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Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Name
Ferron
Age
25
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Occupation
Blacksmith
Appearance
Light tan, Blond hair, Thick stubble of the same color, dark grey eyes, dark demeanor.
Attire
When working, he wears a thin shirt with a blacksmith’s apron, while his average attire is a thick royal blue gambeson, with a fur lining for warmth and protection.
Height
6’3”
Armor
Chainmail under his jacket, and a gambeson.
Personality
Ferron is the definition of a stoic. He keeps mostly to himself, does what he can to help out, and be an everyday law abiding citizen. Under the Lord’s protection, Ferron makes weapons and armor at his forge under the apprenticeship of his master for the armies under the King. Although he dreams of being one of the knights whom he makes his armor for, Ferron knows his place and understands that unless a miracle happens, he would never get the chance to leave his ordinary life.
He finds it difficult to stray from his routine due to some of the events of his past. He learned it was unwise to venture into the unknown, and people got hurt because of it. Ferron practices regularly with the swords he makes in his freetime, hoping that someday he could break his shell and become a knight himself. This way of life has taught Ferron that he should remain humble and keep to himself. Although many may think of his average expression as constant anger, he is rarely anything other than calm and collected. Ferron’s emotions don’t show, but he does have them, hidden away behind a stone face.
Strengths
Forging
Strong
Exploiting weaknesses
Always vigilant
Weaknesses
Bad at emotions
Ruthless in combat
Can tense up or freeze at times
Unbreaking resolve can cause problems
Weapons
Broadsword forged by himself
Two daggers
Magic
None
Misc.
Ferron has a pet mut, Brutus, who never leaves his side. Brutus is brutal, to say the least, and can rip a man’s arm off easily, but also is extremely vulnerable to being petted.
Ferron
Age
25
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Occupation
Blacksmith
Appearance
Light tan, Blond hair, Thick stubble of the same color, dark grey eyes, dark demeanor.
Attire
When working, he wears a thin shirt with a blacksmith’s apron, while his average attire is a thick royal blue gambeson, with a fur lining for warmth and protection.
Height
6’3”
Armor
Chainmail under his jacket, and a gambeson.
Personality
Ferron is the definition of a stoic. He keeps mostly to himself, does what he can to help out, and be an everyday law abiding citizen. Under the Lord’s protection, Ferron makes weapons and armor at his forge under the apprenticeship of his master for the armies under the King. Although he dreams of being one of the knights whom he makes his armor for, Ferron knows his place and understands that unless a miracle happens, he would never get the chance to leave his ordinary life.
He finds it difficult to stray from his routine due to some of the events of his past. He learned it was unwise to venture into the unknown, and people got hurt because of it. Ferron practices regularly with the swords he makes in his freetime, hoping that someday he could break his shell and become a knight himself. This way of life has taught Ferron that he should remain humble and keep to himself. Although many may think of his average expression as constant anger, he is rarely anything other than calm and collected. Ferron’s emotions don’t show, but he does have them, hidden away behind a stone face.
Strengths
Forging
Strong
Exploiting weaknesses
Always vigilant
Weaknesses
Bad at emotions
Ruthless in combat
Can tense up or freeze at times
Unbreaking resolve can cause problems
Weapons
Broadsword forged by himself
Two daggers
Magic
None
Misc.
Ferron has a pet mut, Brutus, who never leaves his side. Brutus is brutal, to say the least, and can rip a man’s arm off easily, but also is extremely vulnerable to being petted.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Name:
Arryngale Eleran
Age:
24
Gender:
F
Appearance:
(Wears a thin, longsleeve white undershirt that has a collar, leather gloves, and a leather bodice. Her cloak does not have fur; it is just dark blue wool. Light grey eyes with green tint. Dark hair, brown with some dark red highlights.) Height: 5'8" Weight:~120
Class/Skills:
Healer-Warrior Mage
Healer: She has limits. Because of magic backlash to her patient, she tries not to heal anything but a very minor wound fully. Healing a broken bone would be too much. However, she can bring someone to a stable point from a mortal wound - or at the least, try. She can kill herself healing another. Must be in contact with the person. (Healing works in three subclasses: Healing, Influential, and Diagnostic)
Can make medicines with herbs at hand.
Aludra can stray slightly into other areas of magic, such as offensive and elemental, but needs much more training to be worth mentioning. Her attempts at other magicks tends to backfire. She needs proper training and more patience.
Personality:
Arry, when meeting someone initially, comes off as cold, indifferent, perhaps a bit suspicious. Yet, when she warns up to someone, she has a quiet confidence about herself that tends to encourage trust from others. She's nice, patient, and rather sweet. She enjoys quiet most of the time, but doesn't mind loud noise if she's prepared for it. She can be rather skittish, thanks to her life on the roads. She hates crowded rooms. She likes to joke. She doesn't take anyone's shit, and can be sharp-tongued enough to let people know it. She cares little for herself.
Her temper leads her into countless fights, and her fighting skills see her through them all.
She's extremely protective over innocents and her friends. She's been called "reckless" when defending others, risking her own life.
It may be tricky to get her to speak about herself, until she really, really trusts the person.
The definition of chaotic good.
Background:
At a young age, Arryn was trained to fight by her father, as most Canneroc youth were. Then, he died trying to save miners after an accident. For her father's help saving some of the miners, the Steelcoat clan adopted her and her mother as clan members.
Young Arryn trained with the Steelcoats, and anyone who would show her a trick, leading to a mixed style of fighting that made her an unpredictable opponent. She trained with friends also, and they soon put it to good use. When the black market set up a stall in Canneroc, the Steelcoats didn't take kindly to it and tried to force them out, so the men kidnapped Cerana Steelcoat, who was eleven at that time. Against all advice, Arryn led her friends on a raid and saved the girl, then got to capturing or killing their enemies, chasing them out of Canneroc, then spreading into the surrounding areas. Arryn was hailed as a hero.
In a later mission, Arryn led her team to a church, and unwittingly into a trap. The scream of banshees rendered her whole team unconscious, and the banshees finished their lives with a kind of ritual knives. But Arryn managed to hold onto consciousness for aome reason, just barely, and the banshees instead cut the muscles behind her shoulder blade, then carved intricate designs in her back and arms with their ritual knives that were made for ritualistic scarring.
When she woke up -
Believing her to be cursed, Arryn was chased out of Canneroc when she was 21 years old, after numerous death threats, and attempts on her life.
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After settling in a particularly nice glade next to a large village, almost a city, Arryn knew she needed gold for new winter equipment and took on a job hunting bandits with a young man named Ferron.
Equipment:
Leather gloves she always wears, the knuckles have metal plating for efficient fighting.
Sword - a silver-coated longsword she prefers to only use in extreme settings. It is very plain.
Shield - A large, plain shield, though it is clearly of a very good quality.
Dagger: A rather long silver-coated blade which she mostly uses for medical needs, but knows how to fight with it.
Books: Three tomes, a medical book, a defensive magic book, and a basic all-around magic book.
Medical pack: A pack she always carries, filled with medical miscellani, including few potions.
Charm necklace: a bronze necklace in the shape of a griffin, with gold beak, feathers, and talons. No/unknown properties.
Arryngale Eleran
Age:
24
Gender:
F
Appearance:
(Wears a thin, longsleeve white undershirt that has a collar, leather gloves, and a leather bodice. Her cloak does not have fur; it is just dark blue wool. Light grey eyes with green tint. Dark hair, brown with some dark red highlights.) Height: 5'8" Weight:~120
Class/Skills:
Healer-Warrior Mage
Healer: She has limits. Because of magic backlash to her patient, she tries not to heal anything but a very minor wound fully. Healing a broken bone would be too much. However, she can bring someone to a stable point from a mortal wound - or at the least, try. She can kill herself healing another. Must be in contact with the person. (Healing works in three subclasses: Healing, Influential, and Diagnostic)
Can make medicines with herbs at hand.
Aludra can stray slightly into other areas of magic, such as offensive and elemental, but needs much more training to be worth mentioning. Her attempts at other magicks tends to backfire. She needs proper training and more patience.
Personality:
Arry, when meeting someone initially, comes off as cold, indifferent, perhaps a bit suspicious. Yet, when she warns up to someone, she has a quiet confidence about herself that tends to encourage trust from others. She's nice, patient, and rather sweet. She enjoys quiet most of the time, but doesn't mind loud noise if she's prepared for it. She can be rather skittish, thanks to her life on the roads. She hates crowded rooms. She likes to joke. She doesn't take anyone's shit, and can be sharp-tongued enough to let people know it. She cares little for herself.
Her temper leads her into countless fights, and her fighting skills see her through them all.
She's extremely protective over innocents and her friends. She's been called "reckless" when defending others, risking her own life.
It may be tricky to get her to speak about herself, until she really, really trusts the person.
The definition of chaotic good.
Background:
At a young age, Arryn was trained to fight by her father, as most Canneroc youth were. Then, he died trying to save miners after an accident. For her father's help saving some of the miners, the Steelcoat clan adopted her and her mother as clan members.
Young Arryn trained with the Steelcoats, and anyone who would show her a trick, leading to a mixed style of fighting that made her an unpredictable opponent. She trained with friends also, and they soon put it to good use. When the black market set up a stall in Canneroc, the Steelcoats didn't take kindly to it and tried to force them out, so the men kidnapped Cerana Steelcoat, who was eleven at that time. Against all advice, Arryn led her friends on a raid and saved the girl, then got to capturing or killing their enemies, chasing them out of Canneroc, then spreading into the surrounding areas. Arryn was hailed as a hero.
In a later mission, Arryn led her team to a church, and unwittingly into a trap. The scream of banshees rendered her whole team unconscious, and the banshees finished their lives with a kind of ritual knives. But Arryn managed to hold onto consciousness for aome reason, just barely, and the banshees instead cut the muscles behind her shoulder blade, then carved intricate designs in her back and arms with their ritual knives that were made for ritualistic scarring.
When she woke up -
Believing her to be cursed, Arryn was chased out of Canneroc when she was 21 years old, after numerous death threats, and attempts on her life.
-
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After settling in a particularly nice glade next to a large village, almost a city, Arryn knew she needed gold for new winter equipment and took on a job hunting bandits with a young man named Ferron.
Equipment:
Leather gloves she always wears, the knuckles have metal plating for efficient fighting.
Sword - a silver-coated longsword she prefers to only use in extreme settings. It is very plain.
Shield - A large, plain shield, though it is clearly of a very good quality.
Dagger: A rather long silver-coated blade which she mostly uses for medical needs, but knows how to fight with it.
Books: Three tomes, a medical book, a defensive magic book, and a basic all-around magic book.
Medical pack: A pack she always carries, filled with medical miscellani, including few potions.
Charm necklace: a bronze necklace in the shape of a griffin, with gold beak, feathers, and talons. No/unknown properties.
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Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra walked into the long house of the city elders and pushed her hood back. She was garbed as usual, in her long, full-circle cloak with her shield on her back and her sword on her hip along with a dagger. Her pack was half under her shield and half beside it, so it was easy to move to her left arm, which was necessary for a full-sized shield as hers was. As she walked into the long house, her grey-green eyes looked over every inch of the place, surveying for any possible threats. It was clear by that alone that she was experienced in these situations. The hall smelt of smoldering wood thanks to the braziers. At the end of the hall, past a long table, sat the city elder, who really wasn't very old at all. The title was deceiving.
She had been conflicted when she saw the sign on the call board. In fact, she had taken one of the three copies, then returned to her camp to mull it over. While reading it, she had leaned back against the tree she'd been sitting against and looked around herself at the tall grass and wildflowers stirred by the light breeze, and the shady oaks and maples that would soon lose their leaves. She'd made a home of the forest for... a year now? Perhaps closer to two. That sounded about right. Her lifestyle had been migratory, and now she had moved to this new little glade that she liked. This place was quiet, the only voices being the ones in the grasses, leaves, and little animals that came around. To forsake their company for that of humans'...? She needed supplies, though. A winter bedroll, a tent, a proper winter cloak, food storages.... Really, she had no choice. And how long could one little adventure take anyway. The sign posted to the calling board had requested aid of the militant type. It specifically wanted 'adventurers of skill'. She had smiled when she read that. Even though she had retired from that lifestyle to become a wildwoman, the title of adventurer still worked when she needed money. Few in the city knew her - she blended in when she wished, and she adamantly avoided coming into contact with crowds, which was why this early-morning call time was perfect for her.
She approached the Elder and said, "Good Morning to you. I come in response to the request for aid posted on the call board, when the price of fifty gold." Fifty gold... That could get her the supplies she needed to last through another winter in the woods. She had only recently moved to this area, and was probably going to move again, but she needed to start preparing for winter despite it being end of summer. And fifty gold was worth the risk of her life. Hell, one gold was, as long as someone innocent was protected.
She had been conflicted when she saw the sign on the call board. In fact, she had taken one of the three copies, then returned to her camp to mull it over. While reading it, she had leaned back against the tree she'd been sitting against and looked around herself at the tall grass and wildflowers stirred by the light breeze, and the shady oaks and maples that would soon lose their leaves. She'd made a home of the forest for... a year now? Perhaps closer to two. That sounded about right. Her lifestyle had been migratory, and now she had moved to this new little glade that she liked. This place was quiet, the only voices being the ones in the grasses, leaves, and little animals that came around. To forsake their company for that of humans'...? She needed supplies, though. A winter bedroll, a tent, a proper winter cloak, food storages.... Really, she had no choice. And how long could one little adventure take anyway. The sign posted to the calling board had requested aid of the militant type. It specifically wanted 'adventurers of skill'. She had smiled when she read that. Even though she had retired from that lifestyle to become a wildwoman, the title of adventurer still worked when she needed money. Few in the city knew her - she blended in when she wished, and she adamantly avoided coming into contact with crowds, which was why this early-morning call time was perfect for her.
She approached the Elder and said, "Good Morning to you. I come in response to the request for aid posted on the call board, when the price of fifty gold." Fifty gold... That could get her the supplies she needed to last through another winter in the woods. She had only recently moved to this area, and was probably going to move again, but she needed to start preparing for winter despite it being end of summer. And fifty gold was worth the risk of her life. Hell, one gold was, as long as someone innocent was protected.
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Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron stepped into the hall where others were, but only a few. He had expected a whole room full of fighters, brawlers and warriors, but when it was just him and a girl, he was somewhat shocked. Perhaps it was just an elaborate jest on him, for never leaving his forge. His master, although kind, would do such a thing for a good laugh. Whether it was a real notice or not, Ferron decided to take it further and step up to be side by side with the other woman. Ferron know the elder well, he knew a lot of people in the city - it wasn't a large one at all. Just barely qualified as one, but it was more like a large village.
Hoping he wasn't interrupting, he spoke. "Hello, I'm here because of the notice on the city board." He didn't bother to say his name, hoping the elder would remember him. Ferron knew his place as a blacksmith, not a warrior, but his master had convinced him to take up the notices offer. He wasn't known for leaving his schedule, but there was always time for new things eventually.
Hoping he wasn't interrupting, he spoke. "Hello, I'm here because of the notice on the city board." He didn't bother to say his name, hoping the elder would remember him. Ferron knew his place as a blacksmith, not a warrior, but his master had convinced him to take up the notices offer. He wasn't known for leaving his schedule, but there was always time for new things eventually.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra glanced over to Ferron. Was this to be her ally? Or would the elder choose one of them alone to get the payment? Aludra didn't like the thought of having to work with someone, but she would deal with it if necessary - the sooner she got paid,the sooner she could ensure her survival for another winter, so she didn't want to have to look for another job.
With her hand resting on the pummel of her sword, she said, "All due respect, the message on the board didn't give much information. What exactly are we to do?"
The elder said, "A small group of bandits have taken over a cave a short way to the east, and they've been attacking imports and exports going through that area. We need them taken care of, and the Guard have been stretched thinly already recently. You will each get fifty silver if you succeed."
Fifty silver. That was a pretty decent amount, but it would be barely enough to get Aludra through the winter, since she had to buy a new coat, new bedroll, blankets, and more. A single silver could buy a decently sized piece of fresh meat from a butcher, and about 2 copper could buy a small loaf of bread. Fifty silver was more than some of the poorer folks in Trulane had ever held at a single moment. It would suffice.
With her hand resting on the pummel of her sword, she said, "All due respect, the message on the board didn't give much information. What exactly are we to do?"
The elder said, "A small group of bandits have taken over a cave a short way to the east, and they've been attacking imports and exports going through that area. We need them taken care of, and the Guard have been stretched thinly already recently. You will each get fifty silver if you succeed."
Fifty silver. That was a pretty decent amount, but it would be barely enough to get Aludra through the winter, since she had to buy a new coat, new bedroll, blankets, and more. A single silver could buy a decently sized piece of fresh meat from a butcher, and about 2 copper could buy a small loaf of bread. Fifty silver was more than some of the poorer folks in Trulane had ever held at a single moment. It would suffice.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron had little experience killing, but he had been exposed to bandits and thieves enough to know he wouldn't mind ridding them from the world. Part of Ferron figured he was in way over his head, but he argued this debate with himself that it was a sink-or-swim kind of situation. Either Ferron was a natural, or he'd die from hitting his head on a rock running into battle. Ferron didn't care enough about his title or what people thought of him when he died to let that stop him, and this thought process is what got him to be in front of the elder now. He just hoped his lack of experience wouldn't be a setback.
"Do we know how many bandits there are? And what their grade of weapons and armor is?" If they were lesser bandits with simple leather armor, it wouldn't be too difficult thanks to the weapons he used, but mercenary-esque ones could easily win against them. Finally, his eyes rested on Aludra for a moment, and then spoke again. "We're all that's going?" Hoping this question would answer a few of his - if they would have more people joining them, if the other girl was going with him, or if he or she was going alone.
"Do we know how many bandits there are? And what their grade of weapons and armor is?" If they were lesser bandits with simple leather armor, it wouldn't be too difficult thanks to the weapons he used, but mercenary-esque ones could easily win against them. Finally, his eyes rested on Aludra for a moment, and then spoke again. "We're all that's going?" Hoping this question would answer a few of his - if they would have more people joining them, if the other girl was going with him, or if he or she was going alone.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
The elder said, "We believe them to be a mid-grade group. Some good ones and some poor farm youngins whofor bored of picking crops. And it would only be you two going."
Aludra nodded slowly. "Well, it sounds simple enough. How far is it?"
"About a three day walk," the elder answered.
Three days wasn't horribly long, Aludra supposed. Three there, three back, it would be fine, as long as her companion didn't get himself killed.
Aludra nodded slowly. "Well, it sounds simple enough. How far is it?"
"About a three day walk," the elder answered.
Three days wasn't horribly long, Aludra supposed. Three there, three back, it would be fine, as long as her companion didn't get himself killed.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Three days wasn't too long, Ferron thought. Almost a weeks time would be good by him, as long as he didn't die in the process. Ferron nodded slowly and put a hand on his hilt. "We shouldn't waste any time then. I'll be ready when you are, Miss."
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra looked over at Ferron. He seemed somewhat capable, at least. She had provisions in her pack already, and they could catch some game on the way, perhaps. "As long as you have provisions, then I believe we're set to go."
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron nodded and motioned to his pack. "I came prepared. Let's." He began walking towards the exit of the hall, looking back once to make sure Aludra was with him. "I don't believe I caught your name."
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"Aludra. Yours?" Her voice and speech were clear, since she had worked for a long time to get rid of her Northern accent. She figured that once this was over she would never meet Ferron again, but there was no need to be rude, even if she did just want to go back to her glade.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
"Ferron. A pleasure to meet you." They had made it out to the road they'd be travelling on, side by side. "You're not from around here, are you?" Ferron knew a lot of the people in his city, although he admitted he didn't know them all, but it was rare for him to find someone he hadn't met before.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"I am not," she said evenly. "I just came through recently, and I was considering spending winter here. I'm not quite sure yet." She didn't say that she didnt live in the city, but rather in the forests on the outskirts, but she didn't feel the need nor desire to tell him that.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron nodded and looked over at her. He was never good with his words, but decided to try and he friendly with Aludra. Better an ally than a stranger. "Where are you from, then? The south?" Her lack of an accent had him assume so, but she was quite pale for someone southern.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"The North, actually." Northerners were known for a few things: their violence - men, women, and children were typically armed and ready to fight at any moment, their ability to drink copious amounts of alcohol without getting drunk, their salutary neglect of nobility, and the famous dwarven smithing that came from the Northern forges.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron raised an eyebrow. "But, you're..." His voice slowly faded, assuming she must've lost it either from years of travelling or getting rid of it on purpose. "Well, it's nice to meet a fellow northerner."
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra wasn't surprised, his accent said everything, thought it wasn't too severe. "How long ago did you move down here?" His answer would be very important to her - if it had been too recently, then it would be best if she left his company. There were reasons she had had to leave the North, and she hoped those wouldnt come back to haunt her now.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
"A few years back. There was nothing for me in the north, so I came here, and got myself an apprenticeship with a blacksmith." Ferron had been watching where he stepped as they walked, but turned his head to look at her when he asked, "How long do you plan to stay around here?"
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra shrugged. "I was hoping to over-winter here. Maybe longer, I don't know." Maybe now was the time to elaborate that she lived in the forest. "I found a nice glade nearby, and I'm already finding myself rather attached to it."
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
"To a glade?" He asked. "Aren't you going to get rather cold? Why not spend your time in an inn for most nights? You must freeze."
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"Well, that's why I'm doing this job, to get winter gear. Inns... they're expensive in the long term." They also had people in them. She didn't want to be near people often.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
"I'd say it'd be worth it though. Not freezing is always a plus. Not being attacked by wild animals is another plus." Ferron was going to say more, but there was movement in a nearby bush just off the road. It had stopped as soon as it started. Ferron drew his sword, and said, "What was that?"
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Aludra looked at the bush and grabbed her shield, equipping it to her left forearm while she grabbed her dagger in her right hand. She wasn't sure what that noise was, but she didn't want to take any chances.
Solar Daddy
Synthetic Nightmare
Ferron stepped a bit closer, holding his sword out just to be sure. He eventually got to the brush, and was about to swing into it when he was tackled to the ground by a large mut. Ferron fought back for a moment before realizing it was his, and that the dog was happily begging him for a scratch. Ferron let out a deep sigh and chuckled. "Okay, wow. False alarm, it's just Brutus."
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