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[Tiruin]

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Spoiler: Disclaimer (click to show/hide)

The Personality ideas were taken from a wonderfully crafted game called MARDEK [off-site link], which is part of what drove me into loving fantasy and creativity. Images and all related ideas for the Personality spoiler and so forth is credited to that game. I obviously take no credit for such.

Still, this is a continuation of an idea started long ago. Most things here are determined by player action, their skills & abilities by the bio or description given.

Update: Here

~~Tales of Shattered Dreams~~
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~The Sundered Earth: An RTD Adventure~

You wipe the sweat off your brow as you breathe in the heated air once more. It is the dawn, and the twin suns are visible in the sky above, shining in all their auburn glory on the land below.

You've heard the tales, you've learned from the elders, this world was more than this: thriving civilizations lush with resources, land and power dotted the Earth like a mutual plague. Tales of adventurers and scholarly adepts roamed the land, gathering knowledge by the handful and creating a utopian society wherein all races - monster or myth alike - could live together in a peaceful realm.

Now, however, you are but one of the lucky few who serve under a neutral banner in a hostile world; cloistered in this Bastion of refuge, for your own protection from the evils that lurk on the outside. Cloistered, for the basic reason that you exist. You are blessed with the mark of Ecid, one of the ancient gods who ruled over the Earth. With the power to sway the very notion of fate and time in your actions - whether for good or for ill - you are treated with suspicion, even hunted for that power.

It is said that nothing is permanent, and change affects every being. The status quo aims for a reversion into the past, to undo the mistakes made by their ancestors and to relive that which was once thought lost for eternity. You, however, have your own personal goals.

You hear the call of your leader resound through the area, and decide to meet up with your allies before any work can be done. As you bring your thoughts back to reality, you cannot help but notice others making their way along with you, practicing minor and major cantrips as they move.

But this will have to wait. You know you haven't introduced yourself to him yet, and he would probably need a sheet of identification to begin with. You have been in this fortress for more years than you can count, and teamwork is one thing instilled in your memories for survival.

The world awaits your presence. The Bastion is proud to bear your name.

Spoiler: What is this? Rules? (click to show/hide)

This is my take into the RTD universe, a mid-serious game which aims to adhere to realism. Death can come swiftly for you as well as your foes, yet while it seems like you're heading into a linear plot, the story is made from the actions of the player -- not meaning you can fool around, though. I like joking and doing things for fun, but everything is rolled for including minor actions. Most of these will be hidden for brevity. But now, rules.

> Dice Roll's have the following meanings, 1) Terrible Failure, 2) Failure, 3) Modest Success, 4) Success, 5) Great Success, 6) Overshot.  I, by the GM code of conduct, reserve the right to interpret those in any way I so choose, putting modifiers on the characters when so appropriate.

> Dice Rolls will be done through the D&D Roller.

> Interact with the world and its people! While not required, interacting with the world helps with the writing and gameplay, so don't be afraid to try out new ideas or be creative in a pinch. Not all near-death scenarios have an obvious exit, but there is always hope for your character. Sometimes, rewards are given for variety. Don't be afraid to do something else other than whack-until-dead.

> Avoid metagaming. Lack of roleplaying may be okay, but metagaming is just bad. If you abuse too much, it will make me very, very upset. Thus your turns will likely turn out worse whenever possible, but according to your roll.

> Finally, all production or utility skills/actions will be handled by three d6 rolls [Complex Roll], with the first being shown to determine chance of failure - they will decide whether or not the action succeeds.

> Bold your actions, please. I'm a newbie GM, but I read everything down to the letter. This type of formatting helps my poor eyes.

Spoiler: Personality (click to show/hide)

~Elements~

Everything and everyone in the world has an innate affinity to at least one of several magical elements. People and spells are all mono-elemental, and their Element determines their power, potential, and, in the case of people, their personalities, as a general statement.

While the knowledge of the world has been tarnished by the years, much has been preserved regarding the more occult ideas of society -- basically, magic and its offspring. While an Element may define the basic persona of a person, the personality traits mentioned are the most common for those elements, but are by no means the only personalities such people can have. What is listed are the generalities given to each element.

It is said that other signs and elements exist in the world, and rumors abound that a person's element can be changed through action, but on how or where is currently unknown.

Dark Dark is said to be the elemental epitome of malevolence, in a broad sense. Dark-aligned people are said to be inherently self-centered and manipulative, often violent, doing things only to benefit themselves, and are also said to care little for other people.

Light Light is said to be the elemental epitome of benevolence, in a broad sense. People with this element usually aim for the benefit of the community. They live for others moreso than for themselves and are said be more amiable and open to others.

Earth Earth is the element of wisdom, common sense, and hardiness. Earth-aligned people are usually tough and practical, and realistic in thinking. They are wise and understanding, trustworthy, honest, and reliable. They can be extremely devoted to a cause or way of life, and are also good at solving puzzles.

Air Air is the element of adventure, of wandering, of drifting, and of dreaming. Those aligned with the Air element are said to be idealists, but usually radical in nature and rarely focused on one thing for long. Many travelers, wanderers and Adventurers are of the Air element, going by the adage of 'living on the edge of the wind'.

Water Water is the element of intellect, of calmness, of beauty. Water people are often said to be more focused on intrapersonal than interpersonal persuits. They're often charismatic, intelligent, and perceptive. Many possess the potential for deeper reserves of magical power, making ideal Mages or Wizards.

Fire Fire is the element of energy and devotion, of passion and strength. Those aligned with the Fire element are said to be strong-willed, assertive, confident, passionate and powerful. Much like the shifting flames, it is said they are hard to persuade and stubborn in their cause.

Spoiler: Character Creation (click to show/hide)

Name: Your character's name!
Gender: You have two choices.
Age: How long has your character existed in its physical form here?
Class: What you usually see your character as.
Race: See - Races - Lore post. This can be anything as long as its defined. This will affect how others react to your character.

Element: See - Personality - Lore post. What attributes are stated usually denote the obvious characteristics of your character. Author's Note: not all Dark aligned are 'evil', nor are all Light aligned are 'good'. In case I messed up the wording.

Skills: You currently have three skills. More will be added as new chapters flow in. The first is taken from the Skills spoiler while the second is from your biography//Physical description. The THIRD is taken from your inventory, regardless of state of item [armor/weapon/accesory...] - this is to be rolled for. > The second and third will be made by me, though I do accept suggestions VIA PM.

Physical Description (include any clothing, if possible): How does your character look like? More details would help, but the basic idea is what I'm aiming for. Please include where on the body your Mark is located, except the torso.

Biography: What made up your character to be what he/she is right now? What made you join the Bastion, or if not, how did the Bastion find the likes of you? Past experiences or a simple concept would do finely, but more detailed descriptions help more.

Inventory: Your character may start with three personal items, either having a sentimental or a personal use. Weapon/Armor/Trinket.

Spoiler: Rolls and how they work (click to show/hide)

I'll be using a d8 dice for combat and a d6 for everything else.

> There are two actions you can do while in combat. Movement, and your type of attack. Movement can refer to trying to grab some cover, charging down a ranged creature or falling back behind allied lines while type of attack can be whatever you wish. 1d6 covers this.

> A 1d100 will be rolled for battle initiative. The winner determines the first side to attack, followed by retaliation by the defender (or if melee > ranged, a roll to check the manner of defense). There are 2 rounds of combat per turn. This is the first round of combat. The same follows for the second round.

Combat
Attacker's die is shown and results are based on the result. There are two rolls, one for accuracy and one for damage dealt. The latter has an attacker vs defender roll with a bonus from the difference in accuracy, if the attacker wins. Two rounds of combat per character action, with the attacker being the one with higher initiative.

Armed opponents vs Unarmed opponents [opponents not proficient with their weapon] get a +2 modifier to all accuracy//damage rolls in attacking.

Armor will generally act as an added layer of health: to either the standard 20/20 hp per character, or to the hidden values of vital organs.

Sample:
Peasant vs Peasant II w/ Pitchfork
5 vs 2 ; 8+3 vs 3 = 8 damage. P II has 12 life left.
4+2 vs 1 ; 8+5+2 vs 6 = 9 damage. P I has 11 life left.

Note: Even if health falls below 20/20 (0/20), you still have an individual body part life system that is hidden from knowledge. Criticals usually hit those areas.

On Criticals: If an attack does more than 10 damage, another roll targeting a random body part is made, [L/R Arm, Torso, L/R Leg and Head] with the number >10 added as a modifier. The damage taken is added in. Various effects can happen.

Bastion Paladin w/ Arming Sword vs Bandit w/ Shortsword and padded armor (+4 to health)
8+3 vs 7 ; 5+3+3 vs 1 = 11 damage!
Crit roll:
6+1 vs 4 = 3 damage!
The bandit's forehead is grazed, it covers his vision with a curtain of blood! [-1 to accuracy until end of combat; 10 health remaining {From 24 hp}].

How many points above 10 factor in as a bonus to the damage score. So regardless of shown Hp, the attack goes straight to the body part. This includes damage dealt to the health value, along with damage to the critical area.

The loss or wounding of a body part affects both the character's status, and total Hp. Various things such as bleeding to temporary paralysis may come into effect based on the weapon used.


If there is an exit spotted, a character can choose to Flee and receive a +2 to Evasion [Accuracy Defense]. If successful, the character retreats and ends up in a [relatively peaceful] situation where they can act once more before either heading into battle, or running away [or going to a higher vantage point for ranged weaponry]

Intercepting is performed when numbers are an advantage, in general-it is basically trying to shift the enemy's focus on your character, if given the chance of either:
> Spotting an enemy before battle has started
> Detecting an ambush, which denies any advantage on the ambushing side unless special traits are in play.

Ambushes pertain to any kind of situation where a battle is performed wherein one side is completely unaware of the other side's presence, and wherein the latter performs the first attack > This add a +2 or even a +3 modifier to the accuracy of the attacker, and unless spotted, would generally equal a devastating result disregarding any special traits in play.

These are general terms which define the basic battle concepts.

Examining would give a more detailed view of an object near the viewer. It is generally a free action when performed out of battle, but can also be used to perform an intercept-if in case the examination results in spotting an enemy. Examining an enemy in battle would also give details based on a 1d6 roll, and on certain rolls (generally 5+) would give an advantage to the onlooker.

This is stated as a generality, as it is mostly subjective, and depending on the situation at hand.


Environment
d6 - the usual fare, this ties in with whatever actions you select for yourselves including pre-combat preparations.

Here, we will be using a day/night/environmental factor roll which will be hidden from view.

~Turn X~
It is Night.
[-2 to all attacks made without a light source. +1 to hearing]

~Turn X~
You are nearing an energy node.
All Earth-aligned characters have a +1 to damage rolls.

Complex rolls are a set of three rolls in a dynamic action or event: Smithing, usage of steeds or rides, Surviving a near-death experience, hidden traps (with the initial 2 being either the accuracy/damage rolls)...and so on. Only to ensure things are not given out like freebies. Riding is inherent knowledge. Combat while riding, is something else entirely 

Most rolls will be hidden for easier formatting.

Spoiler: Skill list (click to show/hide)

Quick Senses: +1 to melee accuracy rolls [Accuracy Attack]
Honed Reflexes: +1 to melee evasion rolls [Accuracy Defense]
Physical Finesse: +1 to melee damage rolls [Damage Attack]
Toughened Skin: +1 to melee damage defense [Damage Defense]
Perseverance: +10 Health
Steady Aim: +1 to ranged accuracy rolls [Accuracy Attack]
Critical Thinking: +1 to ranged evasion rolls [Accuracy Defense]
Deadeye: +1 to ranged damage rolls [Damage Attack]
Thick Skin: +1 to ranged damage defense rolls [Damage Defense]
Nimble: +15 to initiative roll

Silver Tongue: + to each speech rolls. Higher chance for discerning the motive or calming a particular tense situation, or coercing details and in general, characterized by critical thinking.
Sabotage and Explosives: + to the usage of volatile or unstable compounds and their application.
Stealth and Subtlety: + to concealment of weaponry or items, generally sneaking around as a modifier or persuasion in misdirection, not to battle rolls.

Weapon Finesse: +1 to damage attack rolls when holding a weapon//+1 to damage accuracy rolls when holding a weapon
Brawler: +2 to melee unarmed combat [Accuracy and Damage] {Effectively cancels out the unarmed penalty}
Armor Aptitude: +5 Health when wearing any set of armor, in addition to a 10% Health modifier based on how much the armor gives.

Bandit with Armor Aptitude; Scale mail Armor (+7 Hp)
Health: 33 (+5 ; +1 [always rounded up])

Riding Aptitude: +1 to all complex rolls when Riding on a mount - Air, Sea or Land.
Mental Acuity: +1 in complex rolls regarding traps
Elemental Affinity: + to effects generated by casting a spell of a particular element [Check 'Personality' spoiler for list of known elements]
Astute: + to details given when examining an item, area or current environment; the level of details derived would be based on in-character knowledge and assumption.

[Tiruin]

~The Repository~
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Lore of the Bastion

You enter a room lit by lanterns and orbs of light, floating and drifting lazily in the air. Sunlight flows from the windows and skylights dotting the area. Rows of shelves hold manuscripts, scrolls and other devices used to contain information, preserved behind intangible layers of wards and runic symbols. The place is styled in the architecture of a gothic cathedral.

This was once the only place that reminded you of a world wider than the horizons you see. The Repository houses lore of ages past, including that from the first Age where civilization was at it's fledgling state, where myth and legend were facts and living figures.

Strangely, most of the books or tomes in the Bastion are worn and old, lacking information from within their yellowing pages. The silence of the place calms you.

~Concerning the World~ Spoiler: Races (click to show/hide)    From the 'mundane' humans to the rare dragon-kin, what exists today is mostly derived from previous knowledge and perhaps even legend. The Sundering has broken nearly all understanding of life as we knew it - strange forms lurk in the Long Night and even under the heat of the Twins do we see anomalies in our midst. What we call ghosts or apparitions; Spirits, of a sort, haunt the more desolate places in our lands, and yet even those of their nature ally themselves with those of mortal flesh. Spirits of Nature, of those of the ancient past, it is difficult to recall what once was from what exists now. I've seen much more than the normal humanoids in my day. Beings of animalistic or even insectoid nature, all bearing Ecid's mark. Now, not to say this is a bad thing of course, all help is appreciated. But one cannot doubt the fact that magic seems to be more prolific than we know of. Curator's Note

~Concerning Magic~ Spoiler: Souls and Death (click to show/hide)    The Elements we all bear signify that we are bonded to the world, and exists in us a part of the world in turn. The Mark of Ecid (said to be the core of our souls) serves as our lifeblood - our essence and tool for the usage of magic, unfettered by conventional usage and control, as long as the mark isn't separated from our body through physical means, we continue to live even if most other parts of us are destroyed. Minus the head and body, of course.    Luckily, the Age of Alchemy hasn't let us down. The usage of Golems serving as replacements for the lost part, or even in dire circumstances, the whole person if there is a way of preserving the Mark in the unfortunate loss of the body occurs. ... Golems. Animated immaterial forms which act as containers for our souls, for those who choose to serve on through death. Strangely, I've encountered the rest of this book somewhere. Stating that even in a dead body, souls reside within unless either the head is destroyed, or the Mark has been completely severed from the corpse. What makes this strange is that we've yet to see a working golem in this world, as no records state the existence of such following the Sundering. I'm sure they were real once. It said so in a book I've read somewhere. Seems like dubious proof though. There's something not right here. Curator's Note

Spoiler: History in-world (click to show/hide)    It is the Seventh Age. A time of reclaiming and rediscovery. A time of new beginnings and unity. A time of tribulation and war. A time which shifts as readily as the waves of the sea or the sands of the dunes.    Time is measured by Ages, where an Age pertains to notable events which happened within the era. In chronological order: Myth Alchemy Storms Art Prosperity Death Rebirth With the listed words being an unattached suffix of the Age. Death, referred to the Sundering which was an aftereffect of the prevalence of magic. Look out your windows or go outside and look to the skies, the twin suns and moons were once one. A single entity of light and darkness which shifted at a single point in the sky from wherever you looked on the Earth. Through magic, was created an object which split the entity into four parts -- attributed to the four elements we know of today -- and now circle our world in pairs. The Twin Suns, shifting between the dawn and second dawn, followed by the first moon and second dusk, ending with the passing of the second moon. It was believed that the entity which comprised the four heavenly bodies was once a God, or an amalgam of energy and spirit, if the folktales are to be believed.    The idea of the four elements comprised most of the Second Age, when civilization was climbing into the stratum of technology, believed to compose every tangible object and affect the creation of the world. On these we base    Nevertheless, we lived as we always did. Remembering the past and looking to the future. ... Goodness. This author must use more simplistic words. The title of this book is 'A History of the World', and this is the only legible copy I could acquire! He also didn't get his facts straight! The time moves in this manner: First Dawn: Morning, Midday, Afternoon then First Dusk, followed by the Short Dark (or what we call Night), then the Second Dawn repeating until dusk. Measured all in one day, over fourty-eight hours. Then the Long Dark, measuring twenty four hours in total. We really lack information in the library here. Curator's Note

Spoiler: On Magic (click to show/hide)    The rudimentary ideas of invoking a phonetic phrase or just compiling a conglomeration of strange words which name a certain entity in order to summon said entity is being called 'magic'? I tend to disagree.    Magic bases itself on the will of a person's mind. Activated by only the thought. While I shan't digress from the fact that vocalization helps focus a person's ideas, a simple thought could unleash the same amount of power as compared to one who shouts out his spells in any given situation.    In regard to differences on casters and receivers: in any act or performance of a spell affecting both caster and any persons in his,  her or its vicinity; the caster receives both advantage and effect of the essence of the thought at hand. To illustrate, a seer may project the sense of communication to another person in a distance out of sight-when requested by an individual-and may share what the receiver wishes to respond, or influence those around to share in the sense yet only the seer will be able to communicate their thoughts along with sense what the receiver is feeling and directly sensing.    In balance, Magic takes a toll on a person through weakening the body and mental fatigue-and if done for a set number of others, would affect them as well but in a lesser extreme-if used too much or sustaining it for an extended period of time. Sacrifices are shown in this way, as most of the races of the known world hold an innate ability to use magic in any way they desire. And even for those who lack the ability, it is possible to learn how to use it.    Magic exists all around us Something out of nothing. But a small snippet of information from heresay. Though, information isn't based on formality points, now. It is possible to conjure nothing out of thin air, if the person's will is enough to handle the strain. Though problems arise if what the caster doesn't want would come up, Magic is a fickle thing to play with and only under controlled situations is it practical to use. There have been rumors of other people who can use magic, sense the usage of magic in their current vicinity if the output is great, and watch the ongoings of others somehow, through 'bonds of magic'. I can't find any books relating to their existence nor on any method on how this is performed, if any still exist in open hands. Rumors seem far more informative than these things, somehow. Curator's Note

[Tiruin]

~Characters~

1.	Spoiler: Eisen Narthale; Caellath (click to show/hide) Gender: Male Age: 16 Class: Attunement Knight Race: Foxfolk Skills: Perseverance Riding Aptitude Physical Description: - Appearance: Eisen has eyes of a very bright blue shade along with beige-colored hair; his hair usually messy, with the occasional uncut locks falling around and framing a young, curious face. Any fur on his person also follows the same beige color pattern. His mark is located at the back of his head, under the line of hair growth. - Clothing: He wears a green cloth coat with a very large hood usually seen in different positions, to hide his face more or less depending on the occasion. The cloth itself is fairly resilient and reinforced against weather, the coat sporting what seems like downy or white fur near the collar area, a golden trim and long sleeves, allowing the wearer to completely hide his hands whenever desired - his forearms and most of his hands hidden by a fingerless leather protection. His pants are also colored green, with part of their length tucked into sturdy and carefully tied brown leather boots which sport metal reinforcements and a discreet pin attachment for stability and maintaing a grip at surfaces in cases of emergency. His long-sleeved shirt is green as well and is mostly covered by the chestpiece of a well-crafted brown leather armor with hidden steel reinforcements which fits perfectly over the body of the owner. Biography: - Eisen was born in the wilds, member of a small group of people know for their attunement to nature and their utmost respect for the natural environment. Their perceived harmony with nature usually translated into what they believed to be a better flow of life energy within them, which was believed to be the reason they tended to have a disturbing presence for any practitioner of magic - which his people in general believed to be harmful to nature when not performed correctly - around them, as well as having peaceful relations with most creatures. Due to that fact, they worked well as soldiers from the shadow whenever the call was made when the group was in need. Instead of meditating and focusing on training and developing any of his people spell-blocking abilities, Eisen spent most of his time in the wilderness bonding with animals, developing ties with the nature the way some of his people did. As the child grew older, he showed a notable eagerness and passion for riding and speed, as well as mounted combat. In accordance with his people's tradition, he also had minor practice with musical instruments, not knowing how helpful the small amount of time spent on them would show itself years later. Even if he was loved by his parents, he had been born with the mark of Ecid upon the back of his head, usually having it covered by his hair. It hurt them to let go of him, but they constantly tried to explain to him how necessary it was for his safety, for someone with a mark like his was target of ambitions, and he had to find his own way amidst the world. And so they did, sending him on a short "pilgrimage", never for him to find his way back to his group once again, being guided and taken to the Bastion at a young age, most likely due to his parents' guidance. He was trapped for his own good and protection, but a bird which has tasted freedoom suffers more when its wings are clipped. Accordingly, Eisen started to seek ways of communicating with the animals and nature through music and sounds even as he was imprisoned and cut off from the outside world he had loved so much... Inventory: Yonsun-Nobi/ A Composite longbow standing taller than Eisen; it is an elegant and well-made piece of ranged weaponry, made with the utmost care by Eisen himself under the guidance of his parents; it ended up as part of his experiments on sounds to call upon animals. Hardened Leather-and-Steel Armor/ Made from good-quality leather and with a backing of sheets of steel, the armor has a few pieces protecting key parts of his body, although some parts are simply hidden under a layer of clothing. Flute/ Made from polished stone, steel and the finest wood Eisen could find in the woods, his flute is a faithful companion, always available for him to play and subject to his experiments on sounds capable of attracting the animals that reminded him so much of home.
2.	Spoiler: Shella Gavuatu; Dwarmin (click to show/hide) Gender: Female Age: 23 Class: Hunter Race: Orc Skills: Deadeye Vindication Physical Description: - Appearance: Shella is a 5.3 Orc female with a well muscled build, a tight stomach and an impressive body. She possesses tough and smooth dark green skin, and long, coal black fine hair that descends almost to her waist in a swaying sheaf. Her eyes are a calming shade of the ocean, deep blue-large and emotive-topped by a pair of arcing black eyebrows. She has two short tusks jutting from her mouth on side, each adorned with a stylized ring of obsidian-her teeth resemble fangs, though not large enough to be threatening normally. Her legs and hips are well toned and strong, giving her a very animalistic look. The mark of ecid is on her left wrist. - Clothing: Shella is wearing a full body undersuit of light, non reflective black chainmail and thick leather mixed and matched, leaving little to the imagination-heavy, ironshod leather boots adorn her feet, combined with chainmail studded into leather pants, and mismatched plate pieces over both her knees. Half leather and chain protect her chest and arms, and and while her left hand is Ecid marked, she's wearing a fingerless green cloth glove on her right hand. She's wearing two bracers made of some sort of spiked chitine material. Around her waist is a heavy belt with at least 6 large storage slots and many smaller compartments She's wearing a heavy body length cloak and fancy three cornered hat of the same color as her skin. Biography: - Shella was born into a small clan of more or less peaceful nomadic Orcs called the Gavuatu Clan. They were hunters and gatherers, moving from place to place to avoid trouble. During her youth was tutored in the ways of stalking and war, despite her intentions of perhaps becoming a scholar or explorer one day. Shellas life was torn asunder when she was just 17-a visiting Human Trader used the opportunity to spring an ambush on the small clan, hoping to enslave and sell them on the open market...he had the help of a traitor. The mans plans went awry went Shella put an arrowshaft through his eye at 600 meters-though his forces broke and ran, the Tribe was devestated. Many of their number were dead, dying, or had been taken as slaves. Even Shella's own sister, Tagga, had been taken-her only family in the world....she took dual vows on that day, making an Oath to the dark forces of Justice-and having the tuskbands magically bonded to her until she fulfilled them both-to save her sister from captivity, and punish the traitor, who only goes by the name Ephia. She has been hunting for five years, doing small jobs to keep herself fed and housed when it was required-the need for Revenge consumes her. Shella did not give much thought to the Mark of Ecid-the Orcish people had little idea what is was-until the Bastion found her. Seeing a chance to obtain true power, and perhaps finally a lead on the targets she had pursued so long, Shella had decided to do everything she can to take advantage of it. Inventory: Gavuatan Orcish Slurbow/ A crossbow like weapon Shella favors, with a distinctive wooden hood over the top of the stock. There is a gap between this shroud and the stock that allows the string to travel unimpeded, firing either traditional bolts for common enemies, or rounded lead shot against foes like the undead. She can reload it with a single hand, using her thumb to cock it back, but requires both to fire accurately. Clan Armor/ Handcrafted from pieces she has taken over the years from worthy enemies, Shellas armor is sturdy and light-giving her full range of movement and protecting her from errant blows. she feels more comfortable in the armor, than out. Obsidian Oath Rings/ An Orcish Tusk-mark that denotes one who has taken a vow of revenge-she's wearing two, which indicates two separate vows. They cannot be removed by any Earthly force until these tasks are completed, or is rendered invalid by fate-being magically bonded, as long as the target of these Vows remain alive, they will remain bonded. As such, Shella knows her sister-and the traitor-both still live.
3.	Spoiler: Sal'savira; IronyOwl (click to show/hide) Gender: Female Age: 19 Class: Seeker Race: Malkaven Skills: Perserverance Agile Physical Description: - Appearance: Sal'sivira looks fairly normal for a Malkaven- a crow-woman with large, blank white eyes that reflect light, a long, serrated beak, great wings coming off her back, oversized, taloned hands, and even more oversized, larger-taloned feet. - Clothing: She wears a ragged-looking but well-made black tunic with a belt and thin leather strap running diagonally around it for hanging things from. She also carries a large, wide-brimmed hat and pair of tinted goggles, both for when it's too sunny out. Biography: - Sal'sivira was a bit of a minor celebrity in her home rook. Malkaven with strange destinies or peculiar inheritances are far from uncommon, but being born with the symbol of an ancient god on the back of her left hand was a bit more blunt and certain than they were used to. Of course, never being satisfied with the obvious, apparent answer, her birth set off a flurry of questions and investigations into the finer nuances of her condition. Why her? Why here? Why now? Why this god, this symbol, that location? As a major source of clues for these questions, Sal'sivira was subject to the closer attentions of more scholars, diviners, seers, and other specialists than most other Malkaven, and what exactly she was doing or going to do and why was always something somebody wanted to know. When it came time for her to answer those questions, she didn't have much to go on. No grand destiny revealed itself, no true calling reached out to her. The only things she had were the very Malkaven understanding that if she hadn't figured out the answer yet, that just meant she'd have to go find it, and the somewhat more peculiar decision that those who had had the most effect on her were those that did their seeing in person, rather than those that saw her in their dreams or read her fate amongst ash and bone. While certainly respecting the mystic arts, Sal'sivira determined to see and touch the world with her own eyes and hands, and presumably shape it in the process. Knowledge of the Bastion was well known amongst some Malkaven, and her destiny to go there presumed since birth, awaiting only her determination that she was ready. Once she had done so, she arrived with little incident, prepared for the next step of her journey. Inventory: Black Spear/ This spear is a standard Malkaven weapon- ragged and ancient looking, but sturdy and well-kept nonetheless. Silverscale Armor/ This shiny silver armor appears to be composed of a series of pointy oval or rounded diamond scales or plates, and is indeed made from the hide of a Silverscale, a type of fish larger than a horse. Its scales are protective and very durable, which causes the Malkaven to overlook their preference for ragged black and use it fairly routinely. Vae's Knucklebones/ Made from the literal knuckles of the first two fingers of the right hand of a novice elven necromancer, these four strangely shaped "dice" have the power to tell the future and discern the secrets of the dead. The results are usually cryptic and of limited accuracy and power, owing to both Sal'sivira's lack of divination skill and Vae's lack of power, but can sometimes be useful nonetheless.
4.	Spoiler: Ecidona sel-Mhrabann; DigitalHellhound (click to show/hide) Gender: Female Age: 26 Class: Silent Sister Race: Wildfolk Skills: Nimble Mental Composure Physical Description: - Appearance: Ecidona stands at around 150cm, with a slender, small build. Her skin is a dark brown with bark-like colourings and patterns, adorned with a variety of white markings and tattoos on her face and arms. Two curved horns arise from a wild mass of dark hair and tiny fangs peek out from her teeth - relatively few signs of her race on their standards. Her features are sharp and aquiline. Her Mark of Ecid is on her right palm. - Clothing: Ecidona wears simple and sturdy clothes of leather and thick cloth, adorned with countless little baubles, cheap trinkets and amulets and symbols she thinks are protective or help focus her power, but possess little practical use. Many of them have been crafted by her personally and she carries a heavy carving knife to craft bone or wood with. Biography: - Ecidona was born into the Bastion, and indeed her name means 'Blessed of Ecid' in her native language. Her parents were - still are - senior scholars in the Repository archives and she grew up in its silence, among dusty old tomes and the secrets of the ancients. Although they were tried to be kept safely out of her reach, she delighted in this forbidden, mysterious knowledge and had her own adventures across the archives as a small child and beyond. As she grew older, and was allowed to access the books without fear of her wrecking them, they lost some of their allure, but Ecidona could still waste hours turning page upon page of some forgotten old work. It was no longer adventure, though, and Ecidona thrived on adventure. Clashing more and more with her parents and the other scholars, Ecidona ran away from home at the age of 14. After an ill-advised trip outside the Bastion, she slinked back and drifted for a while, before, on a whim, walking into the temple of the Order of Khe Sanh. Their mysterious rites in languages beyond her comprehension were something new to her, and after some reluctance, she joined their ranks as an acolyte. The next five years were of harsh discipline and monotonous study. Growing quickly bored, Ecidona found herself trapped by her oaths to the Order - and, more conventionally, the guards of the temple. Her early escape attempts crushed, Ecidona would eventually end her resistance and commit herself to the Order. Leaving the robes of an acolyte behind, Ecidona was finally allowed to go on her way to serve the Order outside. Though it tempted her, she did not forsake the teachings of the Order and remains steadfast in her faith in the Silence - but there is still so much to see, so much to experience. She doesn't plan on settling on life inside a dusty old temple just yet. Inventory:   Heavy Knife Sturdy Clothes Amulets & Baubles/ A bunch of amulets and baubles in different shapes and forms, mostly sentimental collections of Ecidona's stay within the Bastion.
5.	Spoiler: Gurrath Halsen; Ochita (click to show/hide) Gender: Male Age: 26 Class: Flowing spearman Race: Human Skills: Quick Senses Precision Striking Physical Description: - Appearance: Gurren is 5'11", possessing a body frame that shows that he's been doing labor for some time, along with several scars, from previous encounters with various foes. He has greenish-brown eyes, along with unkempt messy dark brown hair. - Clothing: When he's in a town, socilising, he likes to wear slightly loose robes with an aquatic style to them, with shades of blue and dark green, along with a hood, in a style similar to a monks robe. When he's in armor or in the wilderness, he prefers to wear a set of tan leather clothing, mostly because its practical in the wilderness. His mark is on the back of his neck. Biography: - Gurren used to be in a mercenary group, situated in a desert not so far from the Bastion. Due to the fact that Gurrath could use magic to aid in his fighting, he was accepted into the group at an slightly earlier age that most, getting in at 19 instead of having to be 21. This just meant that he felt that he had to work harder to prove his worth, and so he took to a slightly more risky way of fighting, accumulating the scars that pattern his body to today. It was only 2 years ago when after a particularly haunting event, that Gurrath decided to leave the mercenary group, in a slightly bittersweet yet still on good terms.  He has taken these two years to reflect on his choices, and after some contemplation, he decided to try to get the Bastions attention, becoming a mercenary again, and making a name for himself. Inventory: Twisting spear/ This weapon was the first weapon that Gurrath was given, that was made for him. It only appears to be twisting alongside the metal shaft, but that's only a trick of the craftsmanship. Its covered with small nicks and slight scratches, yet it is maintained well. Chainmail/ This armor is what Gurrath uses in battle, as his style of fighting does require some agility. Old book/ Given to him by an older mercenary in his old group. It details some basic spear techniques, along with a couple of minor cantrips of the water element. Gurrath keeps it because it helped with the turning point of his life.

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• Spoiler: Aes Nain ; Skyrunner (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Female
  Age: 18
  Class: Spellweaver
  Race: Quarter-Fey
  
  Skills:
  Silver Tongue
  Fey-blooded
  
  
  Physical Description:
  -Appearance: She looks a couple years younger than her age, due to the trace of fairy blood in her. She has hair that reminds one of birch bark. It is different from the silver of old age, though; more of a whiteness that isn't normally found in humans. Her eyes are deep indigo and sometimes catch the light in a glint that may be sinister.
  
  -Clothing: She wears a robe that looks like it had been through many ages, but wasn't tattered**. The robe can be taken off by loosening the drawstring and slipping the entire thing over one's head. She has an identical, armored version of it.
  
  Biography: Aes Nain was born from a pairing between a fairy-human half-breed and a "pure" human. However, the fey blood in her is pretty diluted, and she shows little of the physical characteristics often seen in them. Her uncommon hair and eye color is another of the vestiges of fey left in her. She spent most of her life in the village she was born, a small and secluded place where several mixes of races and pure-breeds of the fey kind lived peacefully, making profit out of the creation of small magic trinkets.
  
  Despite their nature as tricksters, the fey acted out of mischievousness rather than any real urge to do evil, and even if pranks and small lies were common around the community, no harm was done ultimately as their wills are easier to be affected by their current needs and emotions, rather than any ulterior motive.
  
  Aes was different. Something strange was noticed since she was only a child — what should be the classic mischievousness of her kind seemed to have been replaced in her with a talent for talking and deceiving - but it was ignored at first. Of course, she herself doesn't know that it was wrong. It was an idle playtime, the same thing as the other children playing with dolls, except her dolls were bigger, moved a lot more, and weren't as compliant as the ones of others.
  
  As she grew, her ways started to call more attention — her games grew larger — as Aes played little games of power whenever she could, turning people against one another, be it child or adult, and stepping out of conflict; creating fights and avoiding being found out as the seed of discord in a good amount of times she tried the same trick.
  
  As the village head knew, she had been born with the Ecid's mark. Knowing well how much trouble she brought to the peaceful community and how the Bastion was the place where marked people lived, it was a perfect excuse to ship her off to live secluded and away from her people, in a place where she hopefully would never cause trouble again.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Quarterstaff/ A sturdy length of wood, weighted on each end. It is a pale yellow-green, and the weights are ribbed cylinders that are mostly flushed with the rest of the staff.
  
  Traveling Robe/ Shining a neutral grey, highlights of a deep blue run down its sides. With a twine, gold gilded string along the waistline and a deep hood. She has an identical robe that isn't armored.
  
  Iridescent Necklace/ A necklace with each element mark hung on it. The Dark element is ever so slightly larger than the others, perhaps discernible if one takes in in his hand and measures each symbol with a ruler. A present passed down through the generations from her grandmother.
  Each element symbol is the size of a US dime.
• Spoiler: Terys Merendial ; Spinal_Taper (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 34
  Class: Ranger
  Race: Half-Elf
  
  Skills:
  Deadeye
  Will of the Warrior
  
  
  Physical Description:
  - Appearance: Tall and willowy, with long brown hair. His elven heritage is readily apparent in his pointed ears and slender frame, but those traits are tempered and moderated by his human blood.
  
  - Clothing: Terys wears his leather vest underneath a loose cotton tunic. His pants match his top, if a bit less billowy. His mark is upon the lower calf of his right leg, with the bottom of it coinciding with the top of his ankle.
  
  Biography: The story of Terys doesn't begin with him, but it rather begins with his parents.
  
  His mother, Lilianna grew up in a small farming village, under the tutelage of the local hunter, where she learned how to fight with the bow and the dagger. Over the course of her apprenticeship, she became more and more talented with her weapons, as well as more confident in her abilities.
  
  His father was an elf named Herys, who grew up in a traditional retreat environment. As a child, he found an affinity for applying plants and herbs in order to save those who were ill. Under the tutelage of his villages herbalist, he played to his talents and became a healer, applying both the forces of the earth and reagents from herbs.
  
  Eventually, his mothers overconfidence led her to trek too deeply into the forest and was injured in a hunting accident. She lay there, injured and fading in and out of consciousness until Herys found her and returned to his retreat with her in his arms. While he treated her, a bond of friendship formed, which eventually developed into a romance. This was forbidden by his tribe of Elves, as they believed themselves to be the most pure of races, so they gave Herys a choice: Lilianna, or his home. He chose Lilianna, and they left both of their homes behind to make their own lives.
  
  However, not many people liked the elves, likely due to their superiorist attitude. So, the young couple had a difficult time growing up in the city, and even had a few friends. This changed when Lilianna got pregnant.
  
  Where they lived, one of the few things hated more than a human in love with an elf was a human having a child with an elf. They found this out the hard way, with Herys being killed by racial extremists. Lilianna ran back to her home village in shame, but was rejected for betraying them.
  
  Eventually, she found her way to another city, with another name, where she had Terys. She told him his heritage, but never let anyone else know. She knew the dangers of being elvish. This is how he grew up, keeping a secret from everyone he met. Because of this, a certain distance was lent to him. He never really felt at home where he was born, so he traveled in search of one.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Gnarled Yew Longbow/ An heirloom from Terys' mother, this used to be the bow of a warrior and respected champion before her fall. While age has made its mark on this noble weapon, it has done little to dull its power and prowess in battle.
  
  Light Elven Leather Armor/ From the cured hides of sylvan beasts, this armor is meant for easy mobility while not hindering the usage of personal protection.
  
  Book on Herbal Medicine/ Medical lore contained and preserved in the aging pages of this book, derived from the ancient ways of an elder time - and said to be legible to even an untrained man, this is a treasure of his family. A container of much more than healing techniques - sentimental memories and personal notes.
  
  
• Spoiler: Krikt ; Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Female
  Age: 11
  Class: Engineer/Brawler
  Race: Magically altered insect (ant)
  
  Skills:
  Brawler
  Arcane Exoskeleton
  
  
  Physical description:
  - Appearance: As befits a frighteningly enormous ant, Krikt’s body is fully 1.8 meters in length. Standing securely on her six legs and sporting a chitin-plated body, Krikt, even in this strange world we call home, is a sight to behold. Her antennae never seem to stop moving, probing the air for something beyond the sight and ken of humans and probably most others as well. Her emotions, if she indeed has any, are impossible to read from any sort of body language. It is, however, quite difficult not to feel somewhat intimidated by her undeniably sharp jaws, even though Krikt herself would maintain that they are used mostly for scavenging and not impressive at all. The Mark of Ecid seems to have manifested right between her two compound eyes, further adding to the alien appearance of the creature.
  
  Biography: Once an ordinary worker ant, Krikt underwent a curious transformation at the tender age of two months. At this point, a strange mark that had been there since her birth began to emit an even stranger white glow. It was not a day before Krikt started to grow rapidly, reaching about twice her former size in a week. Soon enough the anthill that had been her home for ages became too small for her, and she had no choice but to stay outside, guarding her home from intruders.
  However, the magical transformations she had been undergoing were far from over. Not only did Krikt keep growing physically, but mentally as well. The mysteries of magic, being what they are, seemed to be far from done with her. In fact, soon she had become altered to such a degree that her entire sense of scale, location and home had been totally thrown off. Confused and distraught as much as an ant her size could possibly be, Krikt went on a rampage through the wilderness, eliminating any threats she could see, hear and smell.
  
  After carving a wide swath of destruction through the forest for several weeks, Krikt finally collapsed from exhaustion and was eventually noticed by a wandering hunter. Thinking Krikt to be dead, he carried her off to his cabin in order to better study the hideous magical beast.
  When Krikt awoke, she, angered by the unfamiliar surroundings she was in, tore the hunter to pieces and took possession of the cabin, whereupon her natural imperative to build and reshape took over, and within a week she transformed the hunter’s log cabin into a scaled-up version of the anthill, using all manner of materials she could get her jaws on.
  
  After a while, one of the hunter’s friends, a mage of minor power, came to see what could have happened to his friend. When he found the anthill, he was shocked. However, that was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he met the occupant. A giant ant bearing the mark of Ecid? How utterly bizarre. Of course, he was spared the shock of seeing his friend’s corpse by virtue of the fact that his bones had been picked clean and used to stabilize a certain wall. Completely dumbfounded by this development, the mage chose to subdue the ant and take it to a place devoted to Ecidites – the Bastion.
  
  Once she had been safely delivered to the Bastion, Krikt was carefully studied, and, once it had been established that she was indeed a creature born of a magic anomaly most peculiar, they chose to keep her there and initiate her to human ways, for it was soon apparent that Krikt of all creatures, having very little sense of self and a community-oriented mind, is attuned to the element of Light.
  
  After many years of education, Krikt was deemed humanlike enough to be allowed near other people. They had even taught her human speech, though she is only able to speak it through magic, which is quite arduous for her. The result is that Krikt is a reliable, though incredibly codependent servant, seeking to always fit into a community of some kind, the only thing she can have now that resembles the anthill that she sprang from.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Hunter’s Fingerbones/ (unusable for building, kept in air pocket under exoskeleton)
  
  Collected Formic Acid/ (do not let it make contact with your skin)
  
  Ant Pheromones/ The exuding scent of a worker ant has been known to act as a communication tool. Combine that with an aftereffect of the Sundering, specifically magic, and a natural substance is born - uncontrolled in its effect, safe only to the maker and even then...
  
  This marks her path by leaving a faint trail of miniscule markings, only visible to her own kind.
  
• Spoiler: Systar ; Toaster (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 22
  Class: Thief
  Race: Skylar
  
  
  Skills:
  Honed Reflexes
  Stealth and Subtlety
  
  Physical Description:
  - Appearance: Systar is a lanky male who prefers dark green-grey clothing with a hood, and usually wears fingerless gloves.  He keeps his sandy brown hair cut short and his face clean-shaven.  He's not very tall, only about 5'8", and has the characteristic grey skin of his race.  There's a scar running from the back center of his left hand down nearly to the elbow.  The Mark is located on the back of his left leg, just above the knee.
  
  Biography: Systar grew up in the slums of the big city, where he was raised by the streets.  He never knew his father, and his mother disappeared one night when he was nine.  He was forced to turned to thievery- and running- to survive, as there was no orphanage to take him in.  Despite this, he maintained a happy and upbeat personality, never sinking to violence or taking more than what he needed to get by.  He took to wandering throughout the whole city, learning his way around and appreciating the various sights.  He missed his mother, but never found himself needing her nor a strong urge to find out what happened to her.
  
  Systar was on one his various walks when Fate selected him.  He was at the edge of the world looking out onto the world when he idly scratched at the birthmark on the back of his leg.  He barely remembered it was there, only noticing it when it occasionally itched.  As he raised the leg of his pants, there was a shout behind him.  Fearing a vengeful merchant had found him, he turned to run, but ran straight into the arms of a robed man flanked by a couple guards.  The man started talking quickly about marks and destiny, and before Systar knew what was going on he was being whisked away.
  
  Now, with a vague understanding of what is expected of him, he stands ready to explore the wide world, eager to see what will be found.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Steel Dagger/ A dagger of no special make, it is unrecognizable from any other dagger except for its grip. Systar is rather used to its feel, and he has had it since he started living on the streets.
  
  Dark Clothing/  Simplistic garb, light in weight and made for durability. This gives Systar full freedom of movement while not drawing any unnecessary attention.
  
  Glass Bead/ Only held by a string, this was given to Systar by his mother shortly before she vanished.  The only jewelry he wears- it is usually tucked into any overshirt he is wearing.
  
• Spoiler: Julius Sinaed ; mesor (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender : Male
  Age : 28
  Class : Ranger
  Race : Lupus
  
  Skills :
  Brawler
  Lethality
  
   
  Physical description:
  - Appearance: Julius is 5 feet and an inch in height, bearing long black hair along with slender, black pointed ears. He has a nose well above the average size for a human and possesses delicate facial features - more acute and angled, his irises are a piercing yellow and his face is covered in short black fur. His canines are sharpened to a tip, almost resembling fangs upon sight. He is slight of build with a lithely built body, along with a long black tail which usually stays tucked within his armor. His fingers are humanoid but his nails are longer and slightly curved so as to resemble a claw, as are his toes. He has a single jagged scar running down his left cheek and his mark is located on the back of his neck.
  
  - Clothing: His clothing consists of a set of heavy leather armor that is jet black from head to toe to match his hair and fur.
  
  Biography : Julius was marked as the odd one out at birth, his parents differing in appearance by a long-shot. Most Lupus young appear humanoid, just like their parents with only minor deviations which show them to be half wolves. Julius was at the other end of the spectrum looking a great deal more like a wolf pupthen a man.
  
  As soon as he woke from his slumber, people knew that he was more at home in the natural environment than in artificial ones. As soon as he could walk, he took to exploring the forest, often being gone late into the evening until the hours before dawn - excepting the Long Dark, obviously.
  
  He grew up as a hunter, having discovered his niche in the work, and attributing it to the keen senses of a fox, he was a fantastic shot with a bow and devoted much of his spare time to perfecting this skill.
  Upon reaching adulthood, he bade farewell to his family and turned to the forested biomes of the land, living at peace with the flora and fauna within. Deep inside him, his nature was restless, as if a void had formed in his years of growth - leaving him searching, always seeking a place where he could truly feel at peace.
  
  That nature has finally pushed him to leave the forests and explore the wider world but part of him always yearns to be back beneath the trees.
  
  Inventory :
  Recurve bow/ Personally made, this could be said to be the source of Julius' passion and pride.
  
  Black 'Leather' Armor/ Handed down to him from his father it covers him from head to toe having a black hood to pull over his head to hide his face and the gloves and boots allowing his claws to fit out the ends in case he should have need of them.
  
  Claw-Hands/ he has the hands of a human and has thumbs but the tips of his fingers and toes are slightly curved and he has claws instead of nails.
  
• Spoiler: Alexander Kyrby ; ExKirby (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 29
  Class: Espionage
  Race: Human
  
  Skills:
  Stealth and Subtlety
  Diplomat
  
  
  Description:
  - Appearance: Alexander is a tall person, with his body angled for agility. He usually has his black hair messed up and covering one of his green eyes.
  
  - Clothing: Normally, he wears a white shirt with half of the buttons undone and a black waistcoat, the inside of which contains the tools of his trade including a top hat on certain days suitable for its appearance. He tends to wear common black shoes and pants, if only to contrast his pale skin. His mark sits on the back of his left shoulder.
  
  Bio: It could be said that Alexander had an average childhood-born into a nuclear family, led a happy childhood, and paid no attention to his mark. This was true until he was eleven, at which age he bore witness to the sight of his parents being murdered in cold blood by an assassin. Without this, the young Kyrby might have ended up as a high-earning worksman, or a politician, but the shock of murder sent him into a downwards spiral of angst, sorrow and a burning desire of revenge. These feeling died as soon as they came five years later, as Kyrby understood that, even if he wanted revenge, the murderer would be miles upon miles away. He then turned to books, reading word upon word for a cause, and developing quite a substancial vocabulary at the same time-until he came across a book about politics. While he wasn't qualified enough to be a politician, he could see the cracks in the system, and could simply pull the strings to his advantage. His work led him to the Bastion five years ago-to try find an artifact of some value-but all searches have had no result and Alex is left to his fate.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Butterfly Effect Knife/
  
  Concealed Metal Plating/
  
  Brass Pocket Watch/
• Spoiler: Trent Alzar ; adwarf (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 44
  Class: Shadowguard
  Race: Dwarf
  
  
  Skills:
  Quick Senses
  Photosensitive
  
  Physical Description (include any clothing, if possible): The Mark of Ecid brands Trent's right cheek and is partially distorted by a scar in the shape of an 'X', he also bears three claw marks across his right eye, and another that reaches from the top of his head to the base of his chin on the left side. Around four foot tall, dark brown eyes, and short cut coal black hair that is more often then not covered by the helm of Trent's armor. Trent's face has the look of something carved from stone and the numerous scars appear to be weathering on a statue to many who have seen him. When not in armor he wears clothes as dark as the obsidian trimming of his armor, and a plain cape with a raven embossed upon it.
  
  Biography: Trent was part of the Stone Fox Clan, one of the several Dwarven clans, more like tribes, in the deep north of the world. He grew up in a world of constant war, the clans fought over water sources, food supplies, farmland, and even the caverns, tunnels, an mines beneath the mountain surfaces. At the age of ten during one of many battles against the Iron Wolf clan Trent was taken prisoner and taken back to the Iron Wolf mountain-halls as a slave.
  
  Everyone captured by another tribe in the deep north became slaves, but what was dreaded more then slavery was the possibility to be chosen as a gladiator for one of the Clans. Forced to fight in the arenas, never giving up for the chance that you'll one day earn enough to go free, those who went there died, came out mad, or earned enough to become slaves instead. Trent was picked out to be a gladiator and served as one of the slaves to the Clan Jarl until he reached the age of 18, the day when every dwarf was allowed to bear arms.
  
  Thrown into the arenas Trent was forced to fight, and fight he did, he took part in over one-thousand three hundred gladiatorial fights in his twelve years of imprisonment, fighting everything from his fellow dwarf to the cave trolls that terrorized the deeper parts of the mountain caves. Luckily on his thirtieth name-day the envoy from the Thirteen Holy Orders, the orders that followed the thirteen Dwarven gods, that comes every fifty years arrived in the Iron Wolf mountain-homes. They offered all who would accept admission into their holy orders, most would not join for to many the trials to become a Brother of one of the Holy Orders meant death.
  
  But Trent saw a chance for freedom in their arrival, when the Shadowguard offered him a place as an Initiate he took the offer immediately, and soon left his life of slavery behind. The trip from those mountain-halls to the Mountain-home of the Thirteenth Holy Order, Shadewall, and home to the Shadowguards was a blur to Trent, the days spent in absolute sickness at the sight of the sun and the sheer smells of the outside world.
  
  Ten more years of trials, and battles at the rank of Initiate and finally Trent became a Shadowguard. The Si'ek'tol, or Raven Guardian, was burned into his back before the obsidian grave where Ezekiel rested in the earth, and the blood vows where taken that bound him to loyalty to the God of Darkness, to speak no word against the God of Darkness, to let none live who befoul the name of the God of Darkness, and to be there upon the last day when the terrors Ezekiel pushed back into the darkness return to be the last guard when the Shadow Return returns and no dwarf walks the hallowed Mountain-halls.
  
  With that Trent set out into the world to spread the word of the God of Darkness, preach the coming of the Shadow Return, and bring more Dwarves to the order of the Shadowguard
  
  Inventory:
  Silver Inlaid Battle-Axe/ A weapon which is often attributed to be the mainstay of the Dwarven people, this axe bears images of ravens along the shaft, its crest bearing the symbol of Ezekiel the Savior, embossed in silver.
  
  Jet Black Obsidian Trimmed Plate Mail/ Armored plating covering most of the body, this metal has been coated with Trent's own customary touch and made to withstand the tests of time and battle.
  
  Obsidian Raven/ A Giant Raven carved from obsidian, this is the mark of the Shadowguard and is burnt into their backs upon initiation to their ranks.
  
• Spoiler: Kheir ; Reudh (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 50
  Class: Briarean Geomancer
  Race: Briarean Elder
  
  Skills:
  Toughened Skin
  Graceful Movement
  
  
  Description:
  - Appearance: Kheir's Mark is on his scalp. Kheir is bald, of a build which a human would consider 'fit' but not muscular. Age has not stooped this Briarean. He has a small scar across one of his arms, from an encounter with a bull when Kheir was coming of age. Kheir's facial hair is jet black, his eyebrows dark (both the colour and the sternness of his gaze) and his nose broad. He is approximately seven foot tall, a height which humans consider extraordinary, but Kheir is short for his race. His skin is tanned.
  
  Biography: Kheir's tribe threw him out, after he lost the right to rule to a much younger Briarean Elder called Hekaton. Since then, he has wandered the lands, simply doing jobs where he can to survive. Generally speaking, humans tolerate Briareans, because they're great workers by virtue of their four arms. Kheir still wanders, husbanding his power until such time as he may overthrow Hekaton and regain his lordship. He cares not for his mark, knowing it as merely a birthmark on his scalp. He believes the Bastion may help him if he helps them.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Warped Staff/ It doesn't really need to be used for Geomancy, but it's nice for clubbing fools around the head.
  
  Light Traveling Garb/ A tired but high quality toga with a cloak attached.
  
  Old Ruby Ring/ Kheir was given this by his then beloved, now deceased.
• Spoiler: 'The Magnificent' Royce Orange ; SeriousConcentrate (click to show/hide)

  

  Gender: Male
  Age: 26 or thereabouts
  Class: Entertainer
  Race: Trickster Spirit
  
  Element: Fire
  
  Skills:
  Weapon Finesse
  Trickster of Time
  
  Physical Description:
  - Clothing: Royce dresses in dark shades, with a blue cloak obscuring most of his form. Under that is a black coat that is long enough to reach his calves, secured down the front from collarbones to hips with buttons hidden in the gold lining that also is present around the top of the high collar. Under that, the collar of a gray shirt is barely visible, and his pants (when visible, as they are usually hidden by the combination of his coat and knee-length bearskin boots) are made of tough brown canvas. His coat and shirt are both torn away at the middle of the left forearm, revealing a bit of skin and the brown wrappings around his forearms and hands. Some spare black cloth has been fasioned into a headband to keep his hair out of his eyes; as it's somewhat longer than it needs to be, the ends trail behind him and are light enough to blow in the wind. A simple piece of metal is buckled to his chest at the left side with a pauldron attached to the straps, and across his waist is a wide belt from which his sword hangs.
  
  - Appearance: As for physical form, he is a tall, lean male, standing at about six feet four inches and one hundred sixty pounds. His hair is brown and shaggy, long enough to hang in his face were it not for his headband. His sole visible eye - the left one - is a bright ice blue; the other is covered by a metal plate with an odd symbol in red across the front of it. His face is tattooed the grey of a long-drowned corpse, with a purple heart tattoo around his left eye and a green four-leaf clover tattoo on his left cheek. Slightly darker gray lipstick adorns his mouth. His Mark is on the back of his left hand; normally it is obscured by the brown wrappings, but occasionally it can be seen through the gaps in the material.
  
  Biography: An old trickster spirit who got on the wrong side of a God one too many times during the Age of Myth, Royce is a being locked in an eternal cycle of self-aware mortal reincarnation, who has quite likely gone very, very insane over the slow and steady course of milennia of being born, growing up, growing old, dying, and immediately finding himself - or half the time, herself - being born once more. He has been alive for so long that he tends not to recall anything with any sort of context; all of his past lives are a mashed-up blur, and although he can recall vivid bits and pieces of several different ones, none of them really 'connect'.
  
  This incarnation, he was born to a family of blacksmiths... but it seemed that this go-around was not to be an 'average' life, as he was born with the Mark of Ecid. His family thought that the mark, combined with the fact that he was walking and talking at such a young age with quite an adult vocabulary, meant he was cursed and left him out in the forest to fend for himself. He was fortunate in that instead of being mauled by any vicious animals, he was picked up by a hunter from the Bastion. He grew up in the Bastion for a short period of time, until he was exiled after fourteen years for his continuously troublemaking ways. It was with a rude gesture and the hanging of one of the elder's underwear from a flagpole that Royce left the Bastion to wander the wilds for the next decade, earning a small amount of fame as a traveling entertainer: dueling, 'stage' magic with cards, juggling, ribald jokes, the occasional venture into prostitution and assassination in the richer sections of the world...
  
  It was when he was 25 that he made his way back to the Bastion, where he was allowed to rejoin the group on the grounds that he behaved himself, or at least behaved much more reasonably. Despite this stifling of his rather free spirit, he accepted the terms since he'd wanted a small vacation from the world before going back out and stirring up all the trouble he could once more.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Meskhanet Sword/ This blade belonged to a famous general named Meskhanet. Royce stole it on a whim or a bet or while intoxicated or under threat of death (he's lied about it so much he doesn't remember why he actually did) and although there's nothing special about it other than its history, he continues to use it. As he says, a newer sword is money wasted, and this one's still in good shape. As for the blade itself, it's a simple hand-and-a-half sword with straight quillons and a ruby in the pommel.
  
  Archer's Guard/ A piece of metal set in thick, strong leather and strapped to Royce's chest. It defends the left side of his chest and left shoulder only. It's not all that protective but at the same time it doesn't hinder his mobility or aim in the slightest, and if he's using a bow then it's his left side that's turned toward the enemy anyway.
  
  Royce's Eye Patch/: This bit of metal covers Royce's right eye. There's a rune on the front. Strictly speaking, there's nothing wrong with the man's vision; he just wears it for style.

[Caellath]

Here.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Eisen Narthale
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: Attunement Knight / Chevalier of opportunity, attunement knight would be the best way of describing Eisen. Used to riding and controlling any contraption that may assist his body in moving faster, although sharing a powerful link with animals and being more likely to call upon them for assistance.
Race: Foxfolk / A peaceful people sometimes regarded as possessing odd tastes and habits, they are mostly known for their very low numbers and ability at doing most activities with grace unmatched by most races, their warriors preferring finesse and agility over strength and sluggishness. They usually appear or sound to most humans and other people as...humans, apparently finding a way of hiding or obscuring any animal traits. Their infamy as tricksters and deceivers may be the source of much of the myth around them.

Element: Earth

Skills:
1 - Perseverance: +10 Health
2 - Riding Aptitude: +1 to all complex rolls when Riding on a mount - Air, Sea or Land.
3 - ?

Physical Description:
- Appearance: Eisen has eyes of a very bright blue and a beige-colored hair, his hair usually messy, with the occasional uncut locks falling around and framing a young, curious face. Any fur on his person also follows the same beige color pattern. His Ecid's mark is located at the back of his head, under the line of hair growth.
- Clothing: He wears a green cloth coat with a very large hood usually seen in different positions, to hide his face more or less depending on the occasion. The cloth itself is fairly resilient and reinforced against weather, the coat sporting what seems like downy or white fur near the collar area, a golden trim and long sleeves, allowing the wearer to completely hide his hands whenever desired - his forearms and most of his hands hidden by a fingerless leather protection. His pants are also colored green, with part of their length tucked into sturdy and carefully tied brown leather boots which sport metal reinforcements and a discreet pin attachment for stability and maintaing a grip at surfaces in cases of emergency. His long-sleeved shirt is green as well and is mostly covered by the chestpiece of a well-crafted brown leather armor with hidden steel reinforcements which fits perfectly over the body of the owner.

Biography:
- Eisen was born in the wilds, member of a small group of people know for their attunement to nature and their utmost respect for the natural environment. Their perceived harmony with nature usually translated into what they believed to be a better flow of life energy within them, which was believed to be the reason they tended to have a disturbing presence for any practitioner of magic - which his people in general believed to be harmful to nature when not performed correctly - around them, as well as having peaceful relations with most creatures. Due to that fact, they worked well as soldiers from the shadow whenever the call was made when the group was in need.

Instead of meditating and focusing on training and developing any of his people spell-blocking abilities, Eisen spent most of his time in the wilderness bonding with animals, developing ties with the nature the way some of his people did. As the child grew older, he showed a notable eagerness and passion for riding and speed, as well as mounted combat. In accordance with his people's tradition, he also had minor practice with musical instruments, not knowing how helpful the small amount of time spent on them would show itself years later.

Even if he was loved by his parents, he had been born with the mark of Ecid upon the back of his head, usually having it covered by his hair. It hurt them to let go of him, but they constantly tried to explain to him how necessary it was for his safety, for someone with a mark like his was target of ambitions, and he had to find his own way amidst the world.

And so they did, sending him on a short "pilgrimage", never for him to find his way back to his group once again, being guided and taken to the Bastion at a young age, most likely due to his parents' guidance. He was trapped for his own good and protection, but a bird which has tasted freedoom suffers more when its wings are clipped. Accordingly, Eisen started to seek ways of communicating with the animals and nature through music and sounds even as he was imprisoned and cut off from the outside world he had loved so much...

Inventory:
- Weapon: Yonsun-Nobi / Composite longbow taller than Eisen is, it is an elegant and well-made piece of ranged weaponry, made with the utmost care by Eisen himself under the guidance of his parents; it ended up as part of his experiments on sounds to call upon animals.
- Armor: Hardened Leather-and-Steel Armor / Made from good-quality leather and with a backing of sheets of steel, the armor has a few pieces protecting key parts of his body, although some parts are simply hidden under a layer of clothing.
- Trinket: Flute / Made from polished stone, steel and the finest wood Eisen could find in the woods, his flute is a faithful companion, always available for him to play and subject to his experiments on sounds capable of attracting the animals that reminded him so much of home.

[adwarf]

Spoiler: Trent Alzar (click to show/hide)

Name: Trent Alzar
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Class: Shadowguard - Paladin of the Dwarven God of Darkness, these men take oaths to honor the truth of the Dark and spread his glory as savior of the Dwarven race in the first ages. They take blood oaths to protect those who follow Ezekiel the Savior, and to work as his voice, his priests, his prophets, and his champions when the time comes.

Race: Dwarf

Element: Dark

Skills:
Quick Senses
Photosensitive

Physical Description (include any clothing, if possible): The Mark of Ecid brands Trent's right cheek and is partially distorted by a scar in the shape of an 'X', he also bears three claw marks across his right eye, and another that reaches from the top of his head to the base of his chin on the left side. Around four foot tall, dark brown eyes, and short cut coal black hair that is more often then not covered by the helm of Trent's armor. Trent's face has the look of something carved from stone and the numerous scars appear to be weathering on a statue to many who have seen him. When not in armor he wears clothes as dark as the obsidian trimming of his armor, and a plain cape with a raven embossed upon it.

Biography: Trent was part of the Stone Fox Clan, one of the several Dwarven clans, more like tribes, in the deep north of the world. He grew up in a world of constant war, the clans fought over water sources, food supplies, farmland, and even the caverns, tunnels, an mines beneath the mountain surfaces. At the age of ten during one of many battles against the Iron Wolf clan Trent was taken prisoner and taken back to the Iron Wolf mountain-halls as a slave.

Everyone captured by another tribe in the deep north became slaves, but what was dreaded more then slavery was the possibility to be chosen as a gladiator for one of the Clans. Forced to fight in the arenas, never giving up for the chance that you'll one day earn enough to go free, those who went there died, came out mad, or earned enough to become slaves instead. Trent was picked out to be a gladiator and served as one of the slaves to the Clan Jarl until he reached the age of 18, the day when every dwarf was allowed to bear arms.

Thrown into the arenas Trent was forced to fight, and fight he did, he took part in over one-thousand three hundred gladiatorial fights in his twelve years of imprisonment, fighting everything from his fellow dwarf to the cave trolls that terrorized the deeper parts of the mountain caves. Luckily on his thirtieth name-day the envoy from the Thirteen Holy Orders, the orders that followed the thirteen Dwarven gods, that comes every fifty years arrived in the Iron Wolf mountain-homes. They offered all who would accept admission into their holy orders, most would not join for to many the trials to become a Brother of one of the Holy Orders meant death.

But Trent saw a chance for freedom in their arrival, when the Shadowguard offered him a place as an Initiate he took the offer immediately, and soon left his life of slavery behind. The trip from those mountain-halls to the Mountain-home of the Thirteenth Holy Order, Shadewall, and home to the Shadowguards was a blur to Trent, the days spent in absolute sickness at the sight of the sun and the sheer smells of the outside world.

Ten more years of trials, and battles at the rank of Initiate and finally Trent became a Shadowguard. The Si'ek'tol, or Raven Guardian, was burned into his back before the obsidian grave where Ezekiel rested in the earth, and the blood vows where taken that bound him to loyalty to the God of Darkness, to speak no word against the God of Darkness, to let none live who befoul the name of the God of Darkness, and to be there upon the last day when the terrors Ezekiel pushed back into the darkness return to be the last guard when the Shadow Return returns and no dwarf walks the hallowed Mountain-halls.

With that Trent set out into the world to spread the word of the God of Darkness, preach the coming of the Shadow Return, and bring more Dwarves to the order of the Shadowguard

Inventory:
Silver Inlaid Battle-Axe - Bears images of ravens, the symbol of Ezekiel the Savior.

Jet Black Obsidian Trimmed Plate Mail

Obsidian Raven - A Giant Raven carved from obsidian, this is the mark of the Shadowguard and is burnt into their backs upon initiation to their ranks.

[Spinal_Taper]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Terys Merendial
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Class: Ranger
Race: Half-Elf

Element: Air

Skills:
Deadeye: +1 to ranged damage rolls
Will of a Warrior: Terys has a chance to steel his will and resist the ill effects of powerful strikes.
Ancestral Knowledge: The elven book off medicine in his possesion makes his healing actions more efficient, in general, than those of a non-medical specialist.

Physical Description: Tall and willowy, with long brown hair. Wears his leather vest underneath a loose cotton tunic. His pants match his top, if a bit less billowy. His mark is upon the lower calf of his right leg, with the bottom of it coinciding with the top of his ankle. His elven heritage is readily apparent in his pointed ears and slender frame, but those traits are tempered and moderated by his human blood.

Biography: The story of Terys doesn't begin with him, but it rather begins with his parents.

His mother, Lilianna grew up in a small farming village, under the tutelage of the local hunter, where she learned how to fight with the bow and the dagger. Over the course of her apprenticeship, she became more and more talented with her weapons, as well as more confident in her abilities.

His father was an elf named Herys, who grew up in a traditional retreat environment. As a child, he found an affinity for applying plants and herbs in order to save those who were ill. Under the tutelage of his villages herbalist, he played to his talents and became a healer, applying both the forces of the earth and reagents from herbs.

Eventually, his mothers overconfidence led her to trek too deeply into the forest and was injured in a hunting accident. She lay there, injured and fading in and out of consciousness until Herys found her and returned to his retreat with her in his arms. While he treated her, a bond of friendship formed, which eventually developed into a romance. This was forbidden by his tribe of Elves, as they believed themselves to be the most pure of races, so they gave Herys a choice: Lilianna, or his home. He chose Lilianna, and they left both of their homes behind to make their own lives.

However, not many people liked the elves, likely due to their superiorist attitude. So, the young couple had a difficult time growing up in the city, and even had a few friends. This changed when Lilianna got pregnant.

Where they lived, one of the few things hated more than a human in love with an elf was a human having a child with an elf. They found this out the hard way, with Herys being killed by racial extremists. Lilianna ran back to her home village in shame, but was rejected for betraying them.

Eventually, she found her way to another city, with another name, where she had Terys. She told him his heritage, but never let anyone else know. She knew the dangers of being elvish. This is how he grew up, keeping a secret from everyone he met. Because of this, a certain distance was lent to him. He never really felt at home where he was born, so he traveled in search of one.

Inventory:
An old Yew Longbow
Light Elven Leather Armor
Book on Herbal Medicine

[freeformschooler]

Ah, actually I don't have time for this after all. Very nice OP stuff though. Hopeful for success.

[Tiruin]

Ah, actually I don't have time for this after all. Very nice OP stuff though. Hopeful for success.

Had to PM you as you're one of those who asked in the concept phase. Thanks you ffs. 

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Shella Gavuatu (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 23
Class: Hunter/A warrior that relies on a mix of guile and offense, they are highly skilled at tracking and wilderness survival-and bringing down their chosen prey with bow and blade.
Race: Orc/A race of strong, willful people-the Orcs are humanoids with green skin tones and dark hair. They have warlike tendencies, and many are barbaric and cruel-but indiviual Orcs will often choose to live in more civilized settings to escape the life.
Element: Dark
Skills:
1. Deadeye: +1 to ranged damage rolls
2. Vindication: When at or below 50% health, gain +1 to damage attack and defense rolls.
3.

Physical Description (include any clothing): Shella is a 5.3 Orc female with a well muscled build, a tight stomach and an impressive body. She possesses tough and smooth dark green skin, and long, coal black fine hair that descends almost to her waist in a swaying sheaf. Her eyes are a calming shade of the ocean, deep blue-large and emotive-topped by a pair of arcing black eyebrows. She has two short tusks jutting from her mouth on side, each adorned with a stylized ring of obsidian-her teeth resemble fangs, though not large enough to be threatening normally. Her legs and hips are well toned and strong, giving her a very animalistic look. The mark of ecid is on her left wrist.

Usually, Shella is wearing a full body undersuit of light, non reflective black chainmail and thick leather mixed and matched, leaving little to the imagination-heavy, ironshod leather boots adorn her feet, combined with chainmail studded into leather pants, and mismatched plate pieces over both her knees. Half leather and chain protect her chest and arms, and and while her left hand is Ecid marked, she's wearing a fingerless green cloth glove on her right hand. She's wearing two bracers made of some sort of spiked chitine material. Around her waist is a heavy belt with at least 6 large storage slots and many smaller compartments She's wearing a heavy body length cloak and fancy three cornered hat of the same color as her skin.

Biography: Shella was born into a small clan of more or less peaceful nomadic Orcs called the Gavuatu Clan. They were hunters and gatherers, moving from place to place to avoid trouble. During her youth was tutored in the ways of stalking and war, despite her intentions of perhaps becoming a scholar or explorer one day.

Shellas life was torn asunder when she was just 17-a visiting Human Trader used the opportunity to spring an ambush on the small clan, hoping to enslave and sell them on the open market...he had the help of a traitor. The mans plans went awry went Shella put an arrowshaft through his eye at 600 meters-though his forces broke and ran, the Tribe was devestated. Many of their number were dead, dying, or had been taken as slaves.

Even Shella's own sister, Tagga, had been taken-her only family in the world....she took dual vows on that day, making an Oath to the dark forces of Justice-and having the tuskbands magically bonded to her until she fulfilled them both-to save her sister from captivity, and punish the traitor, who only goes by the name Ephia.

She has been hunting for five years, doing small jobs to keep herself fed and housed when it was required-the need for Revenge consumes her.

Shella did not give much thought to the Mark of Ecid-the Orcish people had little idea what is was-until the Bastion found her. Seeing a chance to obtain true power, and perhaps finally a lead on the targets she had pursued so long, Shella had decided to do everything she can to take advantage of it.

Inventory:
Obsidian Oath Rings/An Orcish Tusk-mark that denotes one who has taken a vow of revenge-she's wearing two, which indicates two separate vows. They cannot be removed by any Earthly force until these tasks are completed, or is rendered invalidate by fate-being magically bonded, as long as the target of these Vows remain alive, they will remain bonded. As such, Shella knows her sister-and the traitor-both still live.

Gavuatan Orcish Slurbow/A crossbow like weapon Shella favors, with a distinctive wooden hood over the top of the stock. There is a gap between this shroud and the stock that allows the string to travel unimpeded, firing either traditional bolts for common enemies, or rounded lead shot against foes like the undead. She can reload it with a single hand, using her thumb to cock it back, but requires both to fire accurately.

Clan Armor/Handcrafted from pieces she has taken over the years from worthy enemies, Shellas armor is sturdy and light-giving her full range of movement and protecting her from errant blows. she feels more comfortable in the armor, than out.

[Digital Hellhound]

Ooh, nifty formatting in the OP. Very cool.

Reserved, watch this space.

[mesor]

Coming right up.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Julius Sinaed
Gender : Male
Age : 28
Class : Ranger : A master of stealth and ranged combat he knows how to live off the land and survive in the harshest of environments and can track and identify almost any animal that he has ever seen or heard about.
Race : A race of half wolf half humans there form varies some are closer to a human in appearence while others are closer to a wolf ranging from humans with pointed ears and large noses to those with full body fur and tails or claws and fangs. They often prefer to live in the wild and are never more at home then when in the darkness.
Element : Air.
Skills :
Brawler: +2 to melee unarmed combat [Accuracy and Damage]
Lethality: Higher chance upon a critical to hit and damage vulnerable areas.
Physical description :Julius Is 5 ft 1 and has long black hair with long black pointed ears. Has a nose well above the average size for a human and delicate facial features although his eyes are a piercing yellow and his face is covered in short black fur with very sharp fanged teeth are pure white.
He is slight of build with very nimble arms and legs and a long black tail that stays tucked with his armor. His only clothing consists of a set of heavy leather armor that is jet black from head to toe to match his hair and fur.
His fingers are humanoid but his nails are longer and slightly curved so as to resemble a claw as are his toes. He has a single jagged scar running down his left cheek and his mark is located on the back of his neck.
Biography : Julius was the odd one out from birth, his parents were very human in appearance with only minor features showing them to be half wolves but Julius was very much at the other end of the spectrum looking a great deal more like a wolf then a man.
Perhaps he had simply inherited more of the wolf dna then that of a human but he was more at home in the wilds almost from birth. As soon as he could walk he took to exploring the forest often being gone late into the evening until he stumbled home covered in mud and dirt. As he grew he discovered that he was faster then others of his race and his longing for the forests grew along with his size.
Having the keen senses of a fox he discovered he was a fantastic shot with a bow and devoted much of his spare time to perfecting this skill.
The day he turned 18 and was officially recognised by his people as a man he said fair well to his family and vanished deep into the forest and spent the next 10 years wandering it always seeking a place where he could truly feel at peace but he had a restless nature and so could never find such a place.
That nature has finally pushed him to leave the forests and explore the wider world but part of him always yearns to be back beneath the trees.
Inventory :
A hand crafted recurve bow that he made himself. He spent a week searching for the right tree to take the wood from and spent months afterwards searching for the right animals to take the sinew to make the string from; it was the first weapon he ever made and it is his pride and joy.

black leather armor handed down to him from his father it covers him from head to toe having a black hood to pull over his head to hide his face and the gloves and boots allowing his claws to fit out the ends in case he should have need of them.
Wolfish claws , he has the hands of a human and has thumbs but the tips of his fingers and toes are slightly curved and he has claws instead of nails.

[lawastooshort]

Looks very nice Tiruin! I'm very short for time for the next few months though, so I think I will let someone join who'll do your effort justice... (and Dwarmin and Caellath's ehehe)

[Ochita]

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Name: Gurrath Halsen
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Class: Flowing spearman
Race: Human
Element: Water

Skills: 1: Quick Senses: +1 to melee accuracy rolls
         2: Precision Striking
         3: ?

Physical Description: Gurren is 5'11", possessing a body frame that shows that he's been doing labor for some time, along with several scars, from previous encounters with various foes. He has greenish-brown eyes, along with unkempt messy dark brown hair. When he's in a town, socilising, he likes to wear slightly loose robes with an aquatic style to them, with shades of blue and dark green, along with a hood, in a style similar to a monks robe. When he's in armor or in the wilderness, he prefers to wear a set of tan leather clothing, mostly because its practical in the wilderness. His mark is on the back of his neck.

Biography: Gurren used to be in a mercenary group, situated in a desert not so far from the Bastion. Due to the fact that Gurrath could use magic to aid in his fighting, he was accepted into the group at an slightly earlier age that most, getting in at 19 instead of having to be 21. This just meant that he felt that he had to work harder to prove his worth, and so he took to a slightly more risky way of fighting, accumulating the scars that pattern his body to today. It was only 2 years ago when after a particularly haunting event, that Gurrath decided to leave the mercenary group, in a slightly bittersweet yet still on good terms.  He has taken these two years to reflect on his choices, and after some contemplation, he decided to try to get the Bastions attention, becoming a mercenary again, and making a name for himself.

Inventory:
Weapon: Twisting spear: THis weapon was the first weapon that Gurrath was given, that was made for him. It only appears to be twisting alongside the metal shaft, but that's only a trick of the craftsmanship. Its covered with small nicks and slight scratches, yet it is maintained well.
Armor: Chainmail: This armor is what Gurrath uses in battle, as his style of fighting does require some agility.
Trinket: An old book, given to him by an older mercenary in his old group. It details some basic spear techniques, along with a couple of minor cantrips of the water element. Gurrath keeps it because it helped with the turning point of his life.

Whew! And done.

[Skyrunner]

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Scrapped for rehaul or not.