Yigros [OOC | Fantasy]

[WhatsamattaU]

TAG

[Novas Arcanum]

I remeber first playing and losing interest due to the lack of interaction. Maybe things will be different this time.Anyways


Tag!

[The Cyberiad Council]

Grzechy Lazare

Name: Harrow Lovelock

Accepted, but we'll talk about how the meteor thing will work

Name: Arbotaur Forge-Master

Accepted, this fits in very well with some of the things I had planned

Name: Aesther Rose

Also mind yeeting a map up?

Accepted, we'll talk about the key because exorcising demons means something different in Yigros. I'll be putting a map together in the near future.

Name: Sissethesä Tsesasshan (Known as 'Sesa' to select outlanders)

Accepted

[The Cyberiad Council]

whew

[Union Princes]

Name: Sir Sterlane Klefford aka (The Red Dog)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 37

Weapons: Zweihander, Poleaxe Halberd
Magic User: N
Tier 10 - A physically, 10 - B intellectually

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Personality: A Brutish swordsman who doesn't hold a high regard to his noble title as a knight. Not because his is cynical but more like he feels he doesn't fit the noble title with his 6' 2" stature. Despite his grumpy and brooding attitude, Klefford is a loyal and steadfast ally on the battlefield. He sometimes writes or read letters sent from home.

Though not very religious, he still believes in Krall. At least the combat and war part of him. And he could care less of what others think of him as he doesn't shy away from combat.

Bio: Being the second son and middle child of the Klefford family, Sterlane wasn't expected to inherent the family's property but still had to undergo the same education with his older brother. Constantly being in his brother's shadow, Sterlane wanted to prove his mettle to his parents despite the fact that he was impressive enough in his own right. When he was twelve, the education diverged. His brother, Gehrman, began to be educated in finance, leadership, and minor politics while Sterlane simply continued his training to be a soldier as he exercised day and night with hsi training sword. At 16, it became clear to Sterlane that he needed to seek his own fortune elsewhere as his brother and sister had their roles already planned out for them. At least he was given a choice on where to go as he took up a spare claymore and spear and set out to make his destiny at age 18 after being knighted by his father's liege.

He joined the Seekers as soon as he heard of them requesting for more members. Sterlane, while disappointed at first at this supposedly treasure hunting party, quickly gained status as one of the organization's main muscle. Due to Sterlane's height and strength, he was there when the party faced a horde that they needed to cleave through; he was there to be their bodyguard after they secure an artifact; and he was there when they need heavy lifting in general.

And now, 19 years later, Sterlane Klefford is a battle-hardened warrior of the Seekers. While his siblings elevated the family name among the kingdom, Sterlane assisted the Seekers in many of their exploits though he hardly takes credit for his contributions.
Skills:
- Master Swordsman with a Zwiehander
- Excellent with a polearm such as a spear or halberd
- Depending on the weapon, Sterlane is great against clearing out hordes or dealing with a armored enemy.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings:Despite on how competent he is as a soldier, Sterlane is no commander or strategist. He just never got the education nor gained enough experience to lead groups of men into victory. There are moments where he is only fighting for himself when combat gets fierce as he doesn't have the time nor will to aid his comrades in battle.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Thank you! Happy to be here!

[Impeck]

Name:Damas (Pronounced Day-Miss)
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Age:31

Unkempt black hair, brown eyes. 5 foot 11. Looks muscular in the arms. Calloused hands. Other than that, average appearance.

Weapons: 15 Kylie boomerangs, 2 returning boomerangs. Not really a weapon, but he does have leather armor.
Magic User:N
Tier 9C in terms of throwing boomerangs, 10B intellectually and physically


Personality Damas is a quiet, calm man. He will respond if asked. Patience is his strong suit. He developed it from hunting. If the cause is just, he is loyal. Damas will help someone if they are in need.
Damas is not religious.
Bio: Damas was born outside a quiet village in the savanna. For reasons unknown (currently), his parents left him at age eight. The only thing that his family left behind was a boomerang. At first, he could only manage to kill a couple of birds to survive off of. But soon enough he began killing enough birds to sell a surplus. All of that surplus was spent on better supplies, cooking utensils, and other essentials. He grew fond of the town near him (Kastir) and sometimes donated dead gazelles to people needing food. But soon that wasn't what people needed.

A drought struck, and the town fell into disarray. The small lake near the town started to evaporate. Desperately, the town called a meeting to find a solution. They could think of only one: The Seekers. Damas was to be sent to The Seekers to find an artifact that could end the drought. Damas agreed. He is determined to find it, no matter the cost. Patience isn't an option for him anymore. He must hurry.
Skills: Expert at throwing boomerangs, and pretty good at carving and making them, Decent at cooking, Good survivalist and hunter, alright at tracking.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings:Not great at fighting hand to hand, abysmal at fighting with a sword or other sharpened melee weapon.

[Gerdon Laughis]

How does a Minotaur Knight sound?

[The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune]

Name: Rok'un Dogra'Kul Aka Rok of the Sand
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Age: 32

Weapons: Shaman's Staff
Magic User: Y
Tier Physically 10-B, magically low 7-C

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Personality: Rok'un is a very no-nonsense, quiet type of individual, being shorter with words than she is with money. She is more than patient, having spent years learning just to breath and focus. She, however, has no patience for mischief or delays and prefers her dealings to be swift and to the point. She isn't quick to make friends, but is very loyal to those she does have. She also has a very hard to rouse anger

Bio: Rok'Un was born to Dogra Jal'An, a warrior of the Mithrak clan of Orcs, one of the various nomadic warrior clans of the Varok, the Orc word for the expansive desert where most of the orcish clans make their home. The Mithrak were particularly known for their honor and their willingness to reject anything and everything that put their honor at stake. Including their own.

When Rok'Un was twelve, she was brought into the Caverns of Nul, the desert orcish name for Krall. There she was painted and marked to become a warrior for her tribe, like most children her age were. However, when casting her fates on dragon's knucklebones, the eldest shamans of the desert proclaimed a dark future for Rok'Un, one that would eventually dishonor her clan. Following their tradition, the clan set Rok'Un adrift upon the sands, letting her roam, doomed to die. And she accepted that she would. But, out of the dust, came a fellow orc. His name was Kel, and he brought her back to his oasis. There he nourished her back to health and after hearing her story, offered to initiate her into his order, the Lifebringers, servants of Terran, who is known to the desert folk as Orla. Forsaking her name, Rok'Un Dogra'Kul became Rok of the Sand, apprentice to Kel.

Ten years passed in the desert, and Rok became contented with her life of meditation and tending to the oasis. But then, out of the dust, rode a warband of Mithrak Warriors. They burned the Oasis, killed Kel, and left Rok for dead. Rage fueled her to get back up. She traveled across the desert to the Mithrak village. The stories of what happened next became legend. Thorny vines crushed homes, monsters rose from the desert sand, devouring the Mithrak as they ran, and finally the harsh desert sun seared away the remains of the village.

It was with the genocide of her own people that Rok left the desert behind, seeking penance in the world beyond. She eventually found herself in Carvhail, and decided that a lifetime of service to the Seeker's would be an excellent penance for her past crimes.

Skills:
Druidic Magic- Plant and animal control, Wildshape/transformation
Staff Proficiency
Language Skills- Common/Human, Orcish, Druidic


Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings:
Haunted by her past
Not very trusting at all
No tolerance for waiting
Self-hate

[The Cyberiad Council]

Name:Damas (Pronounced Day-Miss)

Accepted, Looks pretty good, but just know that the exact nature of the Seekers isn't known by everyone (they know the hunt treasure, probably). And they don't just give out artifacts, so your character will probably know he'll have to steal the relic/artifact once he gets close enough and they find one.

Name: Rok'un Dogra'Kul Aka Rok of the Sand

Accepted, but know that there is a race called 'Kels' that serve the god Heth, so, do with that knowledge what you will.

[The Cyberiad Council]

Name: Sir Sterlane Klefford aka (The Red Dog)

accepted

[Auphelia]

What is this?

A tag?

Oh my.

[Ormata]

Tag

[Vulnier]

Le Tag.

[Danceria]

Tag. Do ya need a cleric? A ranger? A cleric with a penchant for arrowing things to death?

[Tasuirin]

Tag. Do ya need a cleric? A ranger? A cleric with a penchant for arrowing things to death?

Arrows are always good.

[The Cyberiad Council]

Tag. Do ya need a cleric? A ranger? A cleric with a penchant for arrowing things to death?

A cleric could possibly fit, but I think a ranger might have less complications. Because the Seekers are their own organization, so if you can have your members not having possible conflicts of interest as far as whom to work for that is always best

(A cleric would be an Aarkin priest probably)

[Danceria]

Tag. Do ya need a cleric? A ranger? A cleric with a penchant for arrowing things to death?

A cleric could possibly fit, but I think a ranger might have less complications. Because the Seekers are their own organization, so if you can have your members not having possible conflicts of interest as far as whom to work for that is always best

(A cleric would be an Aarkin priest probably)

I see. So if I were to go with a ranged attack boi, they would be a mage of Aarkin? As in, someone who can cast heal as well as be a firebolt dispenser?

[The Cyberiad Council]

The Aarkin are priests of Mu'Rhodin, they don't use normal magic. They use 'The Light'

[The Cyberiad Council]

If you jump on the discord I can discuss it easier

[The Cyberiad Council]

Name: Brol Shada
Gender: male
Race: Human (Silvertongue)
Age: 42

Weapons: A steel dagger
Magic User: N (only passive silvertongue)
Tier 10-A | Silvertongue bypasses conventional defenses

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Personality: A maverick if there ever was one, Brol seems like a braggart and otherwise very outgoing and gregarious. He has a magnetic personality, seeming to always have the right thing to say, amicable to the point of being almost alarming, but not enough for anyone to put their finger on. He is always playing an angle, a con man to his very core.

Bio: Brol was born under a different name in a small agrarian town in the far north, to the point that they struggled to grow enough food before the bitter winter set in. As a young boy, Brol hated the hard, manual labor. He was often sick, and his poor health was often an added burden to his family. When he was still only a child, a brutal winter swept down from the north several months early. Their small town was under siege by snjókall, monstrous brutes from the far north that carried the full fury of winter with them. The cold killed their crops and the snow quickly made travel impossible. Starvation was inevitable, but the family made one final choice, to give Brol, the youngest, the last of their food, enough supplies to get him south to the nearest city not wiped out by the tempest. He made it, but not in time to send help for his family. Brol was a child, alone and destitute, but he began to realize something amazing. People just seemed to believe him and listen to what he said.

Eventually, he discovered he was something called a 'Silvertongue'. Humans who's speech is extremely suggestive. They are natural con artists, and demagogues. Those skilled in speech craft can even heavily influence the actions of others. Silvertongues are widely hated and viewed suspiciously, but they are difficult to pin down, and very good at playing innocent. Brol began to practice his craft, along the way finding the seekers and helping them from time to time with relic acquisitions that require more... finesse. But Brol's infamy began to spread. He opened a tavern in Carvhail, the Hanged Drakon. No kingdom, lawman, or bounty hunter dare interfere with Brol Shada. He was known to be a fence of stolen goods, keeper of interesting secrets, and middleman to those who needed things done. Everyone was welcome in The Hanged Drakon, be them Elf, Human, Dwarf, Orc, or any other Race under Slonnas.

Patrons came from all over Yigros to find work or hear the goings on in the world, which Brol always managed to know. A few even rumored he had a pact with a Kel. Despite his many Secrets, Brol is nearly universally respected. He talked his way out of an execution in Eithermark, sold the King of Bordral his own castle, escaped the clutches of the Guards of Isloni, beat a Orcish warlord in trial by combat, and won the Tavern from its previous owner in a game of dice. Very few dare disrespect the sanctity of The Hanged Drakon; thieves and criminals know that they can have a single night of safety if they make it to the Tavern, and even the Orcs know they will not be persecuted there.

Skills: Grifting, sleight-of-hand, long cons, fast talking, and thinking outside the box.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings:Not a skilled fighter in either hand-to-and or with blades. He has a reputation which can sometimes get him in trouble with people who he's had past dealings with. His abilities are far from reliable or definite, people who know his tricks are almost entirely invulnerable to his speech craft, and even those that don't can resist if they are determined.

[Futrellia]

I'll just leave this here for now

Name: Kyler Andonar
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 34

Weapons: Inscripted and custom Inquisitor longsword (Sigil of the Aarkin at the pommel with the words "What lurks in the Dark will be brought to the Light" in Jul on both sides of the blade.
Two steel daggers bearing the Aarkin sigil at the pommel sheathed in leather on both sides of his waist
Magic User: N
Tier 8-C with Ether

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Personality: Years of fierce battle have hardened Kyler's heart and mind, making him an unpleasant man to work alongside or learn from. He devotes himself completely to Rhodin so much so that he would be labeled a "hard-liner" within the Order. He is without much humor and tends to be annoyed by silly or even humorous people. Nobody knows exactly what happened to make Kyler like stone, but whatever it was stripped him of all life and soul.

Bio: Kyler was born to Samwell and Ashel Andonar within the small village of Aggia, a farming-focused community of forty. His father was a fieldhand that helped in the harvest while his mother was the village seamstress, repairing the damaged garments and clothing of Aggia's townfolk. The village was the only one within a thirty mile radius and was frequently used as a waystation for weary travelers. Three days after Kyler's fifth birthday, a band of highwaymen descended on the village, looking to steal whatever valuable items the town had collected over the years, killing any who got in their way. Sadly, a majority of the men of Aggia descended on the bandits with axes, daggers, hatchets, scythes, anything they could use as a weapon. They were all slaughtered and fires began spreading throughout the straw buildings. His mother instructed Kyler to abandon the village and run as far away east as he could, towards the closest settlement, which was still a thirteen and a half hour walk from there. Nevertheless, his mother promised him that she would survive if he just found somebody to help him. So he ran and never stopped running. When he reached a passing band of Aarkin priests, led by a man called Macellus an hour later, the boy was on the verge of exhaustion so great it nearly killed him. Panicked, he convinced the party of Priests to investigate and try to help his village. By the time they arrived, the Highwaymen were long gone and his village torched. His father's body was found and every other's, except for his mother's. Not wanting to abandon the defeated child or leave him at the doorstep of an orphanage, Macellus took him as his own and returned to the regional Aarkin Temple in Carvhail. For the first three years, Macellus taught the boy reading, writing, mathematics, including survival skills. He pushed the boy to be better than he was the previous day. He inspired him, gave him strength, put fear and an undying love of Rhodin in his heart. When the day came on his eighth nameday, Kyler was asked to pledge himself to Mu'Rhodin to receive the Light. He gladly accepted and performed the rite of vassal, becoming a sacred member of the Aarkin, feeling the might of the Ether as it wrapped around him within the Courtyards of the Aarkin Tower.

After his coronation as a Priest of Aarkin, he and Macellus returned to the Carvhail Temple, where Macellus retained his position as Battlemaster, training the new generation of Priests to fight and Kyler become his assistant. When Kyler was 26, he took over as Battlemaster for Macellus, who had been dealing with health problems and needed constant prayer time within the seclusion of the Prayer Tombs deep under the Temple. He was eventually chosen to assist the Seekers in their matters and was forced to leave his position as Battlemaster and the weakened Macellus.

Skills: Being a Priest of Aarkin, he has placed all of his faith and well-being within the arms of Mu'Rhodin, it has therefore enhanced his constitution and strength.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings:

[Toaslandia]

tag

[Toaslandia]

Name: Pyrrha Arkos
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 19

(just imagine her realistically)

Weapons: Spear, sword, shield, and armor
Magic User: Yes, she can jump higher than an average human and run faster than one.
Tier 8-B

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Personality: Cheerful, nice, and charitable

Bio: Pyrrha Arkos was born to a retired mercenary in a small village called Nikolvia. From the age of six, she begged her father to train her to fight. He gladly obliged, and taught her how to fight with a sword, spear, and shield. When she was seven, she and her father were in the woods practicing when they heard screams from the village. Grabbing their weapons, they rushed to the village, only to find a bandit tribe had attacked it, killing the few guards the village actually had. Pyrrha's father rushed to their home, only to find it burned down. He wasted no time packing their things and heading out to once again, become a mercenary. Pyrrha joined her father on most of his missions, learning from practice and experience how to fight. But what she really loved was he father's spear, a gold and red one that was extremely powerful. She yearned to have that spear, until one day she gained it in the worst way possible. While on a mission when she was eighteen, her father was ambushed and killed. Filled with rage, she ran faster than she ever could and was soon right behind the bandit who had killed her father. Picking up his spear, she impaled the bandit, and turned to fight the other one, only to see him running for his life. Still filled with rage, she jumped and landed in front of him, swinging her spear on the way down, killing him on impact. After her rage was finished, she was terrified with her powers, until she realized she could join up with the Seekers and help people. She joined at the age of eighteen and has been with them for about one year.

Skills: Great at using a spear, sword, and shield. Athletic.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings: She is terrified of killing or injuring an innocent, making her hesitate if an action or order might harm an innocent. She holds a deep resentment for bandits and criminals, meaning she might not think straight when approached by one, even if they are an informant.

[Union Princes]

[spoiler]

Name: Pyrrha Arkos
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 19

(Image)(just imagine her realistically)

Weapons: Spear, sword, shield, and armor
Magic User: Yes, she can jump higher than an average human and run faster than one.
Tier 8-B

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Personality: Cheerful, nice, and charitable

Bio: Pyrrha Arkos was born to a retired mercenary in a small village called Nikolvia. From the age of six, she begged her father to train her to fight. He gladly obliged, and taught her how to fight with a sword, spear, and shield. When she was seven, she and her father were in the woods practicing when they heard screams from the village. Grabbing their weapons, they rushed to the village, only to find a bandit tribe had attacked it, killing the few guards the village actually had. Pyrrha's father rushed to their home, only to find it burned down. He wasted no time packing their things and heading out to once again, become a mercenary. Pyrrha joined her father on most of his missions, learning from practice and experience how to fight. But what she really loved was he father's spear, a gold and red one that was extremely powerful. She yearned to have that spear, until one day she gained it in the worst way possible. While on a mission when she was eighteen, her father was ambushed and killed. Filled with rage, she ran faster than she ever could and was soon right behind the bandit who had killed her father. Picking up his spear, she impaled the bandit, and turned to fight the other one, only to see him running for his life. Still filled with rage, she jumped and landed in front of him, swinging her spear on the way down, killing him on impact. After her rage was finished, she was terrified with her powers, until she realized she could join up with the Seekers and help people. She joined at the age of eighteen and has been with them for about one year.

Skills: Great at using a spear, sword, and shield. Athletic.
Flaws/Fears/Shortcomings: She is terrified of killing or injuring an innocent, making her hesitate if an action or order might harm an innocent. She holds a deep resentment for bandits and criminals, meaning she might not think straight when approached by one, even if they are an informant.

Bruh, this ain't the multiverse