Wither-hunt - The Fight for Mendahar

[Kvothe the Bloodless he/him]

Awesome, I'd love to be a hunter.

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Name: Nerevat Mirtam

Appearance: young, about 19 years old. 5'9", has brown hair not quite past his ears, green eyes. Wears a Mendahar uniform with a bow, quiver, and few torches strapped to his back. On his belt he holds a lighter but no gunpowder (no one trusts him to handle it correctly yet) as well as a long steel dagger.

Skills: Somewhat inexperienced, but specializes in bowmanship and dagger usage in close quarters combat. Has been trained in the art of Hunter torches, but is inexperienced in using the torches in combat

Details/History: Nerevat Mirtam was born to a large family who lived on a small farm. He spent most of his childhood and early teen years doing farm chores, hunting, and going into the village for festivals, markets, etc. He became very skilled with the bow from hunting deer and rabbit in the forests around the farm. Less than a year ago, his family was attacked and killed by Withergeists, leaving Nerevat as the sole survivor. Vowing to avenge his family, Nerevat enlisted with the Withergeist Hunters' Militia a few months ago. In those months, he has been trained in many weapons, but prefers using a bow and a dagger when he needs to. He was also trained in using Hunter torches and is of average skill. Nerevat is still the "new guy" and is yet to prove himself to the team.

Personality: Surprisingly optimistic all of the time, and despite the hardships he has faced, he is still fairly innocent. Can be embarrassed very easily but isn't afraid to stick up for himself.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Noice! I like. I put Nerevat as Ilektchi's partner (the captain's taking it upon himself to train up the newbie)

[Kvothe the Bloodless he/him]

Aye aye captain

[Frustration]

6 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

@Kvothe the Bloodless @Mystic Syn @Frustration (< I summon this one against their will)

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I'll look into it but you're going to have to wait at least until next Thursday before I can add another RP.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Fair enough. Works for me

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Ignore the double post

Here's an art. It's... okay. ish. But it has the uniform and gear and such, soooooooo

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Hrm... a bit of the text is cut off

"Torches - Long-lasting, bright-burning, and very effective. Packs include replaceable heads."

 

Edited May 3, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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Someone will also need to play king Thadel... I suppose I can do that. 

Also, for those of you who don't follow my art blog, here's Nyx when she's older.

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

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I think I shall be the Corrupted- those who have bonded with Withergeists and gained some measure of dark power.

 

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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Are you also going to do king Jahrdor or...?

 

[Emery the Steelrunner he/him]

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What is a withergeist?

 

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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Little lizard-looking spirits of destruction, about the size of a squirrel. 

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

On 5/3/2022 at 4:33 PM, Zephrun's Imperium said:

Are you also going to do king Jahrdor or...?

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Sure. I'll need a plan first, though.

 

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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I'll DM you on discord

 

[Emery the Steelrunner he/him]

Can I join with this character?

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Name: Elias Chemiker 

Appearance: An average height man in his late twenties. He has dark drown hair and eyes. He has burn scars all over his arms. He often wears thick leather gloves that extends to two inches below the elbow. He wears an average suit and white shirt. It isn’t very fancy, but it isn’t low quality. When at work he wears large goggles with magnifying lens attachments. He will take off his suit, and roll up the sleeves of his white shirt. He will also wear a thick leather apron.

Skills/occupation: He is a chemist that specializes in explosives, poisons, and corrosives. He works for the royal family, and is loyal to the crown (mostly because they let him do fun experiments). He is also a decent engineer. If he were to fight, he would set traps and armaments rather than use a sword or bow.

 History: He was born a peasant, but he showed a knack for alchemy, so the king payed for his education and is now his patron. He is completely loyal to the crown. He is their resident alchemist/apothecary. He is indebted to the crown for raising his family out of poverty, and giving them a very minor title. Due to the nature of his experiments; his lab is inside the castle walls, but it is in the very corner, and there is a perimeter of empty rooms surrounding it. He also has a small greenhouse in the garden which is sealed off because it grows poisonous and corrosive plants. He supplies the poisons for the King’s assassins.

Personality: He acts tough, and scary; but if you befriend him, he is a good person. He can be very sarcastic at times. He is a bit antisocial, and will say things that are in poor taste to get people to leave him alone, but is very affable to his friends. “The answer to any problem is a decent explosive or poison.”-Chemiker 1429, he was overheard saying this to Lady Gwyneth, when she asked him how to stop children from ruining her rose bushes.

 

Edited May 5, 2022 by Emery the Steelrunner

[Channelknight Fadran]

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That might be pushing the time period a little... but, then again, so did the Withergeist Hunters. I guess it's not my decision, though

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

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Perhaps I can get the ball rolling.

Daeron Nihadar observed the withergeist carefully as its face began to melt. One could never be too careful, when dealing with these sorts of beings. They may not have had much when it came to intelligence, but they understood death as well as any animal and took it about half as well. Daeron was fairly confident this one didn't have any powers of significance- hence why he was deconstructing it - but he'd been wrong before.

The dying withergeist twitched slightly. Daeron instinctively tightened his grip on his staff, increasing his mental pressure, but the withergeist made no further moves. Within moments, its form had dissolved completely, leaving behind only a dirty grey sludge. Shadow Essence. Daeron nodded with satisfaction, carefully lifting the remnants from the table and floating it over to a pot filled with the stuff. Daeron allowed himself a brief moment of longing, then turned to the next withergeist the Snatchers had brought in. Another emotional manipulator. He sighed. He detested working with these sorts of withergeists; they never behaved like they were supposed to. Getting what he wanted out of one of these would likely be the work of an hour at least, filled with failures and frustration. He would have scrapped them all for Essence if they hadn't been so useful. 

Before he could start his work, however, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Daeron frowned, reaching out with the staff to identify which of the Corrupted dared disturb him in his work. He quickly identified the interloper as Nezrin Pyx. A senior Corrupted- one of the Snatchers. If he was interrupting, it was probably for a good reason. Daeron stood up and opened the door.

Nezrin immediately bowed. "Lord Nihadar. Void bless you. My party, we were investigating the contents of an abandoned library and... we found something."

He raised his hands above his head, offering up their contents to Daeron. A scroll, yellowed with age, barely strong enough to hold together. Daeron took it, curious, and carefully unrolled it. As he read, his eyebrows furrowed, then raised, then stretched upwards.

"Is this legitimate?" he murmured.

"Much of the information it contains we have confirmed prior," Nezrin replied. "It stands to reason the rest would be accurate as well."

 

Daeron fell silent. This scroll... if he could make what was described within it reality, no longer would he have to scrounge for scraps of power. Instead, he would feast. As his eyes fell on a box on the lower left corner of the sheet, however, his eyes narrowed. Was that a power requirement? It seemed to be a rather large number. As he ran some calculations in his head, his heart sank. Even with all the withergeists and Corrupted at his fingertips combined, he didn't have even a tenth of the amount written. 

"Thank you, Nezrin," he replied. "You may return to your duties."

As the man took one last bow and departed, Daeron sank back into his chair to think. He needed to perform this ritual. Abandoning this opportunity was simply unthinkable. That left only one question: how in the name of the Void was he going to get enough Shadow Essence to power it all?

His eyes scanned his worktable, covered in the debris of countless experiments. And, as he did so, an idea began to form...

Darkness breeds darkness, he thought.

It was time to come out of the shadows.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

At fifteen years of age, Nyx Thadel was a scrawny klutz with hair like a pile of dust bunnies. She worked in a small bar on the west road to Mendahar as the one who cleaned up the messes no one else would touch. Despite living in the castle not a decade ago, she’d gotten quite used to the sight of blood, vomit, piss, and other bodily excrement. She’d seen and heard it all. It wasn’t worth the pittance she got as a wage - nor the frequent beatings and harsh verbal abuse - and she couldn’t even do much with the money she received, but in many ways, she was more welcome here than she had ever been at home. The outright hatred was better than the cold stares of parents who should have been loving, the overheard comments and conversations that wished her dead. Still, Nyx was a princess and held her royalty in her heart. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

The withergeists have been active as of late. Reports of attacks come in every day now, and the hunters are struggling to keep up.

One group in particular has taken on a job not too far from the capital...

@Channelknight Fadran

[Channelknight Fadran]

Captain Poliar - but just "Letch, sir" to his men - slung his coat across one shoulder, slipping a lighter into his pocket. The belt of powder ran across his waist, and a pair of torches hung from the pack lying at his feet. The fabric of it all was sharp red across brown and black, with grey trims here and there... not unlike the demons that they were always hunting.

The best of the best, he reminded himself. The beacon of hope to all Mendahar.

Ilektchi pushed the buttons through the collar, pulled the pack onto his shoulders, and cracked his knuckles.

"Let's beat these kids into shape," he muttered.

Clasping the pack's crosstrap across his chest, Ilektchi Poliar stepped out into the light to confront his solders.

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@Kvothe the Bloodless - Nerevat Mirtram

@xinoehp512 - Would you overly mind joining the corps? It looks like you're already juggling a bunch of characters already, so if you don't then that's fine.

@Mystic Syn - Have you left your pit of loneliness yet?

@Emery the Steelrunner - Did you want to have your character join the Withergeist Hunters?

(Edit: looked over your character and realized that no, probably not). You'd still get the notif if I deleted the summons though, so imma just leave it there anyways)

@Zephrun's Imperium - You're a person who'll be here often. Wanna learn how to write action scenes?

 

Edited May 8, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran

[Emery the Steelrunner he/him]

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@Channelknight Fadran, I don’t think that he would directly join the hunters, but we would definitely work with them, as he makes gunpowder and traps.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Sounds good to me!

 

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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Sure?? I guess???

It was closing time; around 3:30 in the morning, when things started to wind down for the night. Nyx piled mostly-empty cups of liquor onto a platter, wiping up spills as she went from table to table. 

As she walked to the kitchens to drop off the dishes, Nyx tripped. 

It was a grandiose fall, the sort of fall where every which limb goes every which way and the stupid skirt that was tripped over gets a big old rip in it. The sort of fall where, for a moment, everything seems to be in slow motion, but then the cups you were trying to be ever so careful with just SHATTER against the floor and you know - lying on the wooden planks, left over food splattered on your face and carefully styled hair - that someone is about to be very, very angry with your sorry self. 

She whimpered. 

The manager was upon her in seconds, dragging her by the hair into his office where he pressed her up against the wall. Before she could even start pleading, he had decked her across the face and she was curled up into a ball, pleading for him to stop. "It's only a co-couple cu-cups!" she tried, but that only made the man more angry. 

"Now, listen here you little twit. Those cups you broke were cursed expensive and if you think I'm going to let you keep working here after that stunt, you're insane. OH WAIT. You already are!" She was slapped. "Nyx Thadel, my ass, you're no princess. Maybe the princess of filth, I guess."

"I-I-I-I am too a princess, my daddy's the king, he is!"

Stars, why couldn't she just keep her mouth closed?

"Well, your daddy," said the manager, "won't be saving you from this."

Nyx covered her head and the tall man raised his hands to pummel her.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Then gimme a soldier character

(Please. I don't have enough for a full crew yet)

 

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

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I’ll play a new recruit named Avi. Just Avi.

also, Xino, I’m thinking Jahr can show up here

@xinoehp512

Nyx awoke hours later in the pig sty, her whole body aching. She hardly remembered the beating she’d suffered, but it had been bad; worse than any that had come before it. It had been less about the broken cups, and more about the managers hatred for poor old Nyx. He’d been looking for an excuse to fire her for months now, and now he had one. 

A fat, hairy pig sniffed at Nyx’s hair, wetting her frizzy locks with snot. “He-hey!” she said, glaring and pushing the animal away. “Out-out-out!” She tried to stand up, but immediately fell back down to the earth, splattering more mud on her already soiled dress, the world spinning beneath her feet from standing too quickly. Nyx hummed distastefully. She was an utter mess; blood all over her face, a broken nose, hair pointing out in all directions, a black eye so swollen she couldn’t see out of it, and a torn skirt exposing her undergarments. 

Edited May 9, 2022 by Zephrun's Imperium

[Mystic Syn she/her]

3 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

@Mystic Syn - Have you left your pit of loneliness yet?

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*me, who just came back from prom without a date*

Uhhhh