forum a series of adventures with some serious adventurers (closed!)

Started October 10, 2020 by Deleted user

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Greetings

As for Dur'kiir's dragon form, it shall be revealed later on
As he can take a humanoid version, and then a full on dragon form. Course, there are minor drawbacks with this

ooh neat!
do you happen to be a fan of skyrim? i noticed dur'kiir's name has some dovahzul words in it and i found that really cool :0

It has been quite awhile since I have played Skyrim, but aye, it is some inspiration for some of my dragons

Epic.

that's pretty rad!

@Rosetip_Avenue @EvIsTiredOfDRAMA hi! have you guys got your characters yet?

Everyone make sure to upload your characters! I posted a template if anyone wants to use it

We are currently awaiting for yourself and Rose for your characters to be posted

Radio and myself have ours up

Ahhhh ok I didn't see Radios

First post of this thread they have it linked

eh i'll go ahead and fill out the form for easy reference later, a summary of sorts

Name: Aeolus Dadichus (ay-oh-luhs dah-deh-kus)
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years
Sexuality: Gay, currently in a relationship
Appearance: Aeolus stands at 5'11". He has long dark brown hair that falls to his shoulders, his right eye is missing and covered with an eye patch, and he as a noticeable scar that runs along his face. He dresses in dark red robes with wraps along his arms; light clothing that muffles most of the sounds he makes moving around. He wears a belt with two sheathes - one for his dagger, one for his sword.
Personality: Initially a bit stoic and formal to those he doesn't know well, but when he warms up to someone he reveals a more casual and easygoing demeanor. Determined and hardworking, Aeolus is used to the pressure and expectations that come with a leadership position with an entire organization resting on his shoulders, and while he won't be the first to claim the leading role, he can and will step up to the challenge if he has to. Has difficulty expressing his feelings properly and can oftentimes come off as blunt or even a bit rude, whether or not he intends to be.
Biography: Aeolus was a child his mother was forced to keep, her anger and resentment about the situation taken out on him. His childhood was dysfunctional and chaotic, most of it spent trying to earn the affections of a mother who wanted nothing to do with him. He would learn the family trade - assassination - and rise the ranks of his organization quickly, his skill surpassed only by his own mother's, all in a desperate attempt to get her to care about him. He would make friends with the Brigade's medic after a particularly rough contract, planting the first seeds of doubt that his efforts had any meaning, but his mother's grip on him was still tight. It wouldn't be until a newcomer to the Brigade's ranks came that he would have a life-changing conversation and a new resolve, finally having the courage to stand up to his mother. Outraged at his defiance and afraid her public image would be tarnished, she attempted to kill him, but that day he proved that his skill succeeded her own, and he killed her in self-defense. He hadn't wanted that, however, and when he realized what he'd done, he spiraled downwards, and it was only after an attempt on his own life that he realized he needed to pull himself together - so he did. He still battles with his own inner demons, but stands stronger than he did before and having found a family in the four people that stood by his side when he was at his lowest. Now he stands as the Brigade's director in place of his mother and with his team tackles obstacles from corrupt politicians to hyper-religious cults. His work sometimes takes him out of the city - such as this upcoming case.

Abilities: Talented swordfighter, but works better striking quietly & from the shadows than in one-on-one combat. Stealthy, calculated, and is good at diplomacy. Has the ability to manipulate and conjure fire, immune to overheating and burning but incredibly vulnerable to hypothermia and frostbite. Is a good blacksmith, but specializes in weaponry and has little experience with tools and armor.

In a party, he would best fit the assassin role, talented in finding ways to off the enemy quickly, without raising alarm, and without directly engaging in combat. He is also capable of acting as a spy and keeping out of sight, able to acquire vital information from the enemy without them knowing he was there to begin with.

Name: Evelyn Rose Simon (Evelyn in Hebrew means first light)
Nickname(s): Ev', Evy, Lynn(only to certain people) Sunny,Sunshine
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Sexuality: pansexual. Taken.
Looks: She has long blonde hair that is just past her shoulders,which is normally up in a ponytail. She also has blue eyes, and stands at about 5'4, weighting in at 125 pounds. Tends to wear commoners clothes,but always has her guitar on her. She doesn't have any scars or anything,just one tattoo. A fox,on the back of her ankle. Now a close friend of hers is quite the inventor, and so with a bit of extra gold and a good gin and tonic on the side, Hyla made Evelyn's guitar into a hidden sword, so then no matter what she always has a guitar on her. Evelyn also carries the only possession she has of her mothers. A never ending satchel. It could carry whole boats with everything on it inside of it, if only it would fit. You never know what Evelyn will pull out.
Personality: She is bubbly,wild,and a bit chaotic but that doesn't mean she's stupid. As an ex bard she became quite the scholar and knows lots of random tid bits of information that most wouldn't expect her to know. She always has a tune in her heart and a smile on her face, but can be distant and quiet at times.
Likes: Music, poetry,friends and adventure.
Dislikes: brussel sprouts,grumpy people, anyone who doesn't like music
Hobbies: reading, writing, getting into and out of trouble, being sassy, making people smile
History: Evan and Evelyn Dimon were born on September 12th, 10 minutes apart. The strain of the sudden births killed their mother, and thus their father hated them both for it. 10 years of abuse and rape happened before they finally were able to get away. They didn't know where they were running too they just ran. People would take them in until they couldn't anymore. Sometimes things were better, sometimes they weren't. Eventually Evan became a scholar and Evelyn joined the Bards Guild. But, now? She is about to accidentally join one of the biggest adventures of her life
Other: she has a pet cat named Precious who follows her on all of her adventures.

@Rosetip_Avenue do you have your character yet?

(Sorry this is so short, I’ve been a bit busy with school and other stuff. I might add a bit more stuff to this, but I don’t know when. If I need to fix anything, just tell me)

Name: Gale Fernsby
Gender: male
Age: 22
Sexuality: asexual
Looks: he has long dark reddish brown hair that is usually tied in a ponytail or a braid and silver eyes. He usually has a straw hat with a large brim and a dark red cloak. He carries a large leather bag and a sword.
Personality: Gale is usually calm and quiet, and doesn’t like to talk much. He also prefers not to be in the spotlight.
Abilities: though he has a skill in fighting, he prefers to take up much calmer activities, like fishing and gardening.
Other:

you're good!! if everyone's got their character set up, is there anything else we need to do before we start?

I don't think so, except decide on whose gonna start us out?

hmm. is there anyone who would like to?

I believe that is all that we were waiting for

Hm…I could put a starting post up, may be a bit though

if you would like to, sure!

The Kingdom of Igreacan, many young adventurers seek out this grand Kingdom, searching for the Igreacan Adventurer's Guild. It is this very guild, that brought forth some of the greatest members into the world, some of these very members having once saved the lands from a darkness that once threatened their wellbeing. These members becoming great heroes in the eyes of the Guild's old and new members.

Course, that was long ago, quite long ago. Now the Heroes are only ever truly heard of in the ballads of Bards and the writings of scholars. Whether what is being sung or told is true or not, well, that is left for one's own interpretations.

However, there may be one, one who once led the greatest party of adventurers to defeat that creeping darkness, still lurking around the Kingdom. Finding him, however, is another thing…ah who the hell am I kidding. This particular adventurer, though having retired, is still occasionally seen about, spending his time in 'The Weeping Rakia', a tavern travelers, locals, and adventurers often find themselves in after spending their days toiling the day away with their work and quests.

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Upon entering the establishment, it was of course a spacious area, allowing tables, chairs, and the bar of course. Inside, there was the usual crowd of patrons, each sitting in their respectable places and corners.

Amongst these, towards a more drab and darkened corner, sat a particular individual. He probably wouldn't have stuck out so much, except the fact he had several features that made him stick out from the normal groups. Sure, there were other Dragonkin, albeit not many, but he stood out amongst them all.

Upon closer inspection, the armored male definitely has seen his fair share of battles. His armor stating the obvious, but even more noticeable, was the left side of his face when a brief moment of light passed across the shadows of his corner. The left eye was completely white, blind, a jagged scar running across his face. Then to even add more to the appearance, the left horn curving from that side of his head also appeared to be partially cracked from whatever had happened.

The male sat quietly in his chair, one leg crossing the other underneath the table. Against his side, his tail settled nicely, relaxed. He paused, taking a drink from a tankard of ale set in front of him on the table, then setting it down again. A forked tongue slipped out of his mouth, running across his upper lip. His good eye, a single, fiery orange orb moved back and forth, observing the patrons around. The pupil in his gaze was round, showing his relaxed state.

Moments like these, were nice to reflect back on the past at times. No interruptions from anyone or anything…or so he had thought…

Seemed today, for him, it would be an unfortunate turn of events. Well, least tis how he would certainly be seeing it at the start. Trying to educate young adventurers, especially when you just wanted to be left alone… just gonna be one hell of a long day…

The male's good eye narrowed as he noticed a rather small, furry like creature suddenly come scuttling through the open door, making its way towards him. The creature was short, a large hat upon its head, holes in the hat to allow for large ears to poke through, baggy clothes dressing its body. In appearance, it appeared almost rat-like, naked tail quickly trailing behind it as it made a beeline towards the draconic male.

His lips twitched, revealing sharp fangs. The male felt his chest vibrate as a low growl started to build in annoyance. The small creature walked right up to the Dragonkin, whom was quite clearly bristling now.

"This better be damn important Ghrobur…"

The strange creature, that barely stood as tall as the table, lifted up on its toes, setting a scroll before the dragonkin. With large blue eyes it looked upwards at him, tilting its head, using a clawed hand to flip the brim of its hat up to see him.

The rat-like thing gave a nod, quickly speaking, "Very important, Ghrobur would never seek out Dur if not important. Pointy ear guild lass need Dur for important stuff, not tell Ghrobur much, only deliver scroll to you. Now Ghrobur go and tell her, best not keep Pointy ear Guild Lass waiting."

Then with that, the creature turned and walked out of the tavern, leaving the Dragonkin behind.

As for the Dragonkin, his good eye shifted towards the scroll. The growl could still be slightly heard from his chest. He reached towards the paper, untying it and rolling it open. He scanned the letter, his growl of annoyance turning to a groan. Great, just great…guess no rest for even a retired adventurer…

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He made his way out of the tavern, tail trailing behind as he walked to the great Guild next door of the tavern. The tall Dragonkin opened the door, to instantly be greeted by a crowd of both old and new members of the guild. All appeared to be waiting for the daily quests to be posted, while jabbering amongst themselves.

As for himself, he made it a point to make a wide circle around the crowd, heading toward the front of the desks of the guild. His single, fiery orange eye scanned the area quickly, then seeing an Elven female behind. Ledea, no doubt she was the one that sent the rat Ghrobur for him. Sure enough she waved towards him, a smile gracing her features.

The male resisted the urge to show his fangs in return, instead settling on stalking over on the outskirts of the crowd and coming to stand before her. He glared at her, but despite the annoyed/aggressive stance, the elven female didn't seem the least swayed by it.

She kept her smile as she looked up at him, "Ah, good to see you made it Dur'kiir. How're you feeling?"

An annoyed snort came from the towering Dragonkin, "Was doing just fine downing a few tankards, then the rat showed up and ruined my day."
His growl returned, voice gruff, "You know I'm getting too old for this shit."

A sigh suddenly came from the elven woman. She paused, smoothing her shirt out along the front, then looking up towards the tall draconic male. Her eyes were sympathetic as she looked towards him, "Trust me Dur, I wouldn't have asked for you, but right now the Guild is running low on mentors. So many new adventurers have been appearing, and we just don't have as many mentors as we once had. Plus, considering your experience and past deeds, we still need you…"

Ledea, as was her name, voice remained soft, "You'll be consummated accordingly, I shall be sure to ask the Guild master to offer you more than normal for this."

Dur'kiir had slowly closed his eyes. His growl could still be barely heard, though it turned to a grunt to the female. Guess he couldn't blame her, she was only doing her job, her and the other Guild lasses. The male opened his eye again, glancing towards her.

"Eh, don't worry too much about it Ledea. Just send the kids my way, usual place, when they show up, alright?"

Then without another word, the dark Dragonkin pivoted on his heel and made his way once again towards a more secluded corner in the confines of the great Guild.

Evelyn was leaning against the building of the adventurers guild, seemingly waiting for someone. She checked her pocket watch. "10 minutes late. I guess I'm going in alone. Shouldn't have trusted him to come along anyhow." She took a breath, looked into her satchel, and pulled out her credentials from the Bards Guild. She had quit Barding just last week, tired of telling half lies. She wanted to sing her own stories instead of having things thrown at her, and getting the left overs after all of the banquets. She had been around the world twice, or so it seemed, and knew enough tid bits of every language to fit in as well. She figured she could at least get some better coinage and get somewhere then where she was stuck right now. And so. With a pep in her step and a song in her heart she walked in. She then headed over to Ledea. "Why hello there pretty miss. I'm an ex bard looking for a bit better treatment then what I've been getting. Got the papers an' everything to become a hero." She set them down, and tapped her fingers on the table. She was a little sad her brother couldn't join her but, she figured the life of a scholar was a busy one.

Igreacan. Aeolus had heard of the kingdom before, seen its name scribed upon maps and documents of all kinds, but never had the chance to visit — at least, until today. His work had kept him busy in his home of Darchester and it wasn't often that he ended up in a neighboring society, but these new contracts were something that had grabbed a unique kind of attention from him, and so he'd set off to Igreacan and left Iro, his second-in-command and significant other, in charge of the Brigade while he was away. Admittedly, Aeolus had little idea how much the neighbors knew about the Ash Brigade and its presence in Darchester, and so he intended to make a good first impression. It was a good way to help his organization expand, he'd decided, and make a name for itself unlike any other.

Having done some research on Igreacan prior to his arrival, Aeolus was aware of the Igreacan Adventurer's Guild and the reputation it carried. At this moment, he was making his way towards the Guild's establishment, dressed neatly in his usual robes and with his hair nicely tied, up in braids. Across his shoulder a satchel was slung, carrying important documents that he intended to present to the Guild in the hopes of gaining any sort of info about his marks - he deduced that a guild of adventurers, made up of Igreacan's people, would be more honest about the goings on here than the ruling body of the kingdom. They usually were.

Aeolus' eye drifted around, taking note of buildings that stood out to him and snickering to himself as he caught sight of the tavern, The Weeping Rakia, standing next to the Guild's headquarters. Made sense. Who didn't love a long night of drinking after an equally long day of adventure? He didn't; being drunk meant you lost your senses, and Aeolus much preferred to not be a blubbering, unbalanced mess. But to each their own, he supposed — he himself was guilty of indulging in a bit of wine every so often, but it was always with people he trusted, and never enough to get him intoxicated. He could hardly imagine losing oneself in a room with a group of strangers.

Aeolus opened the door to the Guild to be met with a large crowd — the Guild's members, he could only assume. What grabbed his attention was a lone elven woman standing away from the commotion, and from that he deduced that she played a more administrative role than the rest of them. Sitting at a nearby table, he noticed, was a youthful woman, spritely and with what he realized was a guitar on her person. He also caught sight of a large, battle-worn figure resting in the corner, his draconic features making him the subject of Aeolus' gaze for a tad longer than what might have been considered polite. Aeolus pursed his lips, admittedly uneased by the Dragonkin's presence, yet kept determined, approaching the elf with a raise of his hand to inquire her attention.

"Good day, miss," he greeted quietly, politely, with a small smile to accompany his words. "Would you be the leader of this establishment — and if not, could you direct me to who is?"

( oop are we waiting on rose again

( rad! and no, you had a really good paragraph!! most of what i wrote was exposition more than anything else lol, yours was very nice and to the point