The Heartwyld [Freeform - Gritty Swords & Sorcery][Recruiting]

[Lynnette]

”Kings, that’s what they used to call ‘em back then. Fucking kings, I tell you, gods among men. But now… It’s just all this new-age shit. What was wrong with the old shit? I liked the old style of things, like when “hellshield” Matthias of Parable fist-fought a cyclops right outside the gates of Granard? The bards just wouldn’t shut up about it. You had to pay them to shut it for half a minute. The new bands look like travelling prostitutes with all the face-paint and hair dye. Fuckers would scream like pigs being slaughtered if a rock chipped their shining glass armor.

But, I guess those days are past. My old man long since put up his sword, as has his band. Gone are the days of hardened veterans cruising across the wyld like they owned the fucking place. The kind of fuckers a wyvern would think twice about fucking with. If it’s a dog eat dog world out there, they were the one doing the eating. Now, bands are so scared of getting a tiny scar that they won’t fight anything stronger than a stray goblin. Just a bunch of showboating sissies buying their prey already caged so they can parade into town and drown in all the pussy they want for free.

Well, it’s all going to shit. With the old kings gone, The Heartwyld is picking up heat yet again. The rot has started to spread from the black forest, and I heard a white serpent the length of the Emperor’s Ridge made Westmark Landing its fucking home. Place was a hellhole to begin with, don’t get me wrong, but at least back then you were ankles deep in mud, not fucking blood.

I think it’s about time we show The Heartwyld yet again what a proper band is supposed to look like.”

Introduction
Hey!
First of all, thanks for reading, I appreciate it! The snippet above and the game in general is heavily inspired by Kings of the Wyld, Nicholas Eames’ banger of a debut title. Don’t worry, if you were intrigued, there’s absolutely no need to have any familiarity with the book itself, I’ve yet to finish it myself. Briefly elaborating on it, it’s a novel about a once-retired band of mercenaries in the gritty fantasy world of the Heartwyld, picking up their mantle yet again long since their prime to go against odds of zero to infinity on a swan song nobody with half a brain would consider, all whilst long past their prime.

Anyways, as said, this game will be heavily derivative of the source material. The gritty setting is held on to tightly, as is the world, The Heartwyld, but there’s nothing you actually need to know about it to join. If anything, I’d prefer if you didn’t so I don’t risk getting spoiled.

The game will be centered around the band Swan Song, a band newly formed out of experienced members from other bands. The types that have gotten sick and tired of all the fake exposure and showboating, or want to become famous for actually doing something rather than made-up tales of bravery, romance and heroism.

And, for anyone wondering, the game will be placed in extreme groups, mainly due to gore etc. I’m not feeling in the mood for writing out rape, or having the characters run around like rape-machines, so it’s definitely not for that kind of content. I figure it’ll be relatively low on sexual content, alternatively might have a separate thread just for that kind of stuff just to keep it from slowing down the main game. I’m not set on the number of characters, but I’m thinking 5-6 for the time being, my own included. And no, it won’t be a system game, mainly because I really don’t want to run one. I might use a roll here and there to decide how bad something went, but it’s not going to be steered by rolls. If you do something retarded, expect to get punished for it.

The cast of characters & Swan Song
The band is comprised of members of a number of other bands who split ties in the pursuit of actually doing something productive rather than pretending they are. It’s fair to assume they all have a fair bit of experience, both as fighting goes and about the world. I might allow one newcomer to the game, but first and foremost it’s meant to center around skilled warriors in the pursuit of money and fame. Assuming someone wants to make a newcomer, it comes with the pretense that it’s actually a newcomer. No “I’m brand new but actually a prodigy”. We’re talking someone with minimal actual experience of what the Wyld has to offer.

Aside from that, I figure most characters would rest around 30 years old, that’s worth noting. I don’t mind at all some being younger and some being older, but I figure the average age should rest around that point.

The band itself, more specifically draws inspiration from the belief that Swans sing a beautiful song before their death, and is usually used in reference for the idea of the "last tour". In Evelyn's case as the leader of the band, her idea of it was it being the last proper band doing its tours across the Wyld.

The Heartwyld
The Heartwyld is the fictional continent/world that the game takes place in. Over the span of the continent, you can expect to find just about any climate that you would in the real world, from frozen peaks to seas of sand.
The world falls into the category of high-fantasy. Plenty of fantasy races, from the most common to the most obsurdist fuckery you can come up with. Non-human characters are of course welcome to join the band as well, though I'll keep the numbers somewhat tied down to avoid it becoming too common. After all, if everyone's special, nobody is. To add to this, any non-human character will age at the exact same rate as a human. Both for the sake of simplicity, and because I despise the feeling of making an older character, only to have the "I look like I'm 20 but I'm actually 6996 years old and have seen everything the world has to offer" bullshit pop up.
Anyway, back on track. The Heartwyld contains several countries on its soil, but beyond that there's no travel restrictions for bands, so it's not something to think about. I'll be adding more to it later probably, but to make things simple, they range from exclusive and wondrous to downright hellholes.

Magic:
Magic exists in the world of The Heartwyld. It's a pretty exclusive club however, very few are capable of using it, and most that could don't even know it. It's a born gift, not something anyone can learn. The bodies of those who can use it essentially work like batteries, so power builds over time until it's released through chants or magical items. Its usefulness is naturally quite staggering, but it puts a lot of strain on the magician, particularly the more grand sort. But, in terms of what it can actually do, the possibilities are practically limitless, and magicians can create their own spells just by modifying their intents in their thoughts. But, the more layers are added to the spell, the more tolling it becomes. A basic fireball might be a simple feat, but if you want the fire to linger, seek out its target, and travel an extensive distance, you just might find yourself sleeping in the next day.

Likely the most extreme case of the possibilities of magic that the wizard came out alive from was the story of graybeard Samuel. Bit on the obsessive side when it came to his magic, had a severe love for the arcane school, and allegedly his spells became more and more elaborate the more he practiced it. Managed to kill a fire-breathing serpent with a single spell that would soon turn out to be his pride and joy, the "11 point crystal web". As the name implied, had 11 separate steps and sent him in a coma for a week, but the effect was baffling and far beyond what anyone had seen in the past from a human.

Anyone who decides to go the magic route, feel free to ask me for more details regarding specific aspects etc. or make up your own and send them to me for approval!

Rules:
1. I'll be using discord exclusively as the OOC for the game. If you wish to join, it's a requirement that you're willing to make use of the program. There won't be any voice channels though, just text.
2. Typical civility rules, no metagaming, godmoding etc. Unless discussed with the other part and being able to justify the knowledge.
3. This won't be a first come first serve type of game. I'll pick the characters I think will fit the game, and who I think will compliment the mix well.
4. Characters should generally be on the humanoid side. Simply put, two legs, two hands, normal-ish height etc.
5. Character portraits have to be artwork, and preferably on the realistic-ish side of things. Bit of an odd one coming from me, but I think it suits the setting much better.
6. Worth noting since we're doing this freeform - You won't win every exchange. Nobody's perfect, everyone takes a hit from now and then. You might be skilled, but it's never one-sided. It's no fun if you win at every corner you turn, but since it's freeform, I expect everyone to take part in building the atmosphere. That generally means taking a hit from now and then, eating dirt from time to time etc.
7. Uhh... Have fun?

Character sheet:
Will try to keep it pretty simple this time around, but we'll see.

Name: Self-explanatory
Nickname:: If applicable, typically something a bard would attach to one's name. See example sheet.
Age: As mentioned, everything ages like humans, so keep that in mind.
Gender: Not sure about futa. Ask me and we'll see, but probably nope.
Sexuality: Yes.
Race: Majority should be human, but other fantasy races are available.
Class: Not a "you're this and only this" type deal, just something to get an idea of how your character fights.
Personality: Doesn't have to be long, just to get an idea of how your character behaves.
Backstory: Okay, this is where I'll make things a bit weird. I want it presented in first person, aka. the character telling it. Mostly just as a way to have some fun with it since writing backstories can be a bit of a drag to some, myself included.
Appearance: Basically anything picture doesn't tell you. Tattoos, scars etc.
Ons/offs: Well, it wouldn't be a game on E without it. Since the game isn't going to be very smut-centered, feel free to just link your O/O thread.

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[float=right][img height=300 padding=2]Realistic-ish artwork[/img][/float][b]Name:[/b] Self-explanatory
[b]Nickname:[/b]: If applicable, typically something a bard would attach to one's name. See example sheet.
[b]Age:[/b] As mentioned, everything ages like humans, so keep that in mind.
[b]Gender:[/b] Not sure about futa. Ask me and we'll see, but probably nope.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Yes.
[b]Race:[/b] Majority should be human, but other fantasy races are available.
[b]Class:[/b] Not a "you're this and only this" type deal, just something to get an idea of how your character fights.
[b]Personality:[/b] Doesn't have to be long, just to get an idea of how your character behaves.
[b]Backstory:[/b] Okay, this is where I'll make things a bit weird. I want it presented in first person, aka. the character telling it. Mostly just as a way to have some fun with it since writing backstories can be a bit of a drag to some, myself included.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Basically anything picture doesn't tell you. Tattoos, scars etc.
[b]Ons/offs:[/b] Well, it wouldn't be a game on E without it. Since the game isn't going to be very smut-centered, feel free to just link your O/O thread.


Accepted sheets

Evelyn Tanner - Lynnette

Name: Evelyn Tanner
Nickname:: Slowhand, in reference to how she has more or less always ended up taking the first hit in the past.
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human
Class: Fighter, sword and shield
Personality: Presence like a bear in a crowd of people. Curses like a piss-drunk sailor, and acts like one from time to time for that sake. To call her "a bit" of a tomboy is a brutal understatement of how unapologetic she acts. While she certainly possesses a moral compass, she's far from one to shy away from a barfight or two over the course of a night. Still, if there's one thing that becomes awfully clear is that she is sincere, far beyond most. She's the type to say things like they are, good news or bad news doesn't matter for half a dime, she appreciates honesty more than anything, and will more than willingly return just that favor, wanted or not.
Backstory: "Well, guess I'll start out with stating the obvious. Yes, I'm the daughter of Faramir Tanner, y'know, same nickname and everything. Kind of getting sick of the question, so I'll say it again, yes, I am the legitimate daughter of Faramir Tanner. Same blood, same hair, yes, only difference is I have tits and he doesn't.

Anyway, yeah, daughter something something. Had me after he retired. Think he wanted a boy because he sure as hell raised me like one, though that should be stating the obvious. Kinda fucked when you think about it, since all he wanted was for me to take over the farm he bought with his winnings. Well, he passed away 15-ish years ago, and fuck if I wanted to own a farm. I hated plowing the fields, sowing seeds, tending to the animals, all the menial fucking labor, just to have enough to live. Glad the old fuck taught me how to defend myself before he passed, if not I'm sure I'd killed myself by now.

So, left alone with a farm. Sold it off, bought some gear, wanted to relive some of his old stories. After all, can't be the daughter to one of the kings of the Wyld without hearing a few good tales, right? So, I buy some gear and join the first half-competent band I come across. Earn some cash with them, get some experience, move on to another one. Have a few good tales under my belt, and a few greater ones on my skin. Saved a few princesses, fucked a few princes, killed a few manticores. Toured with Stormblood for a few years, but the culture around bands has changed so fucking much. When I started out, we weren't a bunch of travelling sissies, I'm sure I got a bigger dick than half of the current bands and I don't even have one.

Anyway, here we are. Decided to split off and form my own band. A band for the type of people like me, who think touring the Wyld shouldn't look like a gay brothel fashion show, but rather about showing all the fuckery out there one simple thing. Who's on top of the food chain."
Appearance: Well, the picture tells most of it, but her body has its fair share of scars, ranging from scrapes to what was once gouging cuts. Aside from that, her pragmatic attitudes has kept her body clean of other adornments.
Ons/offs: O/O

[Moon Hound Hati]

You already knew, but going to voice my interest in this game. Will have a more in-depth read later.

[Sain]

Hello Lynnette, I'm also interested ;D

[Lynnette]

Glad to hear you're both interested ^^ Let me know if you have any questions!

[Chreestafer]

This has definitely seemed to perk my interest :)

[Moon Hound Hati]

Name: Curt McLeon
Nickname: Dawnguard, a nickname he got for always getting stuck with the last shift when on guard duty, which lasts until dawn. Of course, people not in the know believe it to be something fancier and more meaningful.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Class: Brawler, longsword and war hammer
Personality: About as blunt and subtle as his war hammer     most of the time anyway. His favorite words are "cunt" and "wanker", which he'll liberally call both friend and foe. Though he's as disillusioned and cynical as the next veteran mercenary, he's always up for some fun it involves some fun in the form of booze, women, or violence; or all of them.
Backstory: You want to hear my story? Better buy me a stronger drink then, you wanker! Alright, fine, then! Not a very heroic tale, truth be told. Born the eldest son of a miller further South, outskirts of a small town called Börden. Being a right stupid cunt as a young man, I absolutely dreaded the idea that I'd have to take over the mill once the old man got too crusty... So I ran away one day, thinking I'd live a life of adventure.

Heh... That didn't last long, of course. Running out of what little coin I had pretty fast, I somehow managed to join a mercenary company as a trainee, though most of my time was spent hauling gear and cleaning the fucking latrine. Eventually, I found myself in my first major battle as the company was hired by some lord or another to defend his land against another lord's invading army. Instead of saving maidens on sunny days, I was crawling through the mud in heavy rain, trying not to get trampled to death as I crawled to safety over the corpses of friend and foe after I'd lost my weapon like a right idiot.

Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived those first three years, being as green as I was. But here I am now. Over the years I've fought for several lords in wars and skirmishes, worked as escorts for merchant lords, hunted bounties; whatever and whoever paid best. Went back home some years ago, but dear old dad has long since passed and my younger brother doesn't give two shits about me now. He'd become a right cunt, which made me feel bad for that sweet little thing he'd gotten married to. I remember her from when we were kids. She'd be a few years younger and always sweet and homely. Suffice to say I give her a taste of how a proper man loves his woman before I left. Now she keeps sending me letters, calling me "brother dearest." Heh.

Oh well. That's basically it, really. I'm just living as I have for over a decade an a half; kicking someone's ass and getting paid for it. It's a mercenary's life for me! Now bring me another round!
Appearance: The pictures basically covers everything of note. Being an experienced mercenary, he obviously has his fair share of battle scars and even an old burn wound or two.
Ons/offs: O/O's

[CaptainErotica]

This sounds like a ton of fun. I will get a write up to you as soon as I can.

[Levi]

Not only am I interested but I totally want to read the book too.

[Lynnette]

This has definitely seemed to perk my interest :)

Happy to hear ^^ Let me know if you have any questions etc!

Name: Curt McLeon
Nickname: Dawnguard, a nickname he got for always getting stuck with the last shift when on guard duty, which lasts until dawn. Of course, people not in the know believe it to be something fancier and more meaningful.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Class: Brawler, longsword and war hammer
Personality: About as blunt and subtle as his war hammer     most of the time anyway. His favorite words are "cunt" and "wanker", which he'll liberally call both friend and foe. Though he's as disillusioned and cynical as the next veteran mercenary, he's always up for some fun it involves some fun in the form of booze, women, or violence; or all of them.
Backstory: You want to hear my story? Better buy me a stronger drink then, you wanker! Alright, fine, then! Not a very heroic tale, truth be told. Born the eldest son of a miller further South, outskirts of a small town called Börden. Being a right stupid cunt as a young man, I absolutely dreaded the idea that I'd have to take over the mill once the old man got too crusty... So I ran away one day, thinking I'd live a life of adventure.

Heh... That didn't last long, of course. Running out of what little coin I had pretty fast, I somehow managed to join a mercenary company as a trainee, though most of my time was spent hauling gear and cleaning the fucking latrine. Eventually, I found myself in my first major battle as the company was hired by some lord or another to defend his land against another lord's invading army. Instead of saving maidens on sunny days, I was crawling through the mud in heavy rain, trying not to get trampled to death as I crawled to safety over the corpses of friend and foe after I'd lost my weapon like a right idiot.

Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived those first three years, being as green as I was. But here I am now. Over the years I've fought for several lords in wars and skirmishes, worked as escorts for merchant lords, hunted bounties; whatever and whoever paid best. Went back home some years ago, but dear old dad has long since passed and my younger brother doesn't give two shits about me now. Oh well. That's basically it, really. I'm just living as I have for over a decade an a half; kicking someone's ass and getting paid for it.
Appearance: The pictures basically covers everything of note. Being an experienced mercenary, he obviously has his fair share of battle scars and even an old burn wound or two.
Ons/offs: O/O's

Looking good ^^ As said it won't be first come first serve, but there's nothing to comment on from my part : )

This sounds like a ton of fun. I will get a write up to you as soon as I can.

Looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

Not only am I interested but I totally want to read the book too.

^^ Let me know if you have any questions!

And I'd totally recommend the book, having an absolute blast with it. And it's cheap, 10-ish dollars on Amazon for paperback :P

[Moon Hound Hati]

Bookdepository currently has it on sale with free worldwide shipping (though the wait can be a bit lengthy depending on where you live). Just ordered it myself. :)

[Levi]

Name: Belladonna Aivery
Nickname:: Viper
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Class: Sharp shooter
Personality: Blunt and too the point, Belladonna is not one to make things pretty she speaks the facts as she finds them. Respectful of others opinions it doesn't always mean that the red haired female will listen. Bella is an open book she doesn't do secrets so don't ask her to keep any. Just short of being rude this young woman will tell you weather she likes you or not and that goes into the bed room as well as out of it. Sexually confident, if she likes what she sees then game on.
Backstory: Well, I guess I should start at the beginning... I was born in a small non descript backwards place, and although folks there called it a town. I've since then seen villages bigger. My momma and Pappy's house sat on the bend of a river, now most sensible folk would think living on a river would be daft but for the longest time we never had no problems. My pappy was a successful hunter and my momma sold his catch in the market. We didn't have anything expensive but we were one of the riches families in our little town of Dinkle. My momma taught me things she thought a young woman should sewing, gardening, cooking and the like. My daddy taught me pretty much everything else.

He used to take me out hunting with him, he showed me how to hunt, how to sneak up on a rabbit and not be heard, how to not leave any trace of your footsteps on the earth, how to shoot a bird straight out the sky. It wasn't until the year of my twelfth birthday that things went AWOL. One day my folks went out for work and they never came back. For a while I was able to get buy on the skills I had learnt from Pa. However it simply wasn't enough,  so I sold what I could and left the only home I'd ever known. For a time a traveled from place to place getting small time jobs. As I grew older and more experienced it became easier to get work with groups of mercenaries. I started to build a bit of a name for myself and all the while I've been hunting for anyone who might have heard of my family, and now well now I'm ready to join a group and really get my name out there.

Appearance: As seen.
Ons/offs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272641.0

[Sain]

Name: Hankutt of Asvarr tribe
Nickname:: Hunter-Han
Age: 35
Gender: Man
Sexuality: Hetero
Race: Etviir human from the land of North Eastern tundras and great forests.
Class: Hunter (Sword, dagger, longbow, traps.)
Personality: Laid back and calm, likes to think himself quite clever with out of touch metaphors and his creative traps. Though his sense of humor remains a bit off from those of the mainland man the wisdom of the forest folk has shed off completely. What remains is a man disappointed at the ruthless stupidity of common man, as well as bitterness for the misguided ways of his old home. Behind the facade of reserved honor he hides the same greed for gold and a name in the songs as any other man who is cut above the rest.
Backstory: What do you wish to hear of my life's verse? The short and simple of why I wear hide, why my face is not like that of man of these lands? In my home of birth trees were taller, winters longer, days shorter. Asvarr - we - lived in the darkness of the great Everwood, the eternal forest like our ancestors. It is not a good son who leaves home and takes the tricks to hunt skinwalker and Night Hag with them. I was born and taught ways of my tribe, but I was never a good son. And foolish me I was done when my head became seduced by the words of a traveling bard collecting the tales of Asvarr shamans. She told me of the world's wonders. I thought them greater than my place with ancestors. But let me say this, I doubt many fledgling barely a man would have been able to resist those tales of hers.

I came here for new life without burden of tribe, to start anew and make myself life in land of plenty. Ha! I learned then that bard tales are bard tales and not same as stories of the shaman. This land is plenty in lie only. But, lucky for man of Asvarr that it turns the way one hunts in Everwoods is the way one can hunter monster and man of other lands too. I was lucky at least to know this way of life and find employment among a great man for a while. I hunted things from his lands and earned a small life. His mother was Asvirr so he liked me to teach his son until son fell into his own wolfpit and could no longer walk. I bounced from one band to another, found them each full of backstabbery - not always before backstabbery takes place, but I am a lucky man to have the squirrel's caution, and so I have survived among stray dog and raccoons.

Survived, but I will say that I grow weary of merely surviving. Why must every band be but a meager band and not true tribe, if not in blood, then in heart. Where is a tribe that hunts and fights like those I remember to have hunted the man eating boars of Everwoods? I may not add my verse to that of Asvarr, but before I go I should add tale of one true hunter to the verses of bards, one that is not lie or boast.
Appearance: Pretty much as in picture. Probably scars here and there. Carries a longbow.
Ons/offs: O/o

[Cold Heritage]

Name: Svanir Bjornsson
Nickname:: Ravenbrand
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human, with a touch of giant's blood. From the Northern Wastes, more commonly known as the Lands of Woe.
Class: Fighter. Primarily fights with a hand-and-a-half sword, but also has a short, stabbing sword and shield so that he can fight in a shield wall.
Personality: Svanir is a man loyal and vengeful. When absolutely everyone else who promised to have your back has deserted you, Svanir is still there, though you face the legions of hell. When you need to settle up with some bastard who cheated you at dice, Svanir's holding him down so you can make it plain they cheated the wrong person. But he expects the same from you. If you shed blood with him you are like his brother. It comes with perks and obligations that go both ways - him to you, and you to him. In this world of prancing peacocks and preening fancy lads, Svanir all too often has found himself alone in a dark alley with a knife in his ribs and beset on all sides with nary a friend in sight. Many find him cold-blooded, though: Svanir is far less motivated by his cock than most men and often too discerning in his drinking tastes to be drunk.
Backstory: "I come from . . . you would call them 'the Lands of Woe.' A land where no crops grow - summers last a mere two months of eternal day, and the rest of the year winters of eternal darkness and snow. We live by hunting the great mammoths, the whales, the krakens, the great moose-elks, the sabre-toothed lions, and other beasts. We come south with the ivory and hides to trade. Oh yes, we have packs of wolves in my homeland, and it is true that some are larger than a proud war stallion and that they have no fear of men.

"Perhaps you would care to hear how I fought shoulder to shoulder in the shield wall against the greenskins? Ah, I see you eyes alight at that. Many times I have faced the greenskin hordes. With sword and spear we slew them, though they came at us, screaming like wild animals and without numbers. Your bards sing about what you know as the Battle of the Black Tusks, when Gorzahk Khan and his great horde was broken in battle by four great armies. I was there; though I stood in the second rank and held a spear. It is true I was but a fresh-faced boy, then. I was nowhere near Golden Elias and his Twelve Companions and did not witness Golden Elias's alleged duel with Gorzahk Khan. If the two fought, it was not the duel of the bards' songs, friend. No battle is entirely like the bard sings, and this is doubly true of duels. Think for a second, friend! Do you think everyone would have stopped fighting so that Elias and Gorzahk could face off, one on one, in a fair fight with no interference? Ah, but there is no shame in wanting it to be true, friend. But the world we live in is not one so noble. That is not the only time I faced greenskins, but it was the most famous. I have killed many mighty greenskin warriors, and even one of the terrible ash-daubed greyskin elites.

"They call me Ravenbrand for nothing you should find at all special. A man wrongs you, you take vengeance. I loved a woman. Another man violated and killed her. So I tracked that man down, killed his friends, and took him alive. I tied him to a tree, laid bare his back, and I cut the blood eagle into him. He died well before I was done, and he died poorly - weakly, mewling, and with breeches sodden with his cowardice. I was part of the Band of the Red Kestrel, and I was one of two who survived a contract gone bad - a setup by our employer. Can you guess what happened to him? Ah, good. Good. You can follow a story.

"It is not yet enough, however. I came south to carve my name into Eternity. I want my name spoken in the same breath as Druss the Legend, Skilgannon the Damned, and Logen Nine-Fingers. I want to be with others who know the sword joy, the battle joy."
Appearance: Svanir is seven and a half feet tall. He has great big door wrecking shoulders. His face is fairly plain, and he is clean shaven. The man has blond hair, shaven at the sides and slicked back, and he has dull blue eyes. As an experienced mercenary and not a prancing, preening fancy lad, his body is covered with scars - the worst being on his front. Over his heart there is a tattoo of three interlocking triangles - warrior's knot.
Ons/offs: O&O

[TheBlackThrone]

I'll drop an app here my tomorrow/today since it is 2AM for me.

[Chreestafer]

Name: Artymys Kayn
Nickname:: Art, Blackout (he feels he earned the name in the fighting pits, but truthfully he's just a blackout drunk at times)
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Yes Please! He is Omni - Curious, but most of the time is to drunk to notice.
Race: Human
Class: Cleric would be putting it properly yet he is no holy man. Mainly uses his war maul, otherwise bare hand fighting.  Has some minor magic abilities.
Personality: He's a drunk.  Simple terms he can be the nice kind of drunk that sings and dance.  Or at times he could want to fist fight everyone and anyone. When he isnt drunk it seems rather odd since he likes to read and while doing so he is peaceful, this is a rarity.
Backstory: *Hiccup* Sit down and listen here you little shits.  Ya want to know about me do ya? *chuckles* Well that's a first! I guess every good drunk has his tale to tell.  Well it all started with my parents, it truly is their fault you see.  The Gods frowned upon their union, my mother was a wench and father, well he was some sort of lord or something.  I never really met him, even though the Ogres Cunt tried to have me killed three times! Yet that's a story for another time. Back to me! When I was young my mother thought me cursed due to my abilities, as meek as they are.  She left me with the priests of the temple with nothing but the rags she had me in.  The years passed and the clerics there were able to help me hone my skills the best they could.  I dont fault them one bit, even if they were stuck up snobs.  I ran off when I was a we little boy however, maybe that's why my skills are weak?

*sips ale*

I joined every venturing band I could.  I wanted money and fame, which both came easily enough when you were god touched.  However this curse did seem to cause many fights.  One of the groups in was with became so looped into the political aspects of a village we ended up owning a gambling den! *leans in and whispers* dont let em know, but for the right price you can bed the right gal or guy, what ever your fancy is! Or you can hang out in the cellars where the real gambling takes place, you win the coin with your bare hands like a real man! *leans back in chair* now where were we? Oh yes! The town was a shit hole.  So there were alot of orphans roaming the streets.  Me being the generous man that I am, I gave them all the opportunities of a life time.  I clothed them, and i fed them and even hired tutors to school them.  Your right! Thay does sound expensive! We'll it was, so they had to work for it! The orphanage also doubles as my own special brewery.  That's right! Them kids are earning their living like any true person!

Let me also tell you the time I fist fought the giant in the pits.  That was a close one! *goes to sip ale and finds cup empty* blasted! I'm out! Wait who the hell are you people again?

Appearance: Identical to the photo except when he is shirtless the numerous burn markings and lashings that litter his back speak stories of that one time he was caught by the other guys.  That's a story for another time.  He also has a branding tattoo of the diety he was supposed to serve yet doesnt, on his left pectoral.
Ons/offs:

[Dominique]

Not only am I interested but I totally want to read the book too.

That's exactly what I was thinking! I'm gonna have to look up this book (along with John Wick 2 ;D).

I'm very scary of competitive joining because I have the self confidence of a shellfish, but man, have I been craving a proper fantasy story!

[Lynnette]

Sheets so far are looking great!

That's exactly what I was thinking! I'm gonna have to look up this book (along with John Wick 2 ;D).

I'm very scary of competitive joining because I have the self confidence of a shellfish, but man, have I been craving a proper fantasy story!

I'd say go for it, but it's my game so of course I'd say that :P
Right now we're low on females, and while I don't necessarily care to have a perfect gender balance I wouldn't mind it either. Feel free to ask me if you need any help with making your sheet, I'd be very happy to help you out!

[Dominique]

Sheets so far are looking great!

I'd say go for it, but it's my game so of course I'd say that :P
Right now we're low on females, and while I don't necessarily care to have a perfect gender balance I wouldn't mind it either. Feel free to ask me if you need any help with making your sheet, I'd be very happy to help you out!

Thank you! I'm reading through all the characters so far, see what kind of types people have already come up with. I do like a bit of balance, and not just in gender ;D Need to go cook some dinner first now. The setup is amazing, though, thanks for being so creative ^^

[Chreestafer]

I hope all is well with my sheet.  Please let me know if anything needs fixed or changed :)

[TheBlackThrone]

I dropped a mystery character to match the class I chose. They will have to be further revealed throughout the story.  ;) I'm still looking for a second pic because that one pic there looks a little lonely, but we'll see if I find one.

I found a second pic, but I will use it for future unveiling if the GM decides to even accept this character.

Name: Tyn (T-î-n) There isn’t a single soul alive who knows their real name. One would be lucky to learn this one.
Nickname:: They are best known around Heartwyld as “The Shade.” The Shade has been responsible for many deaths, and has been pegged as a being of misfortune. When one’s coffers were suddenly empty, The Shade was blamed. When a mysterious body turned up, again, there were whispers of The Shade. Their reputation precedes them and the grapevine often carried stories that not even they have heard about themselves.
Age: Unknown; believed to be youthful due to them still being in the business.
Gender: Unknown; when they speak, even their timbre is hard to discern. It is a trained voice.
Sexuality: Never loved
Race: Believed to be a dark-skinned human

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Ha! Only the GM is allowed to know! Mwuahaha!

Class: Rogue, Assassin, Knives, Poison, and Tricks
Personality: Quiet and not at all shy. They use both verbal and non-verbal speech, communicating in sign if need be, The Shade speaks when they have something to say, and they choose when to answer just as they choose whether or not to stick around. They come and go and can depart unexpectedly. Cocky and sure; they take their work seriously and there has yet to be a job they hadn’t finished. The wealth first goes to equipment and food, and then the remains turn up in some beggar’s bowl or at the feet of street urchins. The mask they wear is to hide their face for after soaking their blades in so much blood they no longer feel attached to the world. As they grow colder, the world around them grows warmer; fearful; weak. The band’s training has become careful. The children sheltered only to develop in an unforgiving existence with no knowledge of how to defend themselves. Those who fight with honor against them, die with their honor. Death is losing and survival winning. They have survived Death. They have drunk the cold soup of revenge and loved it. If the new bloods can’t keep up, then they need to stay out of their way.

The Shade is that person who rarely lets their guard down. Who is so silent that they’re forgotten about and so unaccustomed to socializing that if it wasn’t an act they’re hesitant to respond. They’re used to working and trusting no one but the flora and the fauna—even they had ears though. They’re paranoid and always on guard. Do not touch them lest you wish to lose a finger. Tucked away in a cocoon of cloth, leather, and steel, they are shrouded from everything and empowered by such secrecy.

In combat, the way The Shade moves is like a dance. Graceful with lethal swirls, turns, and dips, weaving through the swings of their enemies as they fight to keep up. They are calm and at home when in danger. They become the observer, watching as an enemy’s blade lands a cut here or a successful fist to the jaw there. They believe the one who often remains standing is the one with the least to lose, and they have already lost everything.

Backstory: …………………………………………………………….No babe is born with swords in the’r hands. No child is meant t’ see blood and stolen from the’r ‘ome. Ah don’ think Ah existed then just as Ah don’ now. Xsa mina…Ah was a slave, and it woz Death who set me free. If Ah ‘ad dun nottin’, I’d not be ‘ere now. Ah’d be a slave fo’ stayin’ good. Ah’d be dead if Ah were ‘onorable. ‘onor is jus’ make believe. It’s whot the cowards cry ‘bout when the loser dies. If ‘eed only fought ‘onorably, then ‘ee woulda’ won. Estrua…

Ah kill t’live, and its killin’ that ‘as kept me alive. Whot’s the most difficult kill Ah eva’ made y’ask? Killin’ anotha’ one like me. ‘Ave ya not ‘eard tha’ tales? Some o’them lies; some o’them truths. Whot they all ‘ave in common is that Ah’ve killed many things, but ya never ‘ere a story ‘bout killers killin’ killers. The only one alive t’tell the tale is me, and Ah’m no minstrel.

Aye, Ah steal. Ah steal t’see if Ah kin get away wit’it. It’s lika’ game. A fun game—and the stakes are ‘igh. ‘ave Ah eva’ gotten caught? ‘ave ya ever made mistakes? The Shade makes them too.

Appearance: No one has seen them. But hints of dark flesh can be viewed from the eyeholes of the mask. Their skin could be actually dark or they could have smeared ink around their eyes. They are not too tall or too short, standing 5’7” with a lean figure. The mask envelopes the entirety of their head that even if their cowl fell, their mystery was still safeguarded. The Shade's eyes are the most unforgettable. Usually, they’re the last thing their victim sees. Like the gold coins they steal and deep like honey from the Sugar Valley. Knives, push daggers, and thin vials of toxic substances line the hard-leather of their torso mail. Pepper sacks and empty compartments for holding things line their hips. Bolts are equipped at their thigh, belonging to a crossbow slung against their back.

Ons/offs: O/O

[Dominique]

I'm working on my character but I got an ADHD massage course that's stealing up all my free time. I'll have her up tonight though, if that isn't too late ^^

[Lynnette]

I hope all is well with my sheet.  Please let me know if anything needs fixed or changed :)

All is well so far, no worries. Same goes for BlackThrone. I'll probably pick which characters get in soon-ish, maybe over the weekend or so.

I'm working on my character but I got an ADHD massage course that's stealing up all my free time. I'll have her up tonight though, if that isn't too late ^^

No worries, you have time.

[Vonandi]

What sort of character do you think would fit the most at the moment? I'm torn between a fantasy race sorcereress (since the current line up lacks both) or a swashbuckler, that being my personal preference. All just for submission, of course.

[Lynnette]

What sort of character do you think woukd  fit the most at the moment? I'm torn between a fantasy race sorcereress (since the current line up lacks both) or a swashbuckler, that being my personal preference. All just for submission, of course.

Either works well to be honest, I think the most important is just to make something different. As long as styles/personalities aren't too similar, I don't mind there being an overweight of sword-swinging lunatics to put it that way, but a sorceress could work well too :P If you wish to go that avenue, PM me and I'll give you a bit of a better rundown of the magic stuff and how it feels in terms of limitations. I really should've added it to the top post by now...

[Dominique]

I am actually working on a magician, do you think you could tell me as well? :)