As the game progresses, I am going to keep track of the active players, their character, and their location as best I can right here. This will help with confusion as the game progresses. I will be adding detail as you all reveal the detail about your character. I know there is some mystery right now, but that is for anyone who is wishing to lie or use a fake name.
Bonecrusher - Mordrin (Inside Drunken Snotlings), Dwarf Trollslayer
Mordrin is in general that of a typical slayer, orange crest and beard, through not as long as some show that he has not been a slayer too long. He has a number of tattoos and scars, but his right ear is somewhat ragged with a few chunks missing. Unusual for a slayer, he wears a mail shirt, though this is not new, and though maintained has obviously seen battle. If someone could look long enough and deep enough at his eyes, they'd notice that in the dark brown iris there are flecks of green, an unusual trait from birth. Twin axes hang from his two belts, one on either side (one on each belt), and his great axe is diagonally over his back over his cloak but under his pack. He wears an opal ring on a chain around his neck.
HammerJohn - Markus (Outside), Human mercenary
Hero of Rome - Lars (Outside), a human
Though tall, handsome and well-built, Lars' expression, tone and personality appear cold, distant, and highly irritable. He talks with a laconic and sometimes condescending style/tone. He has amber eyes, dark brown hair, and a beard to match. He wears a mail shirt, with worn and mattered brown leather gloves, boots, trousers and gamberson. His sword hangs on his belt while his bow and quiver are strapped to his back. He wears a talisman of Taal proudly around his neck.
Hovamol - Valente (Outside), Tilean mercenary
Valente is an average built Tilean who sports a broken nose set between hazel eyes which his jet black hair hides. He wears a mail shirt over leather armor and sports an open faced helmet upon his head. His uniform bears a crossed sword and torch in gold, set on a scarlet field with gold trim. He has a sword strapped to his waist with a square shield strapped to his back. He carries around a large, 10 foot long Tilean Pike in his hands, the right most one missing the pinky.
Ragnar - Yarick (Inside the Drunken Snotlings), a Dwarf Trollslayer
Yarick is wearing gray pants, a red cloak, and a mighty helmet with his orange crest poking through the top. He looks pretty tired and has a couple scars on his face and torso, his dyed orange beard is braided and has many silver beard decorations. About his person he carries an assortment of different sized axes, all finely crafted.
Skull Krusher - Drazhdrakk (Outside), a dwarf bodyguard
To an Umgi (human) Drazhdrakk appears to be a short youngster with black hair and deep dark ice blue eyes although his long blakc braided beard is a giveaway that his is a Dwarf. A Dwarf dressed nearly all in black with the exception of his dark black and grey stripped trousers that are tucked into knee high leather boots. Upon looking closer the observer will notice he is wearing a muslin shirt under a padded leather jerkin worn under a sleeveless chain mail shirt. His outer garment is an ankle length black coat. Upon his head is a mailed coif which is worn under a large brim black hat. The hat band is decorated with teeth; goblin, orc, or hob goblin. When he speaks Reikspiel it is with a Nuln accent. What weapons the casual observer can see is war-hammer, a belt knife, and a buckler slung over his shoulder backpack.
Thunderforge - Thrang (Inside the Drunken Snotlings), Dwarf
He is a dour looking prospector with a black beard and dark eyes. His horned helmet and armour speak of the the far North, his clothes are stained and patched from long travel, and in a style a few hundred years out of date. He has a ragged fur cloak and a large double handed hammer slung at his back. A closer look shows silver skull icons on his belt and buckles, revealing decent from the ancestor Gazul, and the letters 'hold fast' tattooed in runes across his knuckles.
Twigsthesage - Lykos Valorous (Outside), a human priest of Sigmar
The tavern was a dark, grimy affair. It was filled with hazy smoke and the smell of various liquids, both in mugs and on the floor. Leopold Dietrich had entered as the sun was westerning and night was approaching. Soon the tavern begins to fill up with men looking for something to help them forget the trials of the day.
One such group of two people sits at the booth next to Leopold and he cannot help but hear their conversation. Since they are just sharing gossip, they aren’t particularly silent or worried about anyone hearing them.
“I tell ya Siggy, they say that place is full of treasure and jules. Lot ‘o people heading down there these days, what w’th the rumors from up north.”
“Don’t tell me you believe those tales or boogey-men now Alf’ed. I tells ya, it’s just be an excuse to raise more taxes. I’d soona believe people going south to escape taxes than some bull story about undying worriers coming to kills us all.”
“All the same, there are jules just sticking out of hollows for th’ taking. I’ve a mind to head south m’self.”
A third person slides into the booth as the man known as Sigfried and Alfred look up and smile.
“Your’n a fool, ya are. You never been more’n a few miles from ‘ere and got lost when y’r got that far.”
“Now y’shut your mouth about that Felix. It were night time and those ools make a ‘orrid noise and y’knows it. Anyway, I was saying about down south…”
“And I’s saying,” interrupted the Alfred, “I’s not know about jules, but I knows you’d find a ‘ole mess a ‘oblins and orcses down thar.”
Felix pipes up excitedly at this and says, “Now I’s got news fer ya on that. A stranger came by ‘ere earlier and says he’s going that way. Apparently, the ‘oblins and orcs are gone. Gone, ‘e says! He says that the Bretonnians and Empire knights done drove ‘em away.”
“No ain’t that new, ‘ere he’s saying armies gather’n up north and you’se saying ‘oblins runnin’ away down south. Which is it?”
“I’s tellin’ yer that the army up north is real. Why else would all those armies be’a marching up that way. You’se don’t get no nations are on the m’rch unless’n ya got a mighty big army to deal with.”
“Bah, next ya know, youin’ being telling me that those doom say’rs are right. Next thing I knows, ya be telling me about the End Times and that we’s all be condemd’d to live in th’se ‘ere bubble worlds and such nonsense. I’m telling ya, you’se don’t be needing no more ale.”
“Well, regardless of what yer limited mind can handl’,” says the first once more, “They say there is gold and jules to be made in the Border Princes. They’s be openin’ up new lands all the time. Take that Haven Rock town fer instance…”
Felix interrupts and says, “That be’s the place I heard that stanger talkin’ about.”
“I says ya both crazy,” says Alfred. “All we needs worry about is what we’s going to drink next.”
With this the group laughs and heads off to the bar to order another round. Leopold smiled to himself as he watched them go. He was heading to Haven Rock himself, but he had other reasons for the journey. It beckoned for him to come and if he eventually found jewels, well that would just be an added bonus. Plenty of time for that after he had found power…
Edited by Glyfi Ironbeard, 08 January 2019 - 01:34 PM.