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Hey guys

Here we got our OOC thread to all questions, suggestions or whatever might be the topic.

Just a quick note on the rules:


I plan to keep it quite fast paced, normally 2 days deadline. Lets see how things work out when going to school might end up with 3 days most of the time.

I will at no time take control of your character, it is yours alone, and I will not make decisions for you, .

Please keep in mind, how many shots you got left, and how well maintained your equipment is.

In case of a dialogue I will normally postpone modpost.

Action whether it being scouting, repairing or you name it, will be my decision to choose the amount of success. This also includes combat, I won’t throw any dies, but will keep combat in your favour unless of course you don’t use your head. This also include the better your fighting posts the better combat goes – normally! Of course minor actions you can suppose succeed.

So this will be the rules.


The players in this RPG are:
Dreadlord7476
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Name: Kailleth Blackthorn
Class: male warrior
Stats: 5ws 4s 3t 3d 3i
Age: 121

Height: 5’10 (short in elf terms)
Build: lean and muscle,
Face: dark steal blue eyes
Raven black hair to mid back length
Fare pale white skin (typical of an inside life of the city)
Tattoos: 1 tattoo on each forearm
On the rite the rune of loyalty
On the left the rune of discipline

Equipment: Light armour, shield, 2 long swords
(All his equipment is of good quality and is well maintained)
(All robes and small closes are black in the style of Hag Graef and rather worn)

Kailleth Blackthorn was a young elf in the city of Hag Greaf, he was born to a simple life with his father being a high ranking retainer and family guard to one of the Nobel Families of the city, Kailleth never know his mother and learned at an early age not to ask his father about her. Kailleth was trained in his duties as soon as he was able to hold a sword and aim a crossbow. In the hope he would one day fallow his father’s footsteps. As a youth he spent half his waking day in the training yard, drilling and sparing with other young druchii and off duty guards. The other half he spent in his studies of history, war and his favourite obsessions, the dogma and texts of Kaine. Kailleth was trained in the art of the sword the spear and crossbow and to diligently respect his armour and weapons, and above all to obey ones master and to lay down his life if asked without question.

On his 100 year Kailleth became a family guard to the Nobel family, just like his father. He performed his duty for 10 years with without question until one tragic night.

It was just past the hour of the wolf when Kailleth was harshly ripped from his chamber by other house hold guards. Confused and disorientated from a blow to his head during the struggle in his chamber, Kailleth was dragged in to the mane courtyard and Thrown to the cold marble yard. As he got his baring he looked around and saw the just under half of the other guards were also in the yard some seemed to have been yanked from bed like him, the others looked to have been in fights and were wounded.
His eyes took little time to august to the night time gloom, as he scanned the perimeter or the courtyard he made out the figures of other druchii with cross bows standing solder to shoulder, he didn’t recognize there heraldry, but after a minuet he realised that not all the soldiers were unfamiliar to him. He counted about a third of his follow guards with them. Backstabbing fiends he spat. Before he could cures them any further a tall Druchii walked out onto the balcony from their masters bed chamber, he had his war helm under his arm and blood dripping from his gauntleted hands, he looked out over the mass of broken and beaten guards, With a wicked smile he began to speak.

Welcome to my new home! He said opening his arms in a sign of welcome. I am fain tairnis your new master, I have just taken this estate to settle an old debt. He weekly chuckled to himself then continued. As you might see . . . some or your fellows have already swore their oaths of loyalty to me, I will now give you the opportunity to do the same. He paused for affect then looked over his shoulder and nodded, then one of the guards was dragged out to the balcony and thrown on to the railing so his head and arms daggled over, (it was Kailleths father) with the same smile he spoke again. If you chose that old loyalties die hard like this old wretch. Producing a small dagger Fain pulled back the head of Kailleth’s father, so be it! Then opened his throat.

Kailleth has never forgotten that night. Most of him died that night as he whacked his father’s exaction.
He mindlessly went throw the act, he swore his oath and carried on as a guard, for a time, after some months Kailleth made his escape it wasn’t grand spectacle or daring feat, he simply on duty one night said he heard something outside the main gate and went to check it out and never turned back.
From that point on Kailleth has played the trade of a mercenary not caring weather his life has purpose or if he’ll ever have a family, he has never tried to fill the void in his life with vengeances because he knows it is pointless. So now spends his days looking to kaine for a path to travel, and money to fill his purse, the only think Kailleth has left is fight for is to stay alive

Ambitions- well Kailleth’s only goal is to survive, get rich and to slay in kaines name.

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Name: Ariël(she forgot her last name)
Sex: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 80lbs
Appearance: With long black hair, blood red eyes with the pupils of a predator, pale skin like many Druchii, a Khaitan covering her slender body, Black light armour, witch-crafted shield with unknown runes on the steel rims, a witch-crafted sword with unknown runes on its blade, a bottle filled with a scarlet liquid attached to her belt.

Class: Warrior
Character Statistics: WS6 S4 T2 D3 I3
Starting Equipment: light Armour(EP 2), Steel Bender(EP 2), Grim Sever(EP 3), a bottle of blood, given to her by her adoption mother.
Steel Bender; Steel shield with yet to be explained runes
Grim Sever; a black-steeled longsword with yet to explain enchantment runes(minor power), given to her by her mother for her 20th birthday. During practise she'll leave in sheathed, only taking it out in real combat as it whistles when touched by blood.
Light Armour; No helmet, Breastplate, the rest is covered by the Khaitan, Gloves and a gauntlet on her right arm(arm with which she uses Grim Sever), and greaves for minimal hindrance.

Background:
Being born into this world unwanted, her parents, both from Har Ganeth, discarded her to the streets as a little baby. Getting picked up by a Death Hag from the tower, she was taken in as a daughter to the Hag, who raised her in the same style as the executioners and Witch Elves. From the age of 18, while learning all the trademarks of the executioners, the witch elves and the sorceresses, she also learned about the combat style of the guards defending the mighty city. A lesser Druchii would easily get manipulated into adjusting to one combat style and one form of fighting, yet she trained in all forms. Being extremely fond of a sword and a shield, she managed to train in that as well, aside from all the magic training of the sorceresses, the dual wielded training from the Witch elves, and the Draich Training from the Executioners. Accepted as a daughter of Khaine, none of these thought it to be extremely strange to have a female Druchii being taught in the skills of the Execution, nor was it strange that the Witch Elf Hags and the sorceresses all wanted to have her as an apprentice.

Accepted in the Khainite group she was indeed, yet she wasn't a devote to Khaine at all. Her faith did lie with the blood-handed-one, yet she didn't express this with sacrifices and such. Often during the annual Death Night, she remained in her chambers, sitting in the window opening and looking down at the streets as the witches roamed over them in search of blood and sacrifices like every other night. Often enough she laughed when one of the witches dragged a volunteer toward the Cauldron, and was drained of his life essence. Drinking a cup of wine during most nights that she enjoyed on her chambers gazing the stars and looked at the sacrifices, she drank a cup of blood during the Death Night before going over to the wine. The blood reminded herself of the suffering she went through and she turned it to a habit, just like the bath of the Death Hags in the Cauldron for refreshed youth. It was often the cup of blood that refreshed her energy until the next, as the cup itself had the same engravings as the Cauldron. The view over the city was impressive, and as soon as night fell, it was absolutely beautiful to sit in a safe shell of brick and iron gazing at the stars that the Gods had created for them.

During a night on her 35th birthday, she gazed like every other day toward the stars. The Death Hags had a fight once more on whom was first to bathe in the Cauldron. The Death Night wasn't just a celebration to Khaine, it was also a celebration of her birthday to her. All the sacrifices that were made were part of her gifts. Knowing full well that this was none sense, she relaxed herself with the cup of blood, freshly poured from the sacrifices. Har Ganeth, you just got to love all the death. was her main thought about the city while she sniffed the fleshly poured wine through her nostrils. Her preference when to the Brittonian wines, yet the Emperial wines were good as well. Dwarven beer was one of the few things that many elves hated, yet she was quite fond of the bitterness of the liquor. The High Elf wines were rare across Naggaroth, and she didn't know how it tasted. However, knowing the Druchii wines taste good to her, she figured that since its wine it couldn't be that bad.

Her 45th birthday wasn't as special either, yet Khaine did tend to become cruel from time to time. One of the many nobles of the city, one using the last name Maveric, forced his way into her room, against the death hags advise. Seeïng the young elf sitting on the window's edge, her hair moved by the winds, sipping the blood and enjoying the Death Night for the 39th time, the nobleman grinned.

"What is a cute young girl doing in a place like this? Looking for some company?" the noblemen grinned.

The words attracted the attention of Athriël indeed, yet not in a good sense of the word. She turned her head toward the noble and her feature turned dark almost immediately. She stood up from the window into the room and placed the goblet of blood on the edge. Instructing the noblemen to leave with a gesture, she showed him that she wasn't happy with his arrival in her room uninvited. The nobleman appeared to be ignorant and stubborn, proceeding toward the young warrior. As he talked sweet words toward her, and approached her. She slowly reached for the sword in standing against the table, giving the nobleman time to turn around and leave of own free will. The noble proceeded, giving her no choice but to grab the sword. Once the sheath was in her hand, the noble lunged forward at her, trying to grasp the young slender body of Athriël. However, she quickly side stepped, drew the sword in a spin and placed its blade against the throat of the noblemen.

"You shall leave this temple, or you'll be the next sacrifice to Khaine and my first one as well." She said in an angry tone.

The noble turned around toward the door and left the room for the rest of his life. She returned to the goblet of blood, sipping the life essence from its golden metal. I should have killed him, he would make due for another two glasses. .

Character Ambitions: She wishes to get tougher, stronger and faster. Aiming for the skills Acrobatics and Freerunning.

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• Name: Talahisior Seth'ranis.
• Sex: Male.
• Age: Around 250.
• Height: 6 foot 5 inches.
• Weight: 12 ½ stone.
• Appearance: Slender and toned, Talahisior appears ghostly to those who have the bad fortune of seeing him. His skin has a pale, ashen hue to it, as does his hair, which falls from a topknot. His eyes bear down on those who meet his gaze with the brassy hatred of a devotee of the Bloody Handed god. His face is cruel and disdainful; on either cheek he wears a diagonal ritual scar. He wears clothing of muted shadowy tones, preferring to wear the darkness and bloodstains of his many victims to over embellished armour. He moves with swift precision and a measure of caution, seeing himself as much a tool for murder as the two swords that hang from his belt.

• Character Class: Khainite.
• Character Statistics: WS5, S3, T3, D4, I3.
• Starting Equipment: Short Sword x 2, Light Armour, Throwing Dagger
• Starting Skills: Ambidexterity

• Character Background: There are none who live who know of Talahisior's true origins. There are those who have come to know him, for good or ill, and they shall all tell you of his skill with the sword, and the relish with which he harvests souls for Khaine.

He prefers to keep a distance, watching silently, coldly calculating the measure of those he walks amongst. Not residing in any one place, it is said Talahisior is a survivor of the schism between the Temple of Khaine, and "The True Believers" which resulted in bloody riots in Har Ganeth. He spends his days wandering, worshipping the Lord of Murder in the only manner he sees fit; in battle, wanton acts of violence, and the slaying of those worthy few that would make good offerings.

He spends any spare time he has meditating or practicing his sword skills. Knowing well the danger of his alignment, he keeps his business his own. He has been known to offer his skills in training a select few the art of the sword, and is suspected as well of teaching a few trusted acolytes the ways of his "spiritual path".

(vignette from an appearance by Talahisior in one of my stories)
Corvenhirlan heaved open the oak doors and ran into the darkened hallway with a shout. Spinning his glaive in front of him as his eyes adjusted to the soft glow of the witchlights in the dark interior, he skidded to a halt seeing Yvoris near the window, an unknown druchii nearby.

‘Step away from her.’ He growled, lowering the hooked tip of his weapon to point at the stranger. He took two steps forwards, adding ‘Now.’

Talahisior examined the retainer and backed away, displaying his hands palms open, to the guard. ‘Now let’s not be hasty.’

Corvenhirlan grunted and lunged at the white haired stranger, jabbing his glaive at the druchii’s throat. As fast as a striking serpent, Talahisior unsheathed his swords and parried the blow with his left blade, spinning around and reposting with an overhead cut with his right, aimed at the guard’s neck.

The retainer twisted on his left foot, the sword glancing off his shoulder and down his chest plate as his glaive crashed loudly against the black granite floor. The swordsman pressed his advantage slicing at the guard with both swords, each blade singing as it spun through the air. Corvenhirlan stepped back with each strike, barely able to parry each blow with the steel haft of his halberd. With a snarl he ducked a swipe aimed at his head and spun his glaive in a wide circle, intent on knocking the stranger from his feet.

Talahisior anticipated the strike and leaped upwards and back, before standing with his right blade pointed at the retainer, his left in a defensive position across his body. Corvenhirlan lifted his glaive, holding it above his head and charged at his opponent, bringing the deadly blade down as the gap diminished. Talahisior lowered his stance, raising his swords above his head in an X shape, catching the blade, sliding back against the polished floor with the momentum of the blow. Corvenhirlan kept up his charge pushing Talahisior against the table at the bottom of the staircase, the statue falling from it and shattering on the floor as the table tipped over.

Finding himself pressed against the banister of the stairway, Talahisior narrowed his brass eyes and pushed with all his might forcing the glaive away. Corvenhirlan rocked backwards a little from the shove, but had a better balance, and brought his weapon up for another blow. At these close quarters, Talahisior had a minor advantage, needing less room to manoeuvre his blades for an effective strike. He pulled back his right sword and feinted at Corvenhirlan’s throat. As the guard angrily shoved against the weapon with the shaft of his glaive, Talahisior stabbed with his left blade at the gap between Corvenhirlan’s plate armour beneath his right arm. The guard saw the blow a moment too late to respond swiftly and the sword bit into his flesh by an inch, the rings in his chainmail shirt beneath his armour popping under his arm as the blade burst through them.

Roaring in surprise, the retainer swung around, sweeping the glaive in a deadly arc at Talahisior’s head. The druchii rolled out of the way with barely a moment to spare, and the sharp blade of the deadly weapon hissed past him smashing through four carved banister rails, shattering the stone noisily.

Corvenhirlan pulled the weapon free and brought it down at his opponent, the swordsman rolling forwards and striking up with both blades aiming to bring them together with a scissoring motion around the retainer’s neck. The guard angled his halberd downwards, the tip of the weapon aimed at Talahisior’s chest in an attempt to split him open. The halberd met with the crossed swords and the two struggled against each other, neither able to break the locked weapons, nor wanting to. The first to pull back would be sure to suffer a lethal blow. The two opponents stared fiercely at each other waiting for the other to weaken.

• Character Ambitions: He desires to slay, to see blood run for his Lord. A deeply spiritual druchii, his ambition is to worship through killing, perhaps even seeing the True Faith overthrow the political puppets of the Temple. Wishes to advance in Ambidexterity, Two Weapon Fighting, and Frenzy.

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• Name: Nardiz Taxokoar
• Sex: Male
• Age: 120
• Height: 1m 95cm
• Weight: 95kg
• Appearance:
Short black/brown hair, do to having spend a lot of time outside patrolling and standing guard he is less pale that the ‘normal’ druchii. He spends a lot of his spare time practicing and therefore he is more muscular that the ‘normal’ druchii. His armour is made up of a steel chest plate polished so it shines and a red tunic and he is wearing leather sandals with iron rivets to secure his foothold (also they do make some nice marks when used for stamping on an opponent). He is carrying a think oval shield, with a centre grip covered by a metal boss, and a short double edged sword, designed for stabbing (but can make some pretty cuts).

• Character Class: Warrior
• Character Statistics: WS: 4, S: 4, T: 3, D: 3, I: 4
• Starting Equipment: Short Sword, Shortbow, 1 clip of 20, Medium Armour, Shield
• Starting Skills:

• Character Background:
Nardiz’s father was a sergeant in the army. He had command over 50 men. Nardiz spent much of his childhood playing around the fields and forests around his home. His mother often told Nardiz stories about his father, when he was off on a raid or a campaign. When Nardiz’s father then was on leave he would train Nardiz in the way of the sword and shield, when training they didn’t speak much, and a wrong moves from Nardiz’s side would be quickly retaliated by a strike from his fathers sword.

When Nardiz was about 13 his father dies in an ambush by the asur, never before have Nardiz hated anybody with the fury he now welcomes. His mother, destroyed by sorrow abandoned him. For all Nardiz knows she might have committed suicide. Not knowing what to do Nardiz heads off to Naggaroth where he found an army camped outside the walls. Nardiz starts following the army, learning the trade of war from the very best. Every time the army commits to battle Nardiz finds a nearby hill of sorts and he spends his time observing the movement and tactics of the army. In Nardiz’s spare time he practiced in the way of the sword and shield side by side with the recruits who seem to have accepted the presents of this boy.

Nardiz was slowly and steadily integrated into the army, at first he had to bring water to the men when in combat, latter he got a crossbow and was placed into a unit of crossbowmen. Nardiz hated this, he had of cause seen how affective a volley of blot could be, but in his mind all archers was cowards. He craved to be moved over to the front line where he felt he belonged. After having ‘accidently’ shot a recruit, he was transferred to the front line in a hope that he would be killed. But he only grew stronger there and before long he was among the better half of the army when using a sword and shield. Nardiz spent the next 50 years as a foot soldier before the command realized his potential after that he was promoted to sergeant and over the next 25 years the number of men in his unit steadily raised along with the difficulty of his missions and tasks. Nardiz’s ambition at the time was to get command of an army and then lead it in on a campaign to break the neck of the damn asur once and for all.

At the age of 93 Nardiz had command over 50 men. He had just gotten a new superior, an arrogant basted fresh out of officer school, who could not tell a coldone from his ass. And well of course he had gone drunk of his new found power. And the first thing the bafoon (which was what the new commander got called behind his back) does is to order Nardiz and his unit of on a recon mission to locate a shadow warrior camp 50 miles east with no backup. No matter how much Nardiz argued against it saying that his men would be cut to pieces by a bunch of shadow warriors, the bafoon didn’t move a inch, and had Nardiz spoken another word he would have been executed for treason. Infuriated by his orders he led his unit east. After about 45 miles Nardiz’s unit was walking thru a clearing in a dense forest, Nardiz was on edge because they could fall upon the shadow warrior camp any minute. Before he knew what was happening the front and back 3 ranks died do to arrows and a group of 30-50 shadow warriors were charging the unit Shields up! Draw swords! Stand together! Steady men! Ready! Nardiz cried as the assailants closed the gap between them and his men, just before the gap was closed another volley of arrows hit his men creating holds the shadow warriors used to destroy Nardiz’s unit in seconds damn the bafoon to Ulthuan! This is all his fault Nardiz thought as he raised his shield to block a blow aimed to decapitate him and stabbing under it at the crotch of his opponent, his father’s training kicked in throat and crotch Nardiz is the fastest way to kill a man hit him anywhere else and he will have strength to take u with him to death his father used to say. He looked over his shield and saw his men being cut too pieces and cried out sorrow the only way to survive is to run he thought and looked for a way out of the fight. He found it as Nardiz started running he slung his shield over his back to make save him from arrows and blows. He swung he sword wildly to carve a way out of the battle. As Nardiz reach the safety of the forest he looked over his shoulder seeing the last of his men getting cut down like wheat for the scythe. He swore to himself that he would slay the bafoon as revenge for this defeat. Nardiz made it back to Naggaroth in one piece and the first thing he did was to walk up to the bafoon and slice his throat and run into the wild. The guards around the commander were so stunned that they just watched Nardiz run away. Nardiz spend the next 7 years as a sellsword before he found a guard job at a rich noble and stayed there 18 years, before he went back on the road selling his sword and shield to any having enough money.

• Character Ambitions: Nardiz’s goal right now is to break the neck of the asur and add Ulthuan to the realm of druchii, he needs money and men to do this. Nardiz is aiming to increase WS and T. He is trying to achieve the following skills: Awareness, Defensive Fighting, Masterful Endurance and Anarin Sarath (3)

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And so it begins! :D

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Nightcall wrote:
And so it begins! :D
Indeed it does! :D i figured you might want a place especially in the beginning where all chars are close to each other.. ^^

I think Evazorek ends up joining us as well. He is just altering the Char. And therefore of course the captain also includes him in the names for reckon the Island.

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do we have to be wary of weapons decaying (might not be the right word)? I mean if you took out a blade or a bow during heavy rain there is a high chance that it would be destroyed if you did not dry it properly and well on a ship it is hard to find a dry spot. and also if we drop and weapons do we have to be worried about it getting bent or broken?

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Equipment: Short Sword, Shortbow, 1 quiver of 17 (5 poison), Medium Armour, Shield.
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drop weapons no.. I don't expect any of you to be clumsy. But weapons can break from hard attacks or similar. I don't think i can manage to have water as a factor as well. so lets keep that out for the moment and only think about repairing weapons after one adventure unless i say the weapon break druing a fight.. ^^

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Spectre, please make your posts a bit more... logical. Your lack of dots, comma's and such really intervene with the pleasure of reading.

Make long, fluid sentences like an elf would, instead of short, stumpy sentences like those of a dwarf.

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Ws:5 S:4 T:3 D:4 I:3
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Enchanted* Obsidian Long sword, MC Light armour, Dark Steed(Sephirah), Shield, MC Longbow(89 arrows), 56 Circlets, Maibed Dagger, Asur Spear and Disguise.
Age: 89
Skills: Ride, Acrobatics
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Since Kinslayer uses my originally mod colour in group 22 i have just changed it for dark red instead...

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so? There isn't a colour that hasn't been used.

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Carathyle Maveric:(Group 28 Warrior)
Ws:5 S:4 T:3 D:4 I:3
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Enchanted* Obsidian Long sword, MC Light armour, Dark Steed(Sephirah), Shield, MC Longbow(89 arrows), 56 Circlets, Maibed Dagger, Asur Spear and Disguise.
Age: 89
Skills: Ride, Acrobatics
*Increased Strength, holds the soul of his father


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Carathyle Maveric wrote:
Make long, fluid sentences like an elf would, instead of short, stumpy sentences like those of a dwarf.


Okay i will shall do my best to please you. Although i will have u know that i am not very good at grammar.

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neither am I, english is a foreign language to me... but I'm an author so I tend to know a thing or two about that :P

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Enchanted* Obsidian Long sword, MC Light armour, Dark Steed(Sephirah), Shield, MC Longbow(89 arrows), 56 Circlets, Maibed Dagger, Asur Spear and Disguise.
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Sorry for the short post, was at tournament yesterday and woke today to find my internet down and i just got it back and didn’t want to miss the first deadline

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thats okay.. i am altering your direction since we are on a coast we only got 3 directions and the sea behind.

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Name: Evazorek Eleset
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Age: 110
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 110lbs

Appearance: Pale skin almost to the point of being grey with a slight blue tint. Deep, predatory eyes the colour of the darkest shade of obsidian. Long black hair pulled tightly into a military top knot.

A single scar crosses the left cheek which he received from a duel of honour with a rival from his youth. Evazorek is tall and lithe, covered in heavily defined muscles; the body of a dedicated warrior.

Evazorek wears a set of fine clothes in sea dragon green. A matching set of boots and belt made from cured and reinforced human hide. Over this Evazorek wears his artfully crafted purple armour as is tradition in his house.

Character Class: Warrior
Character Statistics: WS-5 S-4 T-3 D-3 I-3
Starting Skills: n/a
STARTING EQUIPMENT
Sicarar: Long Sword P-3 S-3 (EP2)
Medium Armour P-3 H-2 (EP3)
House Eleset Heraldic Shield P-2 H-2 (EP2)

Background: Evazorek Eleset is a young noble of a family greatly respected in Ghrond. He is the second son of House Eleset’s current lord, Skirdor Eleset. Evazorek spent his youth with his brother Althalus being schooled in the ways of war, life in Druchii society and skills needed to succeed in a harsh and unforgiving world.

Evazorek took to learning like a moth to a flame. He had a great capacity for absorbing information and soon excelled in all of his classes, particularly sword combat and leadership. He was intelligent and deadly, but also quick to anger much like his father. Althalus was a lot more cold and calculating like their mother Dolabev, and it wasn’t long before Althalus began to plot his younger brothers’ demise.

Evazorek as the second son was not placed to take charge of the great house upon his father’s death, instead he would become a noble tasked with defending Naggaroth and leading part of Ghrond’s fearsome army. This suited the young noble just fine; He enjoyed tactics and war games and he was growing into quite a deadly swordsman. He had dreams of rising to be a Dread Lord serving Malekith and bringing swift death to the traitor’s who dwelt on Ulthuan.

His brother was not as skilled or as strong as Evazorek and a divide began to form between them fuelled by jealousy and a need to impress his tutors and father. When the brothers were nearing their 25th year, they were tasked with surviving in the wilderness outside Ghrond’s protective walls for 5 nights. Athalus saw this as his opportunity to strike and remove his favoured younger sibling.

On the third night in the cold, unforgiving wilderness of Naggaroth, the pair was making camp near a small outcropping of razor sharp rocks. Althalus strode away from the camp claiming he was going to fetch wood for the fire. What he didn’t tell his brother is that he had placed a magical lure at the camp which attracted beings of chaos. Evazorek was alone and unprepared when the beast men leapt from the shadows of the trees and attacked the camp.

Evazorek was no coward and he leapt at the beast men with whatever was to hand at the time. The fight lasted no longer than 50 seconds and by the end, four fully grown beast men lay dead around the camp. Althalus returned and to his shock his brother was still alive and what’s more, he had a collection of heads to take back as trophies.

Althalus was incredibly angry and frustrated that his plan had failed; he never expected his younger, idiot brother to have been a match for the chaotic beast men. He could contain his rage no longer; this was supposed to be his opportunity to rid himself of this whelp. Althalus let loose with a savage roar and charged at his brother.

Evazorek was shocked to turn and see the roar he heard had come from his brother who was running at him full pelt with his sword drawn. Without skipping a beat Evazorek drew his blade from its scabbard just in time to parry his brothers’ first blow. Steel rang against steel as blow after blow was deflected by Evazorek’s blade but he was beginning to tire.

The duel lasted what seemed like an age to the pair and after many blocked attempts, Althalus finally scored a cut straight across his brothers left cheek. Partly blinded and enraged by the spilling of his blood Evazorek launched at his brother with renewed aggression and power. As skilled with a blade as Althalus was, he could not stand up to his brother’s raw aggression and tenacity. Finally Althalus conceded bruised and bloody and fled the camp.

Evazorek was victorious and the fact he was still alive was a testament to his skill even at so young an age. He knew that he could not beat Althalus back to the city and that his brother would weave a tale where Evazorek tried to assassinate him and their father would believe him as it seemed more logical that way given Druchii society. It saddened Evazorek that he would not be able to return home but he buried that sadness with rage at his brothers foolish actions.

As he gathered up his meagre possessions and headed into the wilderness with no clear destination in mind, he swore by the twin moons that he would one day return to Ghrond and claim vengeance on his cowardly sibling.

Character Ambitions: Evazorek’s long term ambition is to be able to return home to the city of Ghrond and take vengeance upon his brother who tried to kill him during that fateful night some years ago. He cannot allow his brother to claim their father’s seat of power because it will spell certain doom for Evazorek but if he can build up his own power base before his brother then he may have enough influence to directly confront and remove him.

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Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:20 am
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Ariël... doesn't care for the Reaver's safety ^_^ Nor his will.

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Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:27 pm
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Evazorek? Perhaps an idea for when you post: read the whole bloody thing and not just the post before you

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Enchanted* Obsidian Long sword, MC Light armour, Dark Steed(Sephirah), Shield, MC Longbow(89 arrows), 56 Circlets, Maibed Dagger, Asur Spear and Disguise.
Age: 89
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Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:35 pm
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Hi guys, I've seen a couple of posts referring to torches and robes. Do you mean rope? We're going to need to tie a hell of a lot of robes together to get into the passage Ariël has discovered, otherwise...

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yeah, he means ropes. Spelling errors are allowed, and I don't know Senluthan's nationality either unfortunately. I'm Dutch and I know the difference between robes(the things you wear) and ropes(the thing you use on a raft for instance. Or to hang things by... like yourself :P).

But lets not biatch(sorry for the word) about it, and just assume it's rope since it's in correspondence with a hole in the ground in which they want to go/they want Ariël out of.

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Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:41 pm
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:) Fear not, I'm not bitching. It just confused me a little seeing Evazorek returning with robes, it just threw things out a little and I was concerned Senluthan would have things occur which he did not want to (was unsure whether his request for a robe was for a robe or rope :D).

Please don't worry if you see me question things. Being new to this type of system, and being used to using OOC threads to ask all sorts of daft questions, it's just my way of ensuring I have the right understanding.

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Being a moderator from day one(18th of July last year) I've heard these things a lot, though my English is above average for a foreigner :P

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Ouch! Thrown in the deep end, eh? Well, your English is way better than my Dutch! ;)

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XD no doubt about that, and I jumped into the deep :P

and don't worry about it :P Dutch is a horrid language to master, I'm a master of it from birth :P

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Enchanted* Obsidian Long sword, MC Light armour, Dark Steed(Sephirah), Shield, MC Longbow(89 arrows), 56 Circlets, Maibed Dagger, Asur Spear and Disguise.
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