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Burger Warrior

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#484968 DragonJedi's Sketchbook

Posted by Burger Warrior on Yesterday, 06:44 PM

Ooh, not bad! I especially like that shading style you use. ^^

 

However, I think just about all these guys are, uh, a tad disproportionate. At the very least I can tell their heads seem a little big on their bodies, but in a few cases (namely Caiella's) it looks like the arms are kinda long, too.

 

Your faces have some really nice details going, though, so definitely keep that up! Can't wait to see who else you draw :D




#484964 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Burger Warrior on Yesterday, 12:50 PM

Korvarl finally heard Elnira pipe up from behind him… though to his growing dismay, she seemed at the very least uncertain, if not plain uncomfortable.
 
"I umm... I think we.. I think... Why don't we all have that drink and get to know each other better." She smiled brightly. "I'm sure we have plenty in common!"
 
Silvershield was appalled. She not only wanted them all to be friends, but though he and Elisario could just… talk this out? She thought they’d have plenty in common? Korvarl slowly turned to stare at her, barely registering Allya’s speech as she cut in.
 
"That sounds like a wonderful plan to me!" Elisario replied, the corners of his mouth turned upward in a small smile.
 
He turned to Korvarl. "Can I buy you a drink, as a show of good faith? We'll be working together for Ormazd knows how long, and I would prefer to be friends rather than rivals with you."
 
The dwarf was perfectly fine with them remaining rivals, since this human couldn’t be bothered to learn his damn lesson. Before he could put that into words, however, Allya spoke again.
 
"Now that that is settled"—she cast a warning glance at Korvarl—"shall we?" she suggested, gesturing towards the bar.
 
Silvershield returned the glance with a scowl, grumbling into his beard but deciding he’d let this go… this time. Given a few liters of beer he’d be ready to bash each and every one of their stupid heads in. Show ‘em what it feels to have your pride an’ culture tossed out th’window…
 
As it was, Korvarl kept his arms cross but trailed after the other three as they approached the bar.
 
-----
 
Percula glanced up as Agethar strode over, grinning… not entirely wholesomely at the Nordling towering over her. She seemed to be preparing some cutting greeting when, much to her evident disappointment, he addressed Caid, talking - pretty much literally - over her. It didn’t help that what he said was so incredibly ironic it hurt.
 
"Good tae see that ye've joined us again," he said as he sat down next to the fellow venator and ordered himself some food. "I though I would be stuck with that other guy - Garandos - fer the rest o' th' evenin'."
 
It’s a small world… Saffron thought, tapping her fingers on the table… which left small, frozen patches.
 
Finally, Agether noticed her and asked "And who's yer friend?"
 
“Call me Perky.” She smiled, seeming polite and cheerful. “And you’re Ags, right?” Percula asked innocently. Hehehee… “Caid’s told me sooo much about you.” She added for good measure, still working away at her plate.



#484946 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Burger Warrior on 21 June 2017 - 07:02 PM

 
 
"Mhm," Caiden replied quietly - his voice lost in the cacophony of the tavern to anyone except Percula - glancing over to them as well as he swallowed entirely too large a mouthful of food. "And other Venatori, and a Templar and Inquisitor... gods know why."
 
“Maybe they got lost trying to have a picnic?” Saffron grinned cheekily. “Now careful you taste your food a little, Caid. It deserves that much.” She couldn’t help but tease, as well.
 
He gave a nod to the waitress who'd served him before, and a glass of wine and a plate with a variety of food - including prominently a jar of fresh honey for flavoring the bread - was placed in front of Percula. The pix- elf’s stomach let out a quiet growl as she both realized how hungry she felt and how good the food looked.
 
"Told you they had nice food here," the Venator said as he shoved a handful of silver coins across the bar. "If you don't eat it all, I can finish it," he added. Given he'd already cleaned half his already oversized plate, that would have seemed unlikely, but he still hadn't slowed down.
 
That didn’t seem to surprise the elf, ahem, as she began tasting the various foods on her plate, though she did stick her tongue out at Caiden. “Oh I know you can,” Percula confirmed with a grin. “But for your information it’s been awhile since I’ve had food that you haven’t gotten to first. So mind your own plate, O Bottomless Pit.” She snickered, popping a grape in her mouth with the style and grace that befitted the race she most definitely wasn’t just pretending to be.
 
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((Gonna let Elmira say something before I continue with Korvarl :P ))
 



#484942 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Burger Warrior on 21 June 2017 - 02:04 PM

“Now listen, Korvarl,” Elisario glared. “I was just making conversation and getting a drink. You’re quite welcome to join us. If you do, please be civil.”

 

The dwarf ground his teeth irritably, but held his ground. Surely Elmira would back him up, and together they’d take this human boy down a few inches. Surely.

 

-----

 

Shortly after Caiden returned from upstairs, a young elf lady descended, adjusting a traveling cloak before pausing at the base of the stairs. She glanced over the crowd of adventurers with some interest - and her eyes seemed to dwell on Agethar for little longer than most, a mischievous gleam in her eye - before she shifted gears and headed over to Caid, taking a seat by him. Fortunately for the waitress who’d tried flirting with him, the pix- ahem, elf had missed the attempt.

 

“I maaade it.” Percula Saffron grinned, before glancing over at the group of adventurers and their discussion. “...Wow, we sure got a mixed bag this time. Are those real, live dwarves?” She asked him quietly, seeming to take a fascination with the short, bearded folk in particular. And elves, and humans, and Aggie…




#484877 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Burger Warrior on 16 June 2017 - 08:53 PM

"If the perils of a mere mortal swamp would make them abandon this quest, then would they not flee at the first sight of whatever stalks the halls of Dimmlundar? Would you even want such a person at your side when facing the forces of darkness? Best to know the mettle of your comrades sooner than late, I say" Valya countered.

 

Korvarl looked faintly surprised at the rebuttal, before he offered a noncommittal shrug. “Still, logist’cs. Can’t jus’ wander around a swamp an expect t’have enough supplies fer a ‘dungeon crawl’.”

 

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"Oh? For all you know, I could be an albino svartalfar" she said lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth for a moment.

 

He chuckled, sizing her up half-jokingly. “Eh, too pretty.” Korvarl chortled, turning his attention back to the contract.

 

"Let me know if there's anything interesting in there, would you?" she asked Korvarl.

 

The dwarf shrugged, gesturing to an especially long and complex word that had at least six syllables in it. “Depends on what y’find interestin’, lass.” He said with a perfectly straight face… before a chuckle snuck out and a grin pulled at his mouth. “It’s all gibber’sh, even to a learned dwarf like m’self, bu’ it’s nothin’ you wouldn’t expect. Seems safe enough t’sign…” He joked, taking the pen and carefully adding his name in bold, runic print.

 

As he signed, he heard someone say their name in his and the elf’s general direction and mention ‘the both of you’. Rather than give whichever human it was a proper greeting, Silvershield offered an almost flippant wave over his shoulder.

 

If this human just threw names out all over the place, Korvarl preferred not to give him more ammunition.

 



#484859 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Burger Warrior on 15 June 2017 - 03:55 PM

"If it is the quickest route, then I say we should take the wilderness path through the marsh" the towering nordling woman, Valya, said simply.

 

Korvarl rolled his eyes, crossing his stout arms. “Aye, sure. Then by the time we hit the real challenge we’ll be clean out o’ supplies and half of you yellow-bellied humans are gonna turn tail and run. Real smart idea.” He huffed, shaking his head.

 

The only elf present, though, looked up as he spoke. "That is fine by me" she said.

 

After a moment, she extended a slender, long-fingered hand across the table as she introduced herself to the dwarf: "Allya Noctis. And you are...?"

 

“Korvarl Silvershield, form’r Iron Gauntlet enforc’r.” The dwarf replied with less gruffness than his retort towards Valya. Alya’s hand was all but encased within his distinctly rougher, stubbier, but nonetheless thicker hand for a few moments as he face her a careful shake. Could never be too careful with elves and their frail, dainty little hands.

 

“...Never seen an elf quite like ye, if’n y’don’t mind me sayin’.” Korvarl added, perhaps a tad bluntly. He slowly made his way around to the contract Agni laid out, though rather than signing it outright he began to - quite surprisingly - read the damned thing. “But yer def’nitely not one of ‘em darker types, I can tell tha’ much. So tha's all right 'n well.” He went on, eyes glued to the paper as he deciphered the Dwarven script. It’d been a while since he’d read anything, true, but given how long he’d studied he’d be quite surprised if the verbage escaped him.

 

Then again, Dwarven lawyers.




#484840 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Burger Warrior on 14 June 2017 - 09:20 PM

Hey, Ambad, you seemed to misunderstand what Korvarl's path was, soooo I took the liberty of adding some subtle clarification as to which path he's supporting to my post :P




#484819 Dalton attempts to run an Errant Campaign and probably fails!

Posted by Burger Warrior on 13 June 2017 - 05:53 PM

Well, I voted for Stranded, but I think either that or the Ironside Foundry could be interesting.




#484564 Korvarl Silvershield

Posted by Burger Warrior on 01 June 2017 - 12:56 PM

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Korvarl Silvershield

 

 

Full Name: Korvarl Silvershield

Aliases: The Sharp Hammer

 

Sex: Male

Race: Mountain Dwarf

Birthplace: Dvergar Gate (well, thereabouts, anyway)

 

Affinity: Lightning

Deity: Tyr

Faction: Formerly Iron Gauntlet, now none

 

Talents: Dwarven Blacksmithing, Martial Combat, Intimidation, Diplomacy, Knowledge (Dwarven)

 

Attributes

Strength: 9

Agility: 5 - 1 = 4

Constitution: 7 + 2 = 9

Perception: 5

Intelligence: 8

Spirit: 5

Luck: 3

 

Appearance: Short and stout, even amongst other dwarves, when Korvarl’s body is revealed from under its armor one can easily make out his heavily-muscled build. However, despite looking like nothing more than a common bruiser or mercenary, it’s impossible to ignore the glint of intelligence in his sharp eyes.

 

Inventory: Fortune Hunter

  • 1 full set of padded clothing/armor (gambeson, pants, and skull cap)

  • 1 full set of steel plate mail

  • 1 iron tower shield

  • 1 full set of simple clothing

  • 1 brown traveling cloak

  • 1 iron hand ax

  • 1 torch

  • 1 small knife

  • 1 map of the area around the Dvergar Gate

  • 1 clean bandage

  • Flint and tinder

  • Water and rations


Biography:

Korvarl Silvershield was a steadfast and trusty dwarf since he could hold an axe, serving his family and friends faithfully for a good century at the Dvergar Gate. However, he was finally nudged into becoming one of the Iron Gauntlet’s Enforcers; an easy enough task with his nigh-spotless track record. However, as an Enforcer he was rarely doing any guarding. To test his loyalty and abilities, he was in charge of disrupting Dwarven business on the surface of Midgard that refused to obey the Iron Gauntlet’s commandments.

 

At first, Korvarl went about his duties with gusto, proud of his work in keeping law and order. However, sharp as he was, the dwarf soon noticed the negative effect his orders were having on the lives of others. Having believed for a long time his work - his purpose in life, even - was to protect and guide others to make their existences easier, the relatively young Silvershield soon realized his orders were contradicting everything he believed in.

 

Thus, he turned against the Iron Gauntlet - not publicly, of course - and began to help those that broke their laws. Conveniently allowing them to escape whenever he was sent to quash a humble blacksmith’s business and preventing the discovery of others when he could. However, for all his hard work, it was only inevitable the Gauntlet began to find holes in their operations, pocketbooks… and in Korvarl’s actions. His fate was finally set in stone when he was caught in the act of planning another rogue dwarf’s escape.

 

Dragged back to the Dvergar Gate in chains, he was publicly judged, dishonored before his guild and clan, and hurled out into the wilds of Northrim. Banished from his home, Korvarl Silvershield refused found himself at a loss with all that he knew taken from him. His lack of ties to anyone in the Iron Gauntlet meant he could no longer help ‘rogue’ dwarves nearly as well as before, and his newly-shaved beard left him with no respect amongst his kin.

 

Feeling distinctly empty and hopeless, he’s wandered westward in hope of some way to either regain his former status to more effectively help others… or perhaps find a new path.

 

Campaign History:

N/A

 

Relationships:

Clan Silvershield (Disgraced)

The Iron Gauntlet (Disgraced)

 

Personality:

Stubborn, stern, and very much an intermediate, Korvarl has spent a great deal of his life guiding and guarding others. Even his brief stint as an Enforcer of the Iron Gauntlet couldn’t change this in him, though it did encourage him to get a little more emotionally-invested in people. One could see this as a weakness, though, as it has led to his heart bleeding ever since he was banished from his clan and kicked out of the Gauntlet.

 

Currency: 25 gold, 40 silver, 35 copper




#484529 Delving Too Deep - Sign-ups

Posted by Burger Warrior on 29 May 2017 - 09:55 PM

Well, I figure I should admit Percula's gonna be in on this one.

 

I'm debating having more characters and which ones to bring, though. :P




#484430 HELP - Special Permission

Posted by Burger Warrior on 20 May 2017 - 06:33 PM

Both of these sound good, Burgs. Go ahead and make their character threads whenever you like, and I'll reply with their currency.

 

 

 

Hmm. If people want to play as a bard type character, maybe a talent could be added to help refine that.

 

I'd possibly go so far as to say that it'd be interesting if people had to specify what they were actually good at performing, kind of similar to how people have to specify what language(s) they know and/or can read. For instance, having this talent shouldn't instantly make one good at everything. Maybe you could pick up to two things, such as singing and playing a lute or guitar, or singing and telling a tale, but you aren't actually any good at a particular instrument. That way not everybody is a one-man band.

 

But that might be getting wayyy too detailed. Either way, I'll definitely give it some more thought, since bards can be so fun, and I wouldn't mind seeing some show up in Errant. :P

 

Eyyyy! I'll get on that. ^^

 

Yeeaah, I had a similar idea, but I also feel that's a bit too particular for Errant. I'll probably make a bard sooner than later and see if specifying is too hard or not.

Though with classifying stuff in mind, I figure the specialization list could run thusly:
Dancing (Automatic with Acrobatics)
Oratory (Automatic with Education)

Acting/Comedy (potentially singing could be added on here?)

Singing

Wind Instruments

Percussion Instruments
String Instruments

Keyboard Instruments




#484387 Next Errant Campaign (part II)

Posted by Burger Warrior on 18 May 2017 - 02:09 PM

Well, D&D style adventuring is the most open to new people, and since this is practically an Errant reboot I don't think that'd be a bad thing to start with. It's not like we can't ever do the other campaigns later on. ^^




#484384 Destiny 2: Coming to PC via Blizzard of all people

Posted by Burger Warrior on 18 May 2017 - 01:24 PM

Can we actually use our spaceships in gameplay this time around, too? Or are all those cool dogfights restricted to cutscenes only? ;u;




#484342 Next Errant Campaign

Posted by Burger Warrior on 16 May 2017 - 12:16 PM

Well, with the characters I just pumped out I modified their inventories pretty satisfactorily with the 3 items or less added on.

 

Graaaanted, neither's got extra armor packed on or a whole lot of secondary weaponry, but for the sake of character/inventory growth I think losing gear during travels/combat is a reasonable excuse to start lighter. ^^




#484324 HELP - Special Permission

Posted by Burger Warrior on 15 May 2017 - 01:41 PM

Well, me being me, not only does my first new character made with this system require special permission, but so does my second character :V

 

In Erik's case, he just needs clearance to be a werewolf. Figured making someone who's remotely okay with life being cursed might change things up a bit. :P
 

 

Erik Fyodorov

 

 

Full Name: Erik Fyodorov

Aliases: None, as of yet.

 

Sex: Male

Race: Werewolf (Nordling)

Birthplace: Northrim, Endibraut Hall

 

Affinity: Air

Deity: Odin

Faction: None

 

Talents: Survival, Martial Combat, Balanced Soul, Charisma

 

Attributes

Strength: 8 + 2 = 10

Agility: 5 + 2 = 7

Constitution: 8 + 2 = 10

Perception: 5 + 3 = 8

Intelligence: 5

Spirit: 8

Luck: 3

 

Appearance: Erik is of average height for a young Nordling man, with a well-muscled and somewhat heavy-set build. His sky blue eyes seem to shine out from behind a short but thick beard, one that most of his face’s strong features. His golden hair flows down a little past his shoulders, often left undone as Fyodorov has little time or will to bother adjusting his locks beyond the use of sweatbands and loose braids to keep it out of his sky blue eyes.

 

His wolf shape is particularly tall, taking after a timberwolf in the pattern and color of its coat.

 

Inventory: (Fortune Hunter)

-1 full set of simple, distinctly loose clothing

-1 wolf pelt

-1 iron sword

-1 iron axe

-1 torch

-1 rough map of Northrim

-1 clean bandage

-Flint and tinder

-Water and rations

-Iron pendant in the shape of an anvil

 

Biography:

Born and raised by a warrior father and smithy mother in Endibraut Hall, Erik grew to embrace both sides of his heritage. Even as he trained to survive the heat of battle, he assembled his own equipment within the heat of his mother’s forge. However, as Erik aged his passion for crafting rapidly lessened as his father weakened, urging the young nord to take up his old man’s mantle. Fyodorov took it a step further, however, as he pushed himself to take up the mantle of a berserker to honor his dying parent.

 

But not just any animal spirit would do in this endeavor. No, Erik choose to wield the power of a wolf in his sudden quest for glory.

 

This inevitably proved to be his undoing; or rather, the undoing of his foolish ambitions. Leading the charge of his fellow warriors from the front every chance he had, Erik found himself relying more and more on the spirit of his wolfskin for power… until, finally, it was too much. In the heat of a particularly bloody conflict, Fyodorov changed before the eyes of his brothers and sisters. While the newly-cursed werewolf carved a swathe through the Chaos hordes they had been best by, Erik awoke to find himself cast away by his friends. His mother, however, had one last ounce of wisdom to leave him before she was forced to turn away.

 

His father had died with honor, and Erik had never needed to let go out and try to win him more, or even go out with glory himself. Even though his quest was, ultimately, a failure, he still had the rest of his life to live as he wished, and while he was cursed… Erik soon found his ‘other self’ was a surprisingly meek and evasive creature which evaded conflict even when he was certain he turned in a rather popular place that ought to have suffered easily at the hands of a werewolf. This guess has emboldened him to enjoy the company of others often, Fyodorov confident that they have nothing to fear in him, and he in them.

 

Campaign History:

N/A

 

Relationships:

N/A

 

Personality:

Quicker to laugh and sing than to fight, Erik is a carefree spirit who still offers his praises to Odin even after falling victim to… well, what others might say were Odin’s machinations, but Erik feels were his own. Eager to explore the world and leave friends in his wake, Fyodorov is loathe to be left alone and thus often seeks traveling companions of any shape or size.

 

Currency:

 

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Meanwhile, for Hollae here, she's both a monster character and a shaman. Of sorts.

 

 

 

Hollae, Fury of the Forest

 

 

Full Name: Hollae

Aliases: Fury of the Forest

 

Sex: Female

Race: Dryad (Oread)

Birthplace: Northrim, Mimameidr

 

Affinity: Earth

Deity: Heimdall

Magic: Spiritual

Faction: None

 

Talents: Marksmanship, Martial Combat, Intimidation, Survival

 

Attributes

Strength: 7

Agility: 4

Constitution: 7

Perception: 10 - 1 = 9

Intelligence: 5

Spirit: 5 + 2 = 7

Luck: 4

 

Appearance: Hollae is pretty tall for a dryad - that is, about the moderate height of a human woman - and surprisingly well-muscled for a member of her species as well. Her fair, elven features are typically plastered in some form of confident smirk. Her shoulder-length green hair is, more often than not, tied back into a loose ponytail to keep her vision clear, and this sort of practical thought is put into her clothing as well as the features she takes on as she becomes more tree-like.

 

Completely shape-shifted, Hollae takes the form of a tall and somewhat broad pine tree, but short of that she prioritizes vital organs with her bark-like skin, and grows what is best described as a skirt of needles with which to pluck and hurl at opponents or fashion into makeshift arrows for her bow, with a bit of work.

 

Inventory: (Fortune Hunter)

-1x full set of leather armor

-1x full set of simple, distinctly leaf-like clothing (short, sleeveless dress and fur boots)

-1x leaf-like traveling cloak

-1x iron-tipped spear

-1x bow

-20x pine-like arrows (noticeably lacking iron tips)

-1 map of Mimameidr and some of its surroundings

-1 clean bandage

-Water and rations

 

Biography:

Fairly young for one of her kind, Hollae has seen few winters; partly thanks to spending a fair few of her younger years in Mimameidr’s ever-warm heart. Trained by other Oreades from pretty much the beginning to make use of her abilities for combat, Hollae has grown into a formidable fighter, seeing much battle against the Chaos races in particular. However, her lust for fighting began to worry some of her peers, especially as she grew to care less for the spirits - and even safety - of the forest in favor of smiting as many orcs and goblins as she could on and off the battlefield. They managed to convince her that maybe some time away from Mimameidr would be best for her, making her promise not to return until she managed some self-control and proper respect for the spirits of nature.

 

Campaign History:

N/A

 

Relationships:

N/A

 

Personality:

Naive, passionate, and short-tempered pretty much sum Hollae up. She tends to fight first and ask questions later, and has little respect for people who put diplomacy or well-thought strategy over action.

 

Currency: