The Legends of Eroris: Brotherhood [OOC/Fantasy Medieval]

[Derelldia]

So I fancy making a Lupan Oppress Me Harder and I want to know:

1. How old would they roughly get to be?
2. Any ideas for a naming convention? Or shall I have to make that one up for myself?

They live about a long as a normal human. For naming convention... probably by Gaelic oriented with a slight Nordic Twist

That's fair for the age thing.
I was kinda leaning towards more of a Native American kinda vibe with the naming but I can jam with a Gaelic name they say while living in Northern Ireland

[Zanera]

How about the big wolfmen that talk in Irish accents?
"Top o the mornin' to ya!"

[Everhall]

How about the big wolfmen that talk in Irish accents?
"Top o the mornin' to ya!"

Oh god no...

*Tumbler Flashbacks*

NOOOOOOOO-

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

How about the big wolfmen that talk in Irish accents?
"Top o the mornin' to ya!"

begone, warcraft, begone!

[Zanera]

How about the big wolfmen that talk in Irish accents?
"Top o the mornin' to ya!"

Oh god no...

*Tumbler Flashbacks*

NOOOOOOOO-

I'm not sure what your flashbacking but I bet it's horrible and frightening enough...
...to implement!

[Everhall]

Oh god no...

*Tumbler Flashbacks*

NOOOOOOOO-

I'm not sure what your flashbacking but I bet it's horrible and frightening enough...
...to implement!

Legends of Erotic am I right?

[Zanera]

I'm not sure what your flashbacking but I bet it's horrible and frightening enough...
...to implement!

Legends of Erotic am I right?

Oh shit, Farnhamia is lurking.

[Everhall]

Legends of Erotic am I right?

Oh shit, Farnhamia is lurking.

*plays Jaws music as the mods approach*

[Zanera]

Oh shit, Farnhamia is lurking.

*plays Jaws music as the mods approach*

It's NSSummer. Wouldn't be surprised if they're hunting through threads smelling for...stuff, and things.

[Everhall]

Here is my final character for anyone to check out. TG me or send a message over discord if you need me to check something on the thread. ITS IC WRITING TIME

Avarice

Race: Reachman (Norman)

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 27

Appearance:

• Avarice is a Reachman of a middling height around '6 1". He is lean and muscular and he wears his light brown hair short with a small bang cut to the left of his face. He has often been described as handsome by peasant standards which has earned him quite the reputation among the ladies. He also has a short beard that wraps around the bottom of his face.

Class: Bard

Equipment:

• Wooden Lute
• Silversteel Sword (Stolen)
• Steel Dagger
• Leather Armor

Skills:

• If there were two things that has kept Avarice live after all these years as a mercenary it's his silver-tongue and quick-witts. He's been able to talk his way out of countless situations with just them alone, and it doesn't hurt his chances with the ladies. Though if there was one drawback to all this lying, it would be the enemies that he has made by swindling people out of their last bowls of dust. Whether that be the women in his bed or the Raj out on the street, it makes no difference.
• He is quite the skilled swordsmen being able to take on many opponents at once for a prolonged period of time. It has proved quite the useful skill when unable to proceed with words alone, which is the reason why he always keeps his sword handy.
• He also has quite the singing voice which has earned him the adornment and admiration of every woman west of the Grove according to himself. His passion for singing tunes or playing a ballad on his lute is only out weighted by his passion for money, power, and women.

Weaknesses:

• He has no friends. Emphasis on the "no" and "friends". He has allies, of course, who wouldn't? But he sees these allies as nothing more than lackeys or possessions for him to toy with whenever he wants.
• He'll often act upon his greed without thinking first about a plan of escape. Just recently he had a job in Harmon to watch over an old man's vault and... ended up clearing out the entire place, making off with a nice Silversteel Sword in the process.

Bio:
Avarice was born some thirty years ago in a small village outside of Solitude in the province of the Reach. There he lived with his mother, father, and four siblings under the name of Rodrick. Like most families that lived outside the walls of the city, his family was poor and worked a small farm near their village. Rodrick was brought up in this environment by his father who always taught him to seize his moment whenever possible. And his moment came when a passing band of troubadours came trough his village when he was fifteen years old. Noticing his talent for singing, and his aptitude with the lute, the band invited Rodrick to go along with them to Solitude to make his fortune, and Rodrick, mindful of the words of his father, accepted.
In Solitude, Rodrick would quickly learn the true way of the world. He lost the serene innocence of a child eager to explore the world and came to embody the one thing he wanted most: Greed. The band of troubadours quickly broke apart once they arrived in the city, leaving Rodrick to fend for himself in the crime-ridden streets of Solitude. He took several small end jobs, making bread, working as a harbor boy, and guarding merchants. And it was while he guarded these merchants that Rodrick began to feel the need for something... for everything! Which soon led him to the halls of the Order of Ryenar to become a mercenary.
He would quickly make himself at home within the Order finding the company of other men such as himself pleasant in the shit-hole that was Solitude. It was there that he learned to sword-fight, learning from his teacher Von all the things he had learned during his time as a mercenary. Rodrick quickly earned a name for himself, carrying out contract after contract in the name of gold and women. Eventually he took the name Avarice, meaning Greed in the old language, as a symbol of his new life, and continued on with his life enjoying every moment of it.
Recently, however, Avarice has left the Order of Ryenar upon hearing rumors of a certain Ark near a certain settlement. He has embarked on a quest to seek out the power of the artifact to finally fill the whole that he has so far been unable to fill.

RP Sample: Ha NOPE.

Personality: Avarice is the perfect word to describe Avarice because, well... he's greedy! Extremely so. He has made it his life goal to get what ever he wants when he wants it through hard work and perseverance be to gold, women, or power. He has as much fun as he can along the way, enjoying life as it is on his way to the top. Though, no matter how hard he tries, that whole in himself never seems to get filled... no matter. Perhaps this Ark of Pyrene could give him the power needed to do what ever he wants.

Likes: Power, Money, Women, Himself, Singing, Coning Others, Sex

Dislikes: Those who keep him from what he wants, the Rich, the Poor, everyone really, Honor

Voice: Troy Baker

Theme Song:
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[Haedros 92712]

Hey ever, you might have mentioned this before, but what tech level are we working with here? In terms of weaponry, utilities, stuff like that.

[Everhall]

Hey ever, you might have mentioned this before, but what tech level are we working with here? In terms of weaponry, utilities, stuff like that.

Pre-Reniassance. Banking is a thing and canons are very experimental weapons on the few ships that cannot afford a battlemage. They are quite inaccurate. Thus why we still have castles.

[The Mizarian Empire]

Tagging for the tag lords.

[Everhall]

Hey ever, you might have mentioned this before, but what tech level are we working with here? In terms of weaponry, utilities, stuff like that.

Pre-Reniassance. Banking is a thing and canons are very experimental weapons on the few ships that cannot afford a battlemage. They are quite inaccurate. Thus why we still have castles.

Actually no. Now that I think of it, canon do not exist. At least not in Eroris...

[Haedros 92712]

The Wanderschwert (Wandering Blades)

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Ruler: Adalhard Richter
Noble House: Democratic System, no set noble house
Province: Noravagg (I think that’s how you spell it.)
Domain: Far to the north, settled into the mountains, sits Wandering Keep, the capital city of the Wanderschwert.
Army:
While the Wanderschwert have no dedicated army, the mercenaries that are their people make up a sufficient fighting force, with numbers listed below:
Archers: Around 200 in number
Basic ground forces (footmen, axe wielders, etc.): Around 400 in number
Cavalry: Around 150 in number
Siege weapons: 2 ballista, 2 catapults, a battering ram
Navy: No notable naval force
Short History: Established after a large clash for power among the mercenaries of the north, who formed several small tribes during the early medieval days of Eroris. The small mercenary kingdom was established in the mountains to protect from invaders, and allow the people to come and go, but make it so outsiders would have a tough time even locating the kingdom. During its early days, it was a more feudal society, with multiple mercenary war lords clashing to hold the throne, with their subjects doing mercenary work only for them. However, as the kingdom became more civilized, it established a democratic system of government where for their whole life, a king held power, but upon death, a new king would elected. One of the automatic candidates for election was the first born child of the last ruler. Now, the kingdom sits on the brink of secession from the empire, as the king sits on his death bed, and power conflicts begin to arise.

Allies: Mercenaries across the continent
Enemies: (soon to be) The northern province
Goals: To create a prosperous and free kingdom.
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Conrad Richter “The Wandering Crow”

Race: Valyar/Nord
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Conrad has the ears, general facial stucture and build of a dark elf (if not a bit taller and more broad shouldered). He stands at 6’3 and weighs around 210 lbs. He lacks the skin color of a dark elf, however, due to his Nord father. Conrad’s long, light blonde hair covers his ears and obscures his true race most of the time.
Class: What is your class? Check out the classes held in TES Wikis for the classes of Eroris
Equipment:
- Crow Edge: Conrad’s Sword. It has a blade measuring 40 inches, a iron-gold crossguard, a red leather hand-and-a-half hilt, and a iron-gold pommel with Conrad’s coat of arms, a crow perched upon a burning tree, etched into the bottom. The blade holds several tunic inscriptions to shield it from destruction by most means, and one specific run on the hilt to prevent anyone but Conrad from picking to up and wielding it.
- “The Crow’s” Armor: Plated steel armor covered in various enchantment runes to protect better from physical attacks and help negate less powerful magic ones.
- Several various books: Exactly what they sounds like. When not in the middle of combat, Conrad typically reads books, anything from war strategy, to spell books, even to novels and epics of heroes.
Skills:
- Swordsmanship: Conrad is a master swordsman, with over ten years of experience wielding a blade. Conrad even specializes in his own swordsmanship style, known as the Dance of The Crow, an agile form of combat utilizing momentum and acrobatic based evading and attacking, as well as alternation between one and two handed sword fighting.
- Military Command: During his travels, Conrad has commanded multiple small armies during various fights amongst small mercenary factions. He is learned in military tactics, and is overall a natural born general due to his cool headed calculating personality.
- Magic: Conrad’s dark elf ancestry allows him to utilize the magic arts better than many. He specializes in enchantment, having placed many enchantments on his equipment to assist him in combat.
- Unarmed combat: Swords aren’t the only things Conrad knows how to fight with.
Weaknesses:
- Lacks empathy: Conrad’s ability to command can be undermined by his utter lack of empathy for anyone.
- Absoulutely sucks at bow combat: Need a description?
- Childhood trauma: Certain objects trigger a certain reaction from Conrad, specifically objects such as certain kinds of wine bottles, or broken chair legs, as these objects were often used during his childhood as tools to inflict harm upon him.
Bio: Conrad is the bastard child of Adalhard Richter and a Dark Elf who’s name is unknown. He spent most of his younger days hidden away from society because of his fathers disgrace. During this time, Conrad was abused by his father, who frequently lashed out against him whenever he became overwhelmed with one issue or another and turned to drink to sooth his mind. Conrad was born third out of five children, thus his father saw no issue in hiding him away as he did. However, one by one, each child was killed off in some way or another, until only Conrad and his two year old sister remained. Adalhard gave up his attempts to hide Conrad and instead introduced him to the public as the son of his eldest child, who would take his daughters as a candidate for the throne upon Adalhards death. This was when Conrad was 9.
By the time Conrad was 16, he had built up a reputation as a fierce warrior and mercenary, with an aptitude for magic. At this time, he was appointed two personal guards of skill equal to Conrad’s, in order to protect him on a journey throughout the empire that he had prepared to embark upon. These two guardsman were the Nordic swordswoman, and Conrad’s childhood friend and servant, Delmira Vogel, and the Aduran archer, Kellen Charnfa. Conrad and his party departed, traveling the land and partaking in a great many hunts and jobs, gaining a good bit of money, and a reputation. Word of their deeds spread throughout the provinces. Upon returning to Wandering Keep, however, he discovers his kingdom in a state of chaos. His father lies on his death bed, and the election for a leader doesn’t happen, as the throne is userped by none other than the kings trusted adviser.
RP Sample: My own RP (link to OOC in my signature, link to IC on OOC forum)

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Personality: Conrad is cold, determined, calculating, and logical. He spares himself no time for emotion, instead dedicating his life to becoming a fighter and mercenary to outshine the likes of his father. He has an extreme hate towards his father, evoked by the cruelty of his father throughout childhood. Conrad is very persuasive, and is a natural born leader, remain cool even under the most stressful circumstances.
Likes: Hunting, the thrill of combat, spicy food, vegetables, reading books (specifically epics about the heroes of the past)
Dislikes: His father, sweet things, sour food, overly loud or belligerent people.
Voice: Max Mittleman :
http://www.behindthevoiceactors.com/Max-Mittelman/
Theme Song:
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Delmira Vogel The “Steel Clad Valkyrie”

Race: Nord
Gender/Sex: Female
Age: 19
Class: Knight
Equipment:
- Steel Sword: A sword enchanted by Conrad to make it nigh impervious to damage. It has Delmira’s coat of arms, A dragon spitting fire, etched into the pommel
- Steel Dagger: Nothing too special about this thing.
- Armor: Steel plated armor, bearing similar enchantments to Conrad.
Skills:
- Weapons Master: Delmira is a jack of all trades when it comes to melee weapons wielding.
- Cold Determination: Delmira’s dedication to Conrad and his kingdom know no bounds, allowing her to fight through whatever suffering her work might bring her.
- Cavalry: Delmira has a good degree of experience fighting on horse back.
Weaknesses:
- A little too dedicated: Her dedication to Conrad could prove fatal, as she is willing to through her life on the line to save Conrad.
- Desperate Rage: A blessing and a curse, in the worst of situations, Delmira can enter a state of frantic rage where she feels no pain, or fear. This could easily get her killed.
- Empathy: Juxtaposed to Conrad, Delmira feels empathy for all, almost blindly trusting in her actions.
Bio:
RP Sample: Check Conrad’s app.


Personality: Delmira is a kind, energetic, and loud individual. She is good natured and friendly, incredibly trusting, and extremely sweet. She is a friend to all who don’t stand in Conrad’s way. Speaking of Conrad, she is head over heels for him. To quote Kellam Charnfa, “They don’t work on so many levels, and yet, they’re still so cute.”
Likes: Sweet things, cute things, Conrad, fighting alongside her allies, helping those in need.
Dislikes: Sour/Spicy foods, rude people, Kellen (just a little bit)
Voice: Amber Woods: http://www.behindthevoiceactors.com/video-games/Fire-Emblem-Fates/Soleil/
Theme Song:
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Kellen Charnfa The “Midnight Hunter”

Race: Aduran
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 21
Class: Thief.
Equipment:
Falcon Bow: A lightweight enchanted bow crafted by Kellen himself. It holds enchantments to forcibly increase the distance and accuracy of his arrows. The bow is also fireproof.
Steel dagger: Again, nothin special.
Boots: Leather boots with shock absorbers in the soles.
Cloak: A cloak that negates weak magic. When a key phrase is recited, it can allow the user to camouflage with darkness.
Skills:
- Archery: Not many can say the have outmatched Kellen in a contest of marksmanship.
- Acrobatics: “I could swear I saw him as part of a circus act. I think he was the guy on the trapeze.”- Some random fella
- Sneaky: “Quiet as a mouse, could rob an entire house.”- Fella who got robbed by Kellan.
- Charisma: “A whole lotta people call me charming. I’d say I’m a bit more handsome than that.” -Kellan himself.
Weaknesses:
- A bit too obsessed with... “promiscuous” activities: Keeping it Pg-13 though.
- Full of himself: “If this guys head were any bigger, he’d explode.” Delmira, The Steel Clad Valkyrie.

Bio: Two paragraph minumum.
RP Sample: Write it once, write it twice, my Rp link is just as nice.

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Nowhere near finished. Any thoughts ever?

[Everhall]

-Snip-

Looking good so far! Speaking of good, the IC is ready to be posted!

[Everhall]

THE IC HAS BEEN POSTED! (And you're gonna love my new writing style)

[Derelldia]

Fun and Funky IC stuff begins.
I should have my Lupan ready to be revealed SoonTM.

[Derelldia]

Iarlaith O' Kjotvis

Race: Lupan
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: A larger than average grey and white Lupan standing at 6'10"
Class: Barbarian
Equipment:

• Lupan Ceremonial Steel Beast Battleaxe (It's a battleaxe with the handle made of a large beast's bones with a steel blade)
• Two steel swords
• Leather Armour
• Assortment of things on his waist like a hook, a chain of skulls, and small bag of coins.

Skills:

• Expert Tracking Ability
• Incredible Stamina and Endurance
• Very capable at climbing most surfaces

Weaknesses:

• Weak to mind control magic
• Prone to angry outbursts
• Only thing he's smart at is what is the best way to kill something
• Has to deal with not being in full control of his werewolf side

Bio: Iarlaith was born to a small, nomadic, isolationist tribe of Lupans that still roamed the main continent, in the region of Norravägg. He grew up having almost no contact to other races, aside from seeing them from afar and hearing of how they have harmed the Lupan race in the past. The tribe held a long history of never staying in one place for more than a month, so relied heavily on a hunter gatherer lifestyle. This almost constantly wandering affected those within the tribe by relying on their senses more, which in turn created very excellent hunters and trackers within the tribe. During one winter Iarlaith managed to pick up the track of a Varanus, a large reptile like creature that lives typically deep within the Kingswood Forest, that had strayed too far out. This called the tribe into a hunting ceremony as it was rare for this large an animal to be this free to hunt, and hunt it they did. When the hunt was completed Iarlaith was presented with a gift for finding the creature, a battleaxe made from the bones of the beast slain and the finest steel the tribe could make.

Things couldn't be good forever though, they rarely were for Lupans. A surprisingly large bandit group discovered where the tribe was and raided it during the night time. Those on watch had managed to rouse the tribe to the raid, but not before some had been slain. Those that were willing to stay and fight so the majority of the tribe could flee, did so. This included Iarlaith. There was fighting through out the night, and most of the tribe had managed to get away... But not without losses being taken. Iarlaith was wounded enough during the fighting that the bandits thought he had died, and so avoided actually dying. Though this did mean that by the time he was ale to get moving again, he had lost his tribe.

With nothing but a battleaxe and some armour, Iarlaith made his way towards the Nordic city of Aleried. There he found work as a mercenary, doing odd jobs for whoever was paying and not asking much about what it was. Sometime this would land him in trouble, other times he'd be able to take sometime to himself. But over the years, his work as a mercenary would take him across the continent to whoever would be willing to hire him.

About two years after he began work as a mercenary and bounty hunter, Iarlaith was being contracted by a mercenary group based out Krarod. Had about 50 men in total in the group and worked as almost guards for the remote town, up in the mountains. A year before Iarlaith had joined there had been werewolf sightings not too far from the town, most thought it was only a single werewolf so never bothered much with it. That was up until a month into Iarlaith being part of the group did people begin seeing more than one werewolf at a time. The idea of a pack being formed not too far from a town seemed to scare most residents, but from that fear sparked a courage in the little mercenary group to go remove the werewolves before they become to much of a threat. After all, when people have only spotted two at a time, how much can two werewolves threaten about 50 capable men? How wrong they all were. Upon finding the den, there were easily about 8 werewolves in the pack already and from there it was just a slaughter of them all. Only about 5 managed to escape with Iarlaith being the rear guard for the men.

When nearing the exit of the den, Iarlaith was cut off from the other by two werewolves. The werewolves seemed to all stop and surround Iarlaith, almost as if waiting for a command. Then a werewolf, larger than the others, came forward and spoke to the Lupan, "Abandoned by your friends. Left to be torn apart by us 'monsters' as those outsiders would call us." The werewolf walked around Iarlaith as they spoke, but all the while slowly transforming into their non-beast state. What was a werewolf had now changed back into a relatively muscular orc woman. She reached out her hand to Iarlaith and continued, "You are strong though Lupan, and I wish to make your stronger. I am Urzoth Murbol, and I offer you the chance to be mine or to die." Without much hesitation, because it really didn't seem like she was bluffing, Iarlaith threw down his axe and took Urzoth's hand. Almost as soon as his hand touched hers her hand had changed into that of a werewolf's again and she gripped him, pulling him into her as the rest of her transformed as well. With the Lupan in her possession she bit down on his left shoulder, causing a howl from him.

The rest of the day, and the following few days, after that was a hazy mess that Iarlaith can't recall fully. Though the next thing he does remember is awakening in the den with his stuff strewn around him. He stayed with the werewolf pack for almost two years before leaving after an incident when Iarlaith lost his temper and killed a member of the pack while on a hunt. The other member on the hunt with them ran back to the den to report what had happened. From then on he has been moving around the continent, never staying in one place for too long, fearful of what will happen if that pack ever catches up to him.

RP Sample: The Elder Scrolls: the Gibbering's Gambit

Personality: Is generally angry and very aggressive in most towards other races and people that have annoyed him in the past, though he does try to be civil when in towns or when working with others.
Likes: Being out in the wilderness, Hunting anything
Dislikes: Most other races (especially Nords), Magic
Voice: Rough and Deep
Them Song: SIAMÉS - The Wolf
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[Danceria]

Yar har fiddle de dee, gonna be a pirate (if that's alright with ye).

[Everhall]

Yar har fiddle de dee, gonna be a pirate (if that's alright with ye).

Have you by chance seen the second post on this OOC. There's an entry that might interest you

[Ithalian Empire]

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34201760#p34201760

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34200159#p34200159

That should be all my apps finished. I'll get moving on an IC post as soon as these are accepted/kinks worked out if needed.

[Everhall]

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34201760#p34201760

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34200159#p34200159

That should be all my apps finished. I'll get moving on an IC post as soon as these are accepted/kinks worked out if needed.

All Accepted, knock em out

[Ithalian Empire]

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34201760#p34201760

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=34200159#p34200159

That should be all my apps finished. I'll get moving on an IC post as soon as these are accepted/kinks worked out if needed.

All Accepted, knock em out

Alright. Time to get on the IC than.

[Everhall]

All Accepted, knock em out

Alright. Time to get on the IC than.

And now the roster has been updated