all the gods both old and new to help him avenge all that was wrong in the world.

Some say it was the freezing cold, others say it was the god's cost, regardless, something answered the young boy's call. In exchange for taking any hope of a wise life, they bestowed upon him an unending will to endure and survive. Since then, young Albrecht took a personal vendetta against wrong-doers in Wolfhelm, bandits have nearly all but fled the growing city. While most would do little to suffer an unstable young man, the local lords and nobles alike have done their best to accommodate their beastly resident. While most would shun another mentally challenged poor man in their town, Albrecht has thrown himself into many a burning home or river to save the lives of both Nords and visiting foreigners alike. In exchange for his continued service, local mages gifted him with an enchanted gauntlet, a replacement for the hook he used to replace the hand he willingly gave in protection of those dearest to him. He has slowly begun to travel from Wolfhelm, some locals claim it is a call from the old ones, that he will end the wrongs against his kin or die trying.

RP Sample: I believe I have proven myself by this point

Personality:
Outside of combat: Kind, compassionate, charitable, less tolerant of non-nords but does his best to help everyone whenever mortally possibly, very simpleminded (bordering mental retardation) in social graces

Stoked to rage/forced into combat: Violent beyond comparison, literally froths at the mouth with rage.

Likes: Peace, an independent Nordic land, fish (large platter of fish+Garlic+butter= docile/sleepy Albrecht), the occasional alcohol, helping others selflessly

Dislikes: violent intolerance (open racism), pointless violence (more below)

Theme Song: Peaceful and Stoked to anger

Note: While Albrecht does his best to help anyone and everyone he can, he isn't a very sharp person. When pressed into violence, he will do whatever it takes to "save" everyone from violence, by the most extreme measures necessary. He has all the tact of a sledge-hammer. That said, when provoked, he isn't his normal 'happy, helpful' self. He becomes a near completely different person.

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[Everhall]

Archibald is officially dead in the womb, never posted to the archive, Rest In Pepperoni you psychotic sideshow. ON TO A MORE SERIOUS CHARACTER!

Albrecht (AKA Iron-Hand) Amsel

Race: Nord/Vale (Father/Mother respectively)

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 134 (Elven half-blood)

Appearance: Tall, almost inhumanly muscular, Blonde hair, blue eyes, distinguishing features include giant scar from right ear to left nipple and prosthetic (metal) left hand (more below)

Class: Berserker (custom class)

Equipment: Enchanted gauntlet (left hand, more below), Full plate armor (throat to foot), Leather hood (to keep the wind and snow out of his face and his vision un-tampered)

Skills: abnormally strong (capable of lifting 800+ lbs) extremely high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: Minimal social graces, simple-minded, short temper for 'very rude people'

Bio: Born to Aurin Dorvas, and Ilian Damas, a Nordic historian and high-elven noble respectively. Albrecht was born as sharp-witted as they came. Most Nordic folk pinned him as a shining prodigy to replace his father, always learning and always eager to learn more about anything and everything. It was during a calm venture home alongside his father from their family's grand library near the center of Wolfhelm that a great tragedy occurred. Beset by muggers whom murdered his father before the young boy's very eyes, he attempted to protect his dying father vainly. Cut down and dumped alongside his freezing father's corpse in the middle of the wilderness, the young Albrecht prayed to all the gods both old and new to help him avenge all that was wrong in the world.

Some say it was the freezing cold, others say it was the god's cost, regardless, something answered the young boy's call. In exchange for taking any hope of a wise life, they bestowed upon him an unending will to endure and survive. Since then, young Albrecht took a personal vendetta against wrong-doers in Wolfhelm, bandits have nearly all but fled the growing city. While most would do little to suffer an unstable young man, the local lords and nobles alike have done their best to accommodate their beastly resident. While most would shun another mentally challenged poor man in their town, Albrecht has thrown himself into many a burning home or river to save the lives of both Nords and visiting foreigners alike. In exchange for his continued service, local mages gifted him with an enchanted gauntlet, a replacement for the hook he used to replace the hand he willingly gave in protection of those dearest to him. He has slowly begun to travel from Wolfhelm, some locals claim it is a call from the old ones, that he will end the wrongs against his kin or die trying.

RP Sample: I believe I have proven myself by this point

Personality:
Outside of combat: Kind, compassionate, charitable, less tolerant of non-nords but does his best to help everyone whenever mortally possibly, very simpleminded (bordering mental retardation) in social graces

Stoked to rage/forced into combat: Violent beyond comparison, literally froths at the mouth with rage.

Likes: Peace, an independent Nordic land, fish (large platter of fish+Garlic+butter= docile/sleepy Albrecht), the occasional alcohol, helping others selflessly

Dislikes: violent intolerance (open racism), pointless violence (more below)

Theme Song: Peaceful and Stoked to anger

Note: While Albrecht does his best to help anyone and everyone he can, he isn't a very sharp person. When pressed into violence, he will do whatever it takes to "save" everyone from violence, by the most extreme measures necessary. He has all the tact of a sledge-hammer. That said, when provoked, he isn't his normal 'happy, helpful' self. He becomes a near completely different person.

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Approved. Into archives

[Pillowlandia]

Man this OOC is so cyclical, it's actually really entertaining

[Vanquaria]

Barog '’The World Breaker’' Balthazar

Race: Orc

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 80

Appearance: Standing at a towering, even for an Orc or High Elf, height of about 8.3 foot tall and weighing 485 pounds he possesses a muscle-bound body. Having sharp yellow eyes with sharp, slightly jagged teeth which can rip out flesh he resembles a savage beast

Class: Barbarian

Equipment:
Barog's War Helmet
Body Armour
Lower Body Armour and Foot Wear
Left Arm Armour
Right Arm Armour
''Elfen'' Bane'' Two-Handed Hammer
Back Shield

Skills:
Physical Abilities – Possessing tremendous strength, power, stamina, balance and dexterity Barog often bests his enemies physically. He also as a byproduct exudes a strong aura of ‘alpha beast’ and easily intimidates.
Skilled Hammer/Mace Wielder - Barog's physicality powers his prowess in his field of weaponry to devastating effect
Tactician – He has earned this the hard way
Leadership/Orator - He has been in a leading role since his childhood and his passion fuels his speaking. Masses gather behind him.
Iron Will - He has the patience of a tortoise and the will that can only be swayed by death itself.

Weaknesses:
Magic - One thing Barog has yet to get his head around, vulnerable to its effects
Reckless - Takes risks without care for consequence, only for success
Speed - A walking hulk walks for a reason
Diplomacy – He sees his way as being the right way and feels talking is for theweak
Knowledge – His general knowledge about the big wide world and the affairs of the nations is quite poor

Bio:
Born to slave parents in the province of Valyaria his childhood was marked by tragedy, pain and humiliation.

Separated from his parents when he reached his teen years he was forced to work in infrastructure for his masters. Soon he met other young Orc blood and quickly assumed a role of leadership naturally as he was stronger and taller than his peers already.

As the years past he became close to his friends and he grew each day from the harsh working environment that he lived in. They always knew that if they kept going on the path they were on they would forever be nothing but slaves. Yet none of them acted out of fear. Tragedy struck when a couple of his closet friends were killed by an accident while working. They did not receive proper burials by the master and Barog, who was at this time 20, and the others were forced to bury them someplace quiet.

That incident lit the sparks in Barog's heart. After that day he observed his master with hatred. The thought of revenge engulfed his mind. Days turned into months and months into years. The Orc began to watch the actions of his master, realizing one day that that his people were not viewed as fellow Elfen, not even slaves but as tools. Barog hated and as he hated he began to come upon a very radical idea...rebellion of the Orc against all the other Elven peoples.

He spread this idea to his group of now 5 mates and they all believed that this would be the right path to take if the Orc were to be released from the chains of slavery forever. Thus a plan was set, a plan that would take a span of 2 years.

One fateful morning when their wealthy Valyar master who had grown naiive, thinking that his Orc slaves who had served him since youth would never oppose him, faced a bunch of Orc men that had grown strong through the chains of slavery. Soon an Elven man was slain by make-shift weaponry by the Orc.

After a period of quick scavenging for supplies the group of 6 Orc led by Barog escaped the estate towards the wild lands. It was from there that they launched attacks against Elven villages and travelers. The raids were at first just stealing for food but they evolved into the stealing of weaponry then finally to violent attacks which saw the mutilation and hanging of Elfen people from trees.

Their priority was to always ensure the freedom of other Orc slaves, all their attacks were purely for this sole goal. As their numbers rose and growing a reputation for indiscriminate violence towards other Elfen Barog’s band named themsleves, ‘’Blades of Freedom’’. But Barog knew that his actions would not be enough for his ultimate goal of a mass Orcish uprising against the whips of their Onyaar masters.

After decades of growing his band in the deep, almost unhabitable wild while suffering losses and tragedies against the many warriors sent to hunt them down word finally came to him of the hidden Orcish strongholds that remained the last sanctuaries for all Orcish.

Leading his now hundred strong Orcish raider band there to the stronghold of Korrag. The journey to the mountains was not easy, not easy at all. But Barog’s will remained firm and finally they reached the Orc stronghold. What he saw there angered him.

There was fierce infighting between chiefs for power and the ridiculous aim to grow their harems! Though anger burned Balthazar was patient, spending time watching quiet (sometimes even influencing outcomes of certain conflicts between tribes) while massing his followers in the shadows with the promise of greatness for all the Orc. This was the beginning of a 20 year effort, filled with setbacks and more deaths of his comrades yet Barog's almost unnatural iron will remained unshaken.

At last it was deemed right for the Orc people to finally see the light.

A black sky seemed to sweep over a certain Orc stronghold by the name of Gha Kurdrugh as a lone, unknown giant Orc warrior approached the gates of the village and roared a challenge while being under the range of arrow tips aimed at him from the village walls.

He had challenged the Chief of Gha Kurdrugh to a duel for the title of chiefdom. The Chief was a renowned warrior, having slaughtered countless fellow Orcs for his crown. The Chief’s massive form soon rose from the stronghold’s entrance and thunder crackled as two warriors, each with very different goals, faced each other…


RP Sample: ENJOY

Personality: Dark and Stone-Hearted he often takes a very direct, bloody route to achieve his goals. Yet he also is able to respect those he deems worthy and also has a place for those close to him, treating them with respect, dignity and a little bit of tough love.

Likes: Good Meat, Orcish children, Success, Freedom, Merciless Death to his enemies, Respect

Dislikes: Mercy, Bad Meat, Money, Slavery, Other Elves, Laziness, Chivalry, The Idea of ''Gods''

Voice: Azog

Theme Song: Black Blade

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[Everhall]

Barog '’The World Breaker’' Balthazar

(Image)

Race: Orc

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 80

Appearance: Standing at a towering, even for an Orc or High Elf, height of about 8.3 foot tall and weighing 485 pounds he possesses a muscle-bound body. Having sharp yellow eyes with sharp, slightly jagged teeth which can rip out flesh he resembles a savage beast

Class: Barbarian

Equipment:
Barog's War Helmet
Body Armour
Lower Body Armour and Foot Wear
Left Arm Armour
Right Arm Armour
''Elfen'' Bane'' Two-Handed Hammer
Back Shield

Skills:
Physical Abilities – Possessing tremendous strength, power, stamina, balance and dexterity Barog often bests his enemies physically. He also as a byproduct exudes a strong aura of ‘alpha beast’ and easily intimidates.
Skilled Hammer/Mace Wielder - Barog's physicality powers his prowess in his field of weaponry to devastating effect
Tactician – He has earned this the hard way
Leadership/Orator - He has been in a leading role since his childhood and his passion fuels his speaking. Masses gather behind him.
Iron Will - He has the patience of a tortoise and the will that can only be swayed by death itself.

Weaknesses:
Magic - One thing Barog has yet to get his head around, vulnerable to its effects
Reckless - Takes risks without care for consequence, only for success
Speed - A walking hulk walks for a reason
Diplomacy – He sees his way as being the right way and feels talking is for theweak
Knowledge – His general knowledge about the big wide world and the affairs of the nations is quite poor

Bio:
Born to slave parents in the province of Valyaria his childhood was marked by tragedy, pain and humiliation.

Separated from his parents when he reached his teen years he was forced to work in infrastructure for his masters. Soon he met other young Orc blood and quickly assumed a role of leadership naturally as he was stronger and taller than his peers already.

As the years past he became close to his friends and he grew each day from the harsh working environment that he lived in. They always knew that if they kept going on the path they were on they would forever be nothing but slaves. Yet none of them acted out of fear. Tragedy struck when a couple of his closet friends were killed by an accident while working. They did not receive proper burials by the master and Barog, who was at this time 20, and the others were forced to bury them someplace quiet.

That incident lit the sparks in Barog's heart. After that day he observed his master with hatred. The thought of revenge engulfed his mind. Days turned into months and months into years. The Orc began to watch the actions of his master, realizing one day that that his people were not viewed as fellow Elfen, not even slaves but as tools. Barog hated and as he hated he began to come upon a very radical idea...rebellion of the Orc against all the other Elven peoples.

He spread this idea to his group of now 5 mates and they all believed that this would be the right path to take if the Orc were to be released from the chains of slavery forever. Thus a plan was set, a plan that would take a span of 2 years.

One fateful morning when their wealthy Valyar master who had grown naiive, thinking that his Orc slaves who had served him since youth would never oppose him, faced a bunch of Orc men that had grown strong through the chains of slavery. Soon an Elven man was slain by make-shift weaponry by the Orc.

After a period of quick scavenging for supplies the group of 6 Orc led by Barog escaped the estate towards the wild lands. It was from there that they launched attacks against Elven villages and travelers. The raids were at first just stealing for food but they evolved into the stealing of weaponry then finally to violent attacks which saw the mutilation and hanging of Elfen people from trees.

Their priority was to always ensure the freedom of other Orc slaves, all their attacks were purely for this sole goal. As their numbers rose and growing a reputation for indiscriminate violence towards other Elfen Barog’s band named themsleves, ‘’Blades of Freedom’’. But Barog knew that his actions would not be enough for his ultimate goal of a mass Orcish uprising against the whips of their Onyaar masters.

After decades of growing his band in the deep, almost unhabitable wild while suffering losses and tragedies against the many warriors sent to hunt them down word finally came to him of the hidden Orcish strongholds that remained the last sanctuaries for all Orcish.

Leading his now hundred strong Orcish raider band there to the stronghold of Korrag. The journey to the mountains was not easy, not easy at all. But Barog’s will remained firm and finally they reached the Orc stronghold. What he saw there angered him.

There was fierce infighting between chiefs for power and the ridiculous aim to grow their harems! Though anger burned Balthazar was patient, spending time watching quiet (sometimes even influencing outcomes of certain conflicts between tribes) while massing his followers in the shadows with the promise of greatness for all the Orc. This was the beginning of a 20 year effort, filled with setbacks and more deaths of his comrades yet Barog's almost unnatural iron will remained unshaken.

At last it was deemed right for the Orc people to finally see the light.

A black sky seemed to sweep over a certain Orc stronghold by the name of Gha Kurdrugh as a lone, unknown giant Orc warrior approached the gates of the village and roared a challenge while being under the range of arrow tips aimed at him from the village walls.

He had challenged the Chief of Gha Kurdrugh to a duel for the title of chiefdom. The Chief was a renowned warrior, having slaughtered countless fellow Orcs for his crown. The Chief’s massive form soon rose from the stronghold’s entrance and thunder crackled as two warriors, each with very different goals, faced each other…


RP Sample: ENJOY

Personality: Dark and Stone-Hearted he often takes a very direct, bloody route to achieve his goals. Yet he also is able to respect those he deems worthy and also has a place for those close to him, treating them with respect, dignity and a little bit of tough love.

Likes: Good Meat, Orcish children, Success, Freedom, Merciless Death to his enemies, Respect

Dislikes: Mercy, Bad Meat, Money, Slavery, Other Elves, Laziness, Chivalry, The Idea of ''Gods''

Voice: Azog

Theme Song: Black Blade

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Accepted into the archive.

[Everhall]

Maybe you rushed into that rebellion a little bit fast...

[Zanera]

So I just say Hell?

Call the Hell of Eroris

The Dreadlands
or just Dread

What in Dread is that!?

A'ight, that's pretty good.

[Relikai]

*Still waiting on Tophat*

[Everhall]

The Legends of Eroris II: Dread

Coming Later.... Like waaaaay later.