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Dalton Westmoore

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Loxley

24 October 2017 - 05:22 PM

Loxley

 

Full Name: Unknown
Aliases: Loxley, the Devil's advocate (by men), Tall, Dark, and Ruggedly Handsome (by women)
 
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Northern)
Birthplace: Small Achaean-occupied town near Rimegard
 
Affinity: Air
Deity: Ullr
Faction: Whatever one that Gisburn is joined up with at the moment
 
Talents: 

Martial Combat

Marksmanship

Multilingual (Elven, Dwarven, and Beastfolk)

Survivalism

Intimidation

 
Attributes

Strength: 8

Agility: 4

Constitution: 3

Perception: 8

Intelligence: 9

Spirit: 5

Luck: 5

 
Appearance:
 
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Loxley looks like how he acts, a dark, brooding warrior that are fairly common to find these days. He is often seen in the company of the infamous Guy of Gisburn, acting as his bodyguard.
 
Inventory:
(Fortune Hunter's Pack + several custom items)
 
  • 1 full set of leather armor
  • 1 full set of simple clothing
  • 1 brown traveling cloak
  • Silver Necklace with a small figurine of Ullr attached
  • Northern Shortsword
  • Bow blessed by a shaman of Ullr
  • (20) Normal Arrows
  • (2) Hunting Knives
  • 1 map of Northrim
  • 1 clean bandage
  • Flint and tinder
  • Water and rations
 
Biography:
 

Loxley, real name unknown, was born in a small Northern town that was soon conquered and added to the number of Achaean Outposts in the North. His father, a proud man that had lost an arm fighting in the Empire, took out his anger at this out on his family, particularly Loxley, who always resented the crippled, husk of a glorious Northern Warrior. Soon after coming of age, Loxley murdered his father, but was soon arrested by the Empire and shipped off to fight in their Gladiatorial Pit-fights.

 

At one such fight, his skill and aggression caught the eye of an Achaean Nobleman, one Sir Gisburn of Pikeston. After the matches were over for the day, Gisburn approached Loxley’s Keeper, and said that if the man could best him in combat, he would give him his freedom. Loxley accepted, believing that he could easily best an old, out-of-shape nobleman. However, when he actually fought the man, he was surprised to discover that Gisburn was still a capable warrior, and was defeated by him.

 

Gisburn, not wanting to see one who had given him the best fight he had gotten in years waste away in the Arenas of the Empire, decided to buy his freedom anyway. However, there was a catch: Loxley was to be his Bodyguard and Business Partner in all of the nobleman’s future ventures. The two have worked together ever since, with Gusburn being the brains and Loxley the brawn of all of their adventures. 

 
Campaign History:
N/A
 
Relationships:
Poor Relationship with his family
Bodyguard of Sir Gisburn of Pikeston
 
Currency:
Loxley usually carries little money of his own: Gisburn usually gives him 25% of all earnings from their misadventures, but Loxley usually uses all of this to repair their equipment or gather new supplies.

Sir Gisburn of Pikeston

24 October 2017 - 05:20 PM

Sir Gisburn of Pikeston

 

Full Name: Sir Gisburn of Pikeston
Aliases: Guy, the Merchant of Pikeston, and a number of obscenities ranging from Weasel to more unspeakable ones
 
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Achaean)
Birthplace: Pikeston
 
Affinity: Earth, though Gisburn would say Gold
Deity: Plutus, Achaean god of wealth and prosperity
Faction: Neuteral, but Gisburn would say himself
 
Talents: 

Noble Combat

Education (Old Achaean)

Multilingual (Northern, Southern, and Eastern)

Charisma

Diplomacy

 

 
Attributes

Strength: 6

Agility: 4

Constitution: 5

Perception: 3

Intelligence:10

Spirit: 6

Luck: 8

 
Appearance:
 
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At first glance, Gisburn appears to be your run of the mill nobleman: a paunchy man dressed in rich clothes and furs, with an unused sword and a fat purse at his side. However, once you get to know him, you will understand how much of a mad genuis this man is, and if not, he'll quickly convince you with his silver tongue.
 
Inventory:
(Merchant Pack + Several Custom Items)
  • 1 full set of nice clothing
  • 1 brown traveling cloak
  • A Gold Half-moon Amulet
  • An ornate ring concealing a poisoned needle
  • A finely crafted iron sword
  • Golden Dagger with a silver blade
  • 1 Chain Shirt
  • Map of Imperial Territories
  • Measuring scales
  • Ale and rations
  • Miscellaneous bits and baubles from failed schemes and various skulduggery-ish feats 
 
Biography: 
 

Gisburn was born as the only heir to the Noble Family of the same name in the Achaean City of Pikeston. His family was once known for being great warriors, but nowadays they were known for being political schemers and for their on-again-off-again feuds with the ruling family: the Vulpowiczes. His family was disappointed with him, as he chose to become a knight and fight for the empire, though that all changed when he received a crippling wound in combat against the Northerners.

 

Gisburn had always hated his family for being the people who they were; crafty, sneaky, and all too focused on the political side of the Empire. However, with no other option than to live out his days as a beggar, he decided to become what he had once hated: a Politician. He eventually became so good at it, that his own family, fearing that he would betray them, set into motion a staged scandal that would end with his exile from the town.

 

While on his exile, he decided to not only become a politician, but the greatest con-man of all time. In his travels across the known world, he met his bodyguard and business partner, Loxley, made friends and enemies, and plotted and executed the most successful and botched schemes the fortunate and unfortunate people involved had ever seen.

 
Campaign History:
N/A
 
Relationships:
Poor relationship with his Family
Poor relationship with the Vulpowiczes
Comradeship with his bodyguard, Loxley
A Strictly business relationship with anyone else he happens to be working with
 
Currency:
N/A

Le Morte D'Arthur: The Comic

04 October 2017 - 02:16 PM

So, one day while I was watching Game of Thrones, I was really bored, so I decided to make a comic based on Sir Thomas Malory's book of the same name (which, if you're curious, means 'The Death of Arthur' in French), as well as several others.

 

The comic will update every time I finish a story arc, I will post, so updates will be infrequent at best.

 

Anyways, here's the prologue:

 

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Zone - Shipwreck Cove ((Stranded - START))

11 July 2017 - 12:45 PM

From a bird's eye view, the cove looked peaceful. Blue water crashing against a rocky beach, the whole thing surrounded by walls of rock.

 

But the aftermath of the storm made it look completely different.

 

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Fresh driftwood and pieces of the Greenhawk were scattered all over the place, in addition to the rotten hulks of older wrecks. Among these were other Achaean vessels, some southern pirating ships, and even an Inquisitorial frigate. What made it worse were the corpses scattered among the wreckage, in addition to the skeletons from other such incidents in the past.

 

The survivors stood shivering in three separate groups; the Imperial Skirmishers, the Ship's crew, and the oar slaves. Even though they were all from different social classes, they all had one thing that was on their minds:

 

What dangers awaited them on this island?

 

---

 

STRANDED

 

Part I: Landfall

 

Thantos Grenfell looked with open disappointment at what remained of the troops under his command: out of the one hundred skirmishers he had brought with him, less than twenty had survived the storm. Even worse, all of them were under the command of Angus the Butcher, on of the higher-ups' favorites, but a man who Thantos despised due to his brutality. Some of the soldiers under his command, such as Sextus and Gavia, were nice enough, but the rest of them were brutes who looked like they belonged in a gladiatorial pit rather than the Achaean Military.

 

Edmund Hawkin had fared little better than the Imperial Officer: barely enough crew-members to make up even a skeleton crew had made it through the storm. The more memorable ones like Quint had survived, but they would be hard pressed to sail anything back to the known world. 

 

The only one who seemed pleased about this situation was Brute of all people. A surprisingly large amount of slaves had survived the storm, and where now bunched up in a group guarded by several of the Skirmishers. The slaves - including Silmiri and Captivus Vir - looked on with varying levels of fear, resignation, or defiance. Two of the more noticeable slaves were Jon - an enormous man hailing from the deep south of Khemet - and Nigel - a relatively newer addition to the slaves who had been purchased in the North.

 

"Listen up!" Thantos barked as he paced in front of the three groups "were are currently shipwrecked on a island unfamiliar to us, as Captain Hawkin informs me that this place is on non of what few sea charts he was able to recover!"

 

"It's true," Edmund chimed it "from what I can gather, we are on an undiscovered island in uncharted southern waters."

 

"In any case," Thantos continued "we are going to be on leave on this place for an unknown amount of time, we have two options: first, and my personal favorite, we head inland to see if we can head off this place! And sec-!"

 

"And secondly," Edmund interrupted "we could stay here. Maybe we could rebuilt the Greenhawk and get out of this place, but it would take a while. It's a much safer plan than heading inland."

 

The two glared at each other for a moment before the Imperial Officer looked at the group and said "Alright, we'll put it to a vote! Who wants to head inland, and who wants to stay here?"

 

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((Welcome to the official start of Stranded. After voting on what to do next, feel free to interact with one another.)) 


Hori Holdensfarn

04 July 2017 - 12:12 PM

HORI HOLDENSFARN

 

Full Name: Hori Holdensfarn
Aliases: The Grey Wanderer
 
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Northrim)
Birthplace: Horngofgasta, Northrim
 
Affinity: Earth
Deity: Odin 
Faction: None
 
Talents: Multilingual (Northrim, Southern) Martial Combat, Herbalism, Survivalism
 
Attributes
Strength: 6
Agility: 5
Constitution: 4
Perception: 4
Intelligence: 5
Spirit: 8
Luck: 10
 
Appearance:
 
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Inventory:
 
  • full set of leather armor
  • full set of simple clothing
  • Grey traveling cloak
  • Iron Sword
  • Shield
  • torch
  • small knife 
  • Map of Northrim
  • 1 clean bandage
  • Flint and tinder
  • Water and rations
 
Biography: Hori Holdensfarn was born and raised in Horngofgasta, Northrim, and was a proud and fierce warrior, always fighting against the tyrannical might of the Achaean Empire whenever he could. His luck changed for the better when one day, during the midst of a battle, he was paired up with a Shieldmaiden, Bera Atlidottir, from another clan. One thing led to another, and the eventually were married, retiring from the battlefield only so they could take care of their only child, a boy named Hamlin. 
 
When Hamlin was a man, both he and his parents returned to the battlefield. After going on many campaigns against the Empire, all three were eventually part of a failed campaign to seize Fort Munin from the Empire's control. Hamlin died in the battle, and his mother filled with grief, attacked the Empire's soldiers head-on while the others in the attack group fled. Hori didn't know what became of her until a few days later, her head was on display along with Hamlin's as signs of the Achaean's victory on the Fort's wall.
 
Heartbroken, Hori left Horngofgasta and took up a life as a wandering hermit. He has traveled as far as he could, and claims to have been everywhere from Hyperboria, to the Blasted Wastes, and even to the East. Hori is an old man now, but he still can fight if he needs to.
 
Campaign History:
 
N/A
 
Relationships: 
(Dead) Bera Atlidottir - Wife
(Dead) Hamlin Horisson - Son
 
Personality: Hori is an kind old man, who has a love for tea, especially that from the East. He is willing to listen to the problems of others and offer advice, or even tell his own stories. Despite the old war scars he bears, as well as the rather obvious lines that appear in his face when someone speaks of the Empire's glory, he seems nice enough.
 
Currency:
 
20 gold, 20 silver, 45 copper