Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
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Card: 9/Vindicator
Name: Sir Odger
Gender: Male
Description: Sir Odger has a medium build, he has brown eyes, short black hair, and a goatee. Their is a scar on the left side of his face.
Age: 28
Traits:
Courageous: Sir Odger has no fears, and will always use his iron grit to push foward whatever the challenge maybe.
Focused Mind: Sir Odger training has allow him the ability to block out distractions and focus on the immediate task at hand.
Defense Specialist: Sir Odger is a man who opt for the best offence is a good defense and as such excel at use of shields and defensive style of fighting.
Conservative: Sir Odger is a voice of reason and usually sticks to traditional ways of thinking.
Equipment:
-Iron Longsword
-Iron Shield
-Scale Mail
-Flint and Stone (campfire kit)
-Food Rations for a month
Background & Bio: Little is known about his past but what he want now is redemption. Redemption for what? only time can tell what this man story is.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Card: 7 (Bard)
Name: Amalia
Gender: F
Description: Shorter than average, light build, shaggy jet-black hair, would be described as "East Asian"-looking on Earth
Age: 16
Traits:
-A Vagabond's Knowledge: Amalia has been constantly travelling for over half a decade, having crossed from one end of the world to another. And in that time, she has seen hundreds upon hundreds of towns and countries and lands, and heard tales of almost every other. Her knowledge of the world might come in use.
-A Million Tongues: Her travels have also given her fluency in a dozen languages, and knowledge of a dozen more. This makes her extremely adept at communicating and translating between different people.
-Healing Magic: Amalia has knowledge of healing medicine and medical magic that she has picked up on her travels, and will do anything to heal and sooth those around her, no matter who they may be.
-Parker: She is also a master lockpick, using her skills not just against enemies, but also against friends, to the great annoyance and/or bemusement of the latter.
Equipment:
-A (rumored to be magical) violin and a bow
-A crossbow
-Two foreign daggers
-A silk dress
-Some herbs, including hallucinogenic ones
-A diary
-Lockpicking stuff
Background: Born into an aristocratic family in a far-removed foreign land, Amalia is almost certainly not the girl's real name. Her birth father was a warlord who cared more for the shine on his arms than anything else in the world, and neglected - and often abused - his own family. The girl's only solace was in the beautiful music she played. Until, one day when she was about ten, when her father's fortress came under attack. The girl took the opportunity to flee, and kept running. She eventually decided to devote her entire life to her travels, playing for passage via caravans and ships. The girl has now ended up here.
Name: Amalia
Gender: F
Description: Shorter than average, light build, shaggy jet-black hair, would be described as "East Asian"-looking on Earth
Age: 16
Traits:
-A Vagabond's Knowledge: Amalia has been constantly travelling for over half a decade, having crossed from one end of the world to another. And in that time, she has seen hundreds upon hundreds of towns and countries and lands, and heard tales of almost every other. Her knowledge of the world might come in use.
-A Million Tongues: Her travels have also given her fluency in a dozen languages, and knowledge of a dozen more. This makes her extremely adept at communicating and translating between different people.
-Healing Magic: Amalia has knowledge of healing medicine and medical magic that she has picked up on her travels, and will do anything to heal and sooth those around her, no matter who they may be.
-Parker: She is also a master lockpick, using her skills not just against enemies, but also against friends, to the great annoyance and/or bemusement of the latter.
Equipment:
-A (rumored to be magical) violin and a bow
-A crossbow
-Two foreign daggers
-A silk dress
-Some herbs, including hallucinogenic ones
-A diary
-Lockpicking stuff
Background: Born into an aristocratic family in a far-removed foreign land, Amalia is almost certainly not the girl's real name. Her birth father was a warlord who cared more for the shine on his arms than anything else in the world, and neglected - and often abused - his own family. The girl's only solace was in the beautiful music she played. Until, one day when she was about ten, when her father's fortress came under attack. The girl took the opportunity to flee, and kept running. She eventually decided to devote her entire life to her travels, playing for passage via caravans and ships. The girl has now ended up here.
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
Well, time to jump in here, too. Card 14.
Calgori
Rapture's Best & Brightest
Card: 2/Guardian
Name: Kaël Ul Del Sylvanas (Known as Kaël the Wanderer)
Gender: Male
Description:
Age: 143
Traits:
One with nature: Kaël is in tune with the wilderness. He can walk by any natural environment as easy as by a road no matter how hard the terrain is. Also, the nature respond to his presence covering his track, so he leaves no trail in natural surroundings
Companion Hawk: Kaël travels with a hawk named Aerilion, with which he shares a really strong bond. He has trained Aerilion to hunt, look for possible foes, or pick up things.
Hunter senses: Living in the wild, Kaël had no other option to hunt to survive. Over time, his senses sharpened to the point that he could match the greatest predators.
Archaic thoughts: As he has been frozen in time for two centuries, the way he sees the world is very old fashioned. His understanding of the modern world and language is, therefore, very poor. However, he had wide knowledge of ancient world, since he lived in that time.
Equipment:
-Longbow
-20 Arrows
-Leather light armor
-Survival kit (Flint and stone, ropes, blanket, water...)
-Dried meat for emergencies
Background & Bio: Kaël was born in a noble family of a glorious elven city. He was the eldest son so he inherited the lands and wealth from his father. He lived during longtime in a lavish palace where he always had what he needed and more. He married the daughter of an elven prince, and he begat two sons and a daughter. His little sister Luciel, lived with him, an took care of his children.
One day, the city waged war against a powerful kingdom. As the kingdom forces outnumbered the city's defense, Kaël paid a witch to freeze he and his family in time and space so they wouldn't be affected by anything, and so she did. Unfortunately, the witch died during the war, and couldn't reverse the spell. For unknown reasons, he woke up two hundred years later, only to see his city ruined and absorbed by the surrounding nature. His family wasn't there though. Alone and confused, he learned to survive in that hostile environment and developed a supernatural connection with the natural world.
Nowadays, he travels looking for away to bring his family back to this time.
Name: Kaël Ul Del Sylvanas (Known as Kaël the Wanderer)
Gender: Male
Description:
Spoiler :
Age: 143
Traits:
One with nature: Kaël is in tune with the wilderness. He can walk by any natural environment as easy as by a road no matter how hard the terrain is. Also, the nature respond to his presence covering his track, so he leaves no trail in natural surroundings
Companion Hawk: Kaël travels with a hawk named Aerilion, with which he shares a really strong bond. He has trained Aerilion to hunt, look for possible foes, or pick up things.
Hunter senses: Living in the wild, Kaël had no other option to hunt to survive. Over time, his senses sharpened to the point that he could match the greatest predators.
Archaic thoughts: As he has been frozen in time for two centuries, the way he sees the world is very old fashioned. His understanding of the modern world and language is, therefore, very poor. However, he had wide knowledge of ancient world, since he lived in that time.
Equipment:
-Longbow
-20 Arrows
-Leather light armor
-Survival kit (Flint and stone, ropes, blanket, water...)
-Dried meat for emergencies
Background & Bio: Kaël was born in a noble family of a glorious elven city. He was the eldest son so he inherited the lands and wealth from his father. He lived during longtime in a lavish palace where he always had what he needed and more. He married the daughter of an elven prince, and he begat two sons and a daughter. His little sister Luciel, lived with him, an took care of his children.
One day, the city waged war against a powerful kingdom. As the kingdom forces outnumbered the city's defense, Kaël paid a witch to freeze he and his family in time and space so they wouldn't be affected by anything, and so she did. Unfortunately, the witch died during the war, and couldn't reverse the spell. For unknown reasons, he woke up two hundred years later, only to see his city ruined and absorbed by the surrounding nature. His family wasn't there though. Alone and confused, he learned to survive in that hostile environment and developed a supernatural connection with the natural world.
Nowadays, he travels looking for away to bring his family back to this time.
Terran Empress
Hornet
Card: 12/Crusader
Name: Lothair
Gender: Male
Description:
Age: 29
Traits: (subject to change
)
-Blessed by the Light: Lothair, as a servant of the light, is protected by its presence, making it harder to cause physical, mental, or spiritual damage to him, while simultaneously cleaning and healing wounds while in the presence of the light.
-Divine Wrath: As a devout follower of the light, Lothair can channel his anger and fury into holy strength, augmenting his physical strength.
-Holy Aura: Lothair radiates holy energy around him, blessing (read buffing) himself, his followers, and damaging undead and evil beings
-Theurgy: Lothair can call upon the power of the Light to perform various spells, from healing his allies, to smiting enemies of the light. Lothair is ultimately a servant of the light however, and the will of the light is greater than the will of Lothair.
Equipment:
-1 set of Scripture of the Light
-1 set of Heavy plate armor
-1 Crusader Towersheild
-1 Black Iron Heavy Flail
-1 set of Crusader Monk Robes
-A Journal
-Dried meat and other rations
Background & Bio: maybe later
Name: Lothair
Gender: Male
Description:
Age: 29
Traits: (subject to change
)-Blessed by the Light: Lothair, as a servant of the light, is protected by its presence, making it harder to cause physical, mental, or spiritual damage to him, while simultaneously cleaning and healing wounds while in the presence of the light.
-Divine Wrath: As a devout follower of the light, Lothair can channel his anger and fury into holy strength, augmenting his physical strength.
-Holy Aura: Lothair radiates holy energy around him, blessing (read buffing) himself, his followers, and damaging undead and evil beings
-Theurgy: Lothair can call upon the power of the Light to perform various spells, from healing his allies, to smiting enemies of the light. Lothair is ultimately a servant of the light however, and the will of the light is greater than the will of Lothair.
Equipment:
-1 set of Scripture of the Light
-1 set of Heavy plate armor
-1 Crusader Towersheild
-1 Black Iron Heavy Flail
-1 set of Crusader Monk Robes
-A Journal
-Dried meat and other rations
Background & Bio: maybe later
Quest for Glory
PROLOGUE
A cold wind blew strangely through the forest, the light passing through the dense foliage was little, the floor was almost completely covered with moss and trees, most pines, were tall and thick. A raven stared at the group over a wooden statue that was strangely enveloped with a robe, marble arms and two lanters. And at the first sign of life, it croaked.
A chill traveled in Lothair's back as he tried to get up. The harsh sound of the crow echoing through the dense forest was enough to made him regain consciousness. Slowly Lothair got up, being carefully observed by the raven. What seemed a mere headache became a blank as he tried to remember how he got there.
Lothair noted the raven for a while and it seemed to correspond the glance until it fly away. He was watching the raven when something screamed near the statue. "Ah!," the man screamed again. Lothair walked around the unusual statue and encountered a monstrous scene, the man was sitting in a pool of blood with his back in the statue, without his legs and badly injured.
The man wore a white suit, stained with blood and earth and carried a sacred symbol, a cleric.
"Help, you ne-- help me," blood came from the cleric's mouth.
The Crusader tried to help him, but the cleric's condition was pitiable. He deduced that something ate the legs of the poor cleric, and by his skin color he had been poisoned, probably by an attack of undeads. "But how... he is a cleric," he thought.
Before he can ask any question, the cleric took a little breath and spoke again.
"Please," he handed over a paper stained with blood to him, "undeads attacked... Village of Holl...ew. Please... kill... deads... save the village." The cleric spat a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Lothair then turned to explore the site around the statue. He eventually found another group, formed by a a girl who was cleaning her long dress, a strange middle-aged mage and a strange elve.
After introductions, the new group then explored the forest and eventually found more other lost adventurers. Twelve adventurers were now assembled near the strange statue, looking at each other, perhaps wondering how they got in that strange forest. Lothair now need to decide whether speaks about the cleric and his message or not.
All group members can choose between these cards
LOTHAIR can choose between these:
A chill traveled in Lothair's back as he tried to get up. The harsh sound of the crow echoing through the dense forest was enough to made him regain consciousness. Slowly Lothair got up, being carefully observed by the raven. What seemed a mere headache became a blank as he tried to remember how he got there.
Lothair noted the raven for a while and it seemed to correspond the glance until it fly away. He was watching the raven when something screamed near the statue. "Ah!," the man screamed again. Lothair walked around the unusual statue and encountered a monstrous scene, the man was sitting in a pool of blood with his back in the statue, without his legs and badly injured.
The man wore a white suit, stained with blood and earth and carried a sacred symbol, a cleric.
"Help, you ne-- help me," blood came from the cleric's mouth.
The Crusader tried to help him, but the cleric's condition was pitiable. He deduced that something ate the legs of the poor cleric, and by his skin color he had been poisoned, probably by an attack of undeads. "But how... he is a cleric," he thought.
Before he can ask any question, the cleric took a little breath and spoke again.
"Please," he handed over a paper stained with blood to him, "undeads attacked... Village of Holl...ew. Please... kill... deads... save the village." The cleric spat a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Lothair then turned to explore the site around the statue. He eventually found another group, formed by a a girl who was cleaning her long dress, a strange middle-aged mage and a strange elve.
After introductions, the new group then explored the forest and eventually found more other lost adventurers. Twelve adventurers were now assembled near the strange statue, looking at each other, perhaps wondering how they got in that strange forest. Lothair now need to decide whether speaks about the cleric and his message or not.
The Groups is in Black Forest
All group members can choose between these cards
Spoiler :
LOTHAIR can choose between these:
Spoiler :
GAME NOTES:
- Lothair have 1 Quest Card.
GM NOTES: Only Lothair knows about the quest and he may or may not share with the group - no one can "OOC-guess that" and, if he do not share, no one can follow him. No, you can not kill other players.
You can RP whatever you want - respecting the limits. Be it looking for herbs in the forest to portions, hunt animals in the forest to eat, etc. That sort of thing...
I'm not forcing players to go together forever, you decide through "diplomacy/roleplay" if you want follow a group or not.
Everyone is in the game, no worries (just finish sheet before update 1
).THE MAP
Spoiler :
THE HEROES
Game of Spoilers
Spoiler :
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Jaynoah choses the unflipped card.
Mosher
Mushroom dad
I don't see any money in killing a bunch of already dead fellows. I say we leave this to the locals to figure out.
Card: 8/Barbarian
Name: Dave
Gender: Male
Description:
Age: 26
Traits:
Background & Bio: Dave is the barbarian prince of Udrogoth. While his older sister Candy is the heir, he still received a bunch of training and stuff in addition to his natural stronkness. Set out on ADVENTUREEEE eight years ago to overcome his (constant) fears and has managed to get them under control, even use them - he certainly knows what's scary. Still a dork, though.
Name: Dave
Gender: Male
Description:
Spoiler :
Age: 26
Traits:
Reformed Coward: in his youth, Dave spent an awful lot of time running away and getting around problems without violence. He still prefers this but he no longer needs clean underwear after every encounter. Usually. He is faster and more clever than your average barbarian.
Uncanny Dodge: well, he WAS a coward.
Faffy and Lula: Faffy is Dave's lightning-breathing pet dragon. He's rather dumb, but not nearly as idiotic as he was ten years ago. Size of a large dog. Lula is a sassy talking bastard sword that can shoot lightning. She used to be the sword of a legendary hero but now she's stuck with this chump.
Latural Neader: Even though he's not an heir, he IS a prince, and often comes up with cunning plans worthy of a Blackadder (with an equal amount of emphasis on not dying). He's also inspiring (probably because of all the lightning) and his war cry buffs allies and scares enemies even more. He knows how fear works pretty well, being old friends with it and all.
Poison Resistance: The barbarian blood gives additional resistance against poison.
Warcry: The barbarian is fierce in battle.
Hard as stone: Barbarians are hard to fall and strong.
Equipment: Uncanny Dodge: well, he WAS a coward.
Faffy and Lula: Faffy is Dave's lightning-breathing pet dragon. He's rather dumb, but not nearly as idiotic as he was ten years ago. Size of a large dog. Lula is a sassy talking bastard sword that can shoot lightning. She used to be the sword of a legendary hero but now she's stuck with this chump.
Latural Neader: Even though he's not an heir, he IS a prince, and often comes up with cunning plans worthy of a Blackadder (with an equal amount of emphasis on not dying). He's also inspiring (probably because of all the lightning) and his war cry buffs allies and scares enemies even more. He knows how fear works pretty well, being old friends with it and all.
Poison Resistance: The barbarian blood gives additional resistance against poison.
Warcry: The barbarian is fierce in battle.
Hard as stone: Barbarians are hard to fall and strong.
halberd
Lula
round shield
5x throwing axes
dagger
leather armor
food, flint and steel, and other camping stuff
fur mittens and earmuffs
skinning knife
grappling hook and rope
towel
megaphone
pants
Lula
round shield
5x throwing axes
dagger
leather armor
food, flint and steel, and other camping stuff
fur mittens and earmuffs
skinning knife
grappling hook and rope
towel
megaphone
pants
Background & Bio: Dave is the barbarian prince of Udrogoth. While his older sister Candy is the heir, he still received a bunch of training and stuff in addition to his natural stronkness. Set out on ADVENTUREEEE eight years ago to overcome his (constant) fears and has managed to get them under control, even use them - he certainly knows what's scary. Still a dork, though.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Amalia shall go to the unflipped card as well
I'll be going with the unflipped card. Undead creep me out.
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
Card:14/Ranger
Name: Fianait
Gender:Female
Description:
Age:70 (Dwarf, man.)
Traits:
Junk Bolts: Fianait is.. very resourceful when it comes to ammunition. She can make her own ammo out of things that people can't even fathom - hair, leather.. even human skin once.
Modder: Whatever crossbow she has on her hands, she usually improves it in one or different way, whether to improve accuracy, or just to experiment.. Sometimes, that also backfires terribly.
Outdoorsman: Never likes being cooped inside one place for too long. While she does enjoy the benefits civilization has: warm beds, food, water, and all that, she prefers to be out there in the wild. As of such, her instincts out there are heightened.
Fluffles the Tiger-Cat: One of the few things she truly loves, and will defend no matter what. When people ask "why Fluffles?", she just gives a glaring look, as a warning that repeating that question will result into a crippling leg wound and a desire to go to the nearest cleric.
Equipment:
Fianait is a dwarf, born in the high mountains, where only dwarves, trolls and.. precious minerals reside. Perhaps, her fate would be to a miner, or a blacksmith, or maybe even an esteemed engineer. Or, become part of the Silver Iron Guard, where she would wield a mighty mace right towards some troll's face in a damp tunnel? She'll never know, as when she was 20, some idiot gave her a crossbow, for "keeping". And a bunch of bolts. Would that idiot ever know that the little dwarf's fate would be forever changed from that seemingly inconsequential event? Because it was. It is as if crossbows and Fianait were born to be one, or as if some God decided to see how funny would it be to have a skilled marksman in a race that isn't known for that?
Whatever the reason is, she soon became distanced from others. She now was "that weirdo who constantly carries a crossbow". The fact she nearly shot a number of people fatally didn't help. One day, her luck was gone - a Silver Iron trainer annoyed her with his insistence that "crossbows are for humans and orcs who can't use a sword!", and.. He was dead, bleeding down on the ground. Without much waiting, the guards seized her. That would be the end of her story, but some Dwarven noble apparently saw her on her way to prison, and decided to give her mercy - an exile.
All she was given was a crossbow, leather armour.. and a pick. To remind her from where she comes, and that she'll never come back.
Name: Fianait
Gender:Female
Description:
Spoiler :
Age:70 (Dwarf, man.)
Traits:
Junk Bolts: Fianait is.. very resourceful when it comes to ammunition. She can make her own ammo out of things that people can't even fathom - hair, leather.. even human skin once.
Modder: Whatever crossbow she has on her hands, she usually improves it in one or different way, whether to improve accuracy, or just to experiment.. Sometimes, that also backfires terribly.
Outdoorsman: Never likes being cooped inside one place for too long. While she does enjoy the benefits civilization has: warm beds, food, water, and all that, she prefers to be out there in the wild. As of such, her instincts out there are heightened.
Fluffles the Tiger-Cat: One of the few things she truly loves, and will defend no matter what. When people ask "why Fluffles?", she just gives a glaring look, as a warning that repeating that question will result into a crippling leg wound and a desire to go to the nearest cleric.
Equipment:
Heavy Iron Crossbow
20 Iron Bolts
Leather armour
Cape
Pick
Traps
Glue, and other tools required for his trait
Food and water.
Background & Bio: 20 Iron Bolts
Leather armour
Cape
Pick
Traps
Glue, and other tools required for his trait
Food and water.
Fianait is a dwarf, born in the high mountains, where only dwarves, trolls and.. precious minerals reside. Perhaps, her fate would be to a miner, or a blacksmith, or maybe even an esteemed engineer. Or, become part of the Silver Iron Guard, where she would wield a mighty mace right towards some troll's face in a damp tunnel? She'll never know, as when she was 20, some idiot gave her a crossbow, for "keeping". And a bunch of bolts. Would that idiot ever know that the little dwarf's fate would be forever changed from that seemingly inconsequential event? Because it was. It is as if crossbows and Fianait were born to be one, or as if some God decided to see how funny would it be to have a skilled marksman in a race that isn't known for that?
Whatever the reason is, she soon became distanced from others. She now was "that weirdo who constantly carries a crossbow". The fact she nearly shot a number of people fatally didn't help. One day, her luck was gone - a Silver Iron trainer annoyed her with his insistence that "crossbows are for humans and orcs who can't use a sword!", and.. He was dead, bleeding down on the ground. Without much waiting, the guards seized her. That would be the end of her story, but some Dwarven noble apparently saw her on her way to prison, and decided to give her mercy - an exile.
All she was given was a crossbow, leather armour.. and a pick. To remind her from where she comes, and that she'll never come back.
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
Nothing's saying there won't be any undead down the unflipped route. I say we head down the road.
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
I will pick the unflipped card. Only time will show what follows next.
