Thursday, February 27, 2014

Tribe 8: Evangeline


[This is my character for +Wil Hutton Tribe 8 Fate hack game.  I am trying to recreate the character as best I can from what I remember.  Evangeline was a troubled soul.  In this incarnation I made her a bit better to deal with people and the world.  She hates the Sangis z'bri that held her, but at the same time she longs to wear the collar again.  I tried to remember everything about her, but that crazy stroke in '07 did its job.  Here she is Wil.]

Evangeline
Tribe: Magdalen
Fallen Outlook: Jacker

Appearance: almost thirty years old, a hundred seventy centimeter tall and fifty-seven kilograms.  Black hair streaked with white and blue eyes.  Her skin is flawless besides the scars around her neck, wrists and ankles that look as though they bare z'bri marks.  She keeps covered from head to toe because of them and will not stand mirrors.  She is blessed by Magdalen however and besides the scars, is incredibly beautiful though she doesn't see that anymore.

High concept: Ex-Magdaline Warrior Woman
Banishment/Trouble: Mother of Monsters.  Once a high valued whore, Evageline beautiful and bit vain.  Her beauty was carried far and wide and while she was travelling via caravan, they were attacked by agents of a z’bri overlord of House Sangis.  Almost all in her caravan were killed and she was taken alive to be paraded as a prize before him.  For five years, Evangeline as she was tortured and abused by the lust filled z’bri of House Sangis in the most horrible way possible.  But worst of all, she gave birth to monsters.  Some were mindless beast but others were intelligent.  She tried to escape, flee from her horrid imprisonment.  One day, after giving birth she was left alone.  She appeared to be vacant, her body healing itself while she laid there.  Quietly, she left and fled only to be branded and banished by her fellow Magdalites.  Her body may have been blessed by Magdalen herself to heal the external scars so she would remain ever beautiful, she still possessed five sets of scars around her wrists, ankles and neck.  Horrid little scars that looked like they were carved in z’bri script.  Inside however, she was a broken and weepy mess…

Aspects: From Pain Comes Pleasure and Hero to the Forgotten People.  Evangeline lived on the scraps of Vimary.  She was lost, alone.  Part of her wanted to go back and lose herself to the z’bri.  Another part inflicted pain on herself whenever she felt that way.  She would not go back.  She would not go back.  She would not go back, she muttered in the night.  For almost a year she lived as she were a squat until she came upon a caravan being attacked like all those years before.  She took her rusty knife and charged.  She was like Joan the Warrior or Joshua the Ravager.  When it was all over she awoke to find herself bathed and clean.  She knew where she was and cried, for the first time in years since she was taken.   She tried to crawl out of the tent she was in for she was banished but a soft voice called her.  Zoe became to Evagenline like a confessor to listen to her, a dominatrix when she needed one to keep the z’bri at bay, a lover when she needed a softness but most of all, she was a friend.  Evageline knew that they could meet normally, but took to Zoe like a drowning woman whenever she could.  Zoe told her, almost like a benediction to seek out those hurt and weak in the wilds around Vimary.  That she was their champion in the darker days to come.  Evangline became a warrior saving those who could not stand for themselves.  She became a ranger at the behest of Zoe.  She soon became a hero to the forgotten people and soon she wasn't the broken girl but an avenging angel.  [Zoe does love Evangeline but her banishment makes a normal relationship impossible.  She is Magdalen and sees Evangeline when she can.  Zoe find it strange that even though she was banished, she is still blessed by Magdalen as all wounds heal without scar save her five scars.  Zoe feels that is because her banishment was hasty and ill-conceived.  Because Zoe cannot be with her, she told Evangeline to go out and save other people as she herself was saved by Evangeline.  Zoe gave her a purpose and Evangeline takes advantage of it.]

Aspect: [left to be filled in by another player]

Eminences: Sensuality, Vengeance 

Skills
+3 Fight, Will
+2 Empathy, Shoot, Survival, Synthesis
+1 Contacts, Dreaming, Fitness, Provoke, Resources, Stealth

Gear: leather armor, long bow, 20 arrows, short sword, hand axe, dagger, cloak, rope




Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale Chapter 2.11



The people did not believe that the Princess of North Realm was there talking to them.  It was something that Rin told her to do.  Take the power from the organizers and talk to the people directly.  Rin glanced over her shoulder and could see that Rikkard was furious.  Sofia grabbed him by the arm to prevent him from following the two girls.  She just shook her head and while she caught Rin’s eye and mouthed the word, touché.  Rin smiled and took off her cloak and gave it to a young boy who did not have one.  She smiled as she took her scribe kit out and followed Itami and started to take notes.

Food was a big part of the people’s complaints, which kind of surprised Rin.  However, she was part of the ruling class, so food was never that much of a concern.  There was very little arable land for farming among the hard scrabble lands of the Maarke and the people were complaining about the high prices for a single loaf of bread or a haunch of cudder.  The bread was made with a flour that has a mix of soy in it as well as a native grain.  Eave maybe a planet that provides much but for certain amino acids that a human need to survive.  The Maarke had fish and the bounty of the sea to live on but for this simple fact that the needed the fortified bread that the flour from the Barony of Leavestonne made.

“I never knew,” Itami whispered to Rin.  “Doesn’t House danAven handle most of the contracts to the Maarke?”  Rin nodded her head.  House danRahn ran the Barony of Leavetonne and it was the breadbasket of the Realm.  House danAven controlled much of the shipping by airship.  The Barony of Leavestonne was on the other side of the continent but still, they have not heard of any deficit in this springs planting to allow for this shortage in the market.

[Give Sir Hanar a codename in the last part of the chapter.]
“Copper,” she heard Sir Hanar call for her over the secure line.  “Check your six.  We have got four targets moving towards Silver’s location.  We have got confirmation that short one without adornments on his cloak is part of an anarchist cell.”  Rin casually turned to her right as if to answer a question and saw them from the corner of her eye.

“Copy,” she whispered into her throat mike.  She moved a bit closer Itami and said a single word: mikka.  Mikkas were the small, swift animals that the eladrin rode, akin to deer.  Skittish animals, they used the word mikka, to denote trouble and that Itami should be ready to run should it arise.  Itami missed a step and swallowed hard.

“Is it too late to change my mind?” she joked.

Rin excused Itami from the crowd for a moment and fixed Itami’s cloak.  She could get a better look at the people that were stalking them.  “Sorry love,” Rin said smiling.  “Should it come to it, just like the way we practiced.”  Itami nodded her head and Rin sent her back to the crowd of people to talk to them.  Rin only kept sloppy notes as her attention was mainly focused on the four.  She could see that there were three men and a woman creeping up on them from multiple points.  Rin cursed herself in letting them get so far out into the square in the middle of this crowd.

“Hammer.  How soon can you join Silver?” She asked in a whisper while guiding Itami over to the side of the plaza.

“I could be there is a manner of seconds.  Faster if you don’t mind me landing on a couple of civilians.”  Rin groaned and thought the joke was in poor taste.  “I could be there faster if you moved more to the side or gave me a place to land.”

Rin spotted a fountain and maneuvered the Princess over to it.  It measured some three meters in diameter and had an elfin like creature pouring out the water from a vase.  “Make a speech,” Rin said as she helped Itami up to stand on the broad fountain.  The princess looked confused.  “We need some time Your Highness.”

She nodded as the people came up to fountain to hear what the princess had to say.  “I can see why you are all here” she said boldly with her Princess voice.  “You can be sure that I hear you all.  Some of you may want democracy,” she said as she looked over to the stand on which the organizers where standing on.  Someone in the crowd cried, aye.  “But most of you just want a decent price on food.  I do not know why food is so expensive, but I along with Lady Rin promise to get to the bottom of it and bring food to you all at a fair and decent price.”

“Why don’t we just take the land we need from the eladrin,” Rikkard called out from the stand on which he was on.  “They possess over ninety percent of the land while we have to scrabble about the rocks and precipices.”  Several consenting voices rose up to agree with him.

“We scrabble over the rocks and precipices because we have too.  We cannot go against our allies, the eladrin.  We do not want to go against them for we do not want to end in perpetual war like the Empire of Tulath is in.”

All the while they were talking Rin was watching the short man.  He was about a hundred seventy centimeters tall, had long black hair and a scar that split is right brow in two.  He was intent on staring at something behind the Princess which confused Rin.  Then he was a blur of motion as he drew his blade and a pistol in both hands.  Rin twisted her back and tried to bring the princess down.  Behind her, Rin could see a second gunman and she cursed herself for her hubris. 


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale Chapter 2.10

Rin/Minerva Fox
Itami nodded.  “Yes mother,” she said sarcastically.  “I swear, you are just like her.”  This kind of hurt Rin a bit.  She was barely nineteen.  She thought about her schooling and while she was intelligent she missed out on a lot of what it was like to be a kid.  She was crushed but hid it well.

“Not everyone will have your best interest at heart, dear.  We are just being careful.”  Rin smiled and cupped a hand over a beaming Sofia’s.

*

Sir Hanar did not like it one bit.  Rin wasn’t sure if it was because the knight disliked the Davic boy or not.  Captain Vaughn absolutely hated the idea.  “You want to send the Princess into a den of ravids… on such short notice?”  He did not like the demonstrators, hated them in fact.  He liked them to a pack of wolf-like ravids that have come to live on the edges of society.  But, there was little he could do to stop the Princess to see the world as it is.  It was on the great advantages of North Realm’s fosterage program.  Rin being a handmaiden to the Princess was, by her very nature a Knight of the Order of the Rose.  She had additional duties however, as prescribed by Akane, the Queen of the North Realm herself.  Rin was charged by Her Majesty to act as her guardian.  It was something that Itami railed against, but when she could not sneak out without Rin knowing about it, she gave in.

[Change: Akane also knows she is of the Order of the Thorn, so three people officially knows.]

There was another reason for Rin to agree to the dangerous, unknown meeting.  She could gage the participants with greater means than the grainy photos and unknown witnesses giving verification.  She had given the order for Vaughn to double the guard and have three of them undercover in the crowds.  Rin had an eidetic memory, so she memorized the faces of all of the uncover operatives and all known key players of the pro-democracy movement.  It was risky, but Rin was sure she could protect Her Highness.

*

It was coming late into the day when the sun threatened to sink below the horizon.  Crowds of people already were forming amid the guardsmen that stayed on the periphery of the square.  The air was cold and thick that night while the prospect of rain loomed.  All ready fog was forming off the Morning Sea and was inching its way to shore to creep up the escarpment.

“There a lot more people than I thought were going to be here,” Itami whispered to Rin as they walked up to the plaza.  They wore cloaks of sea gray, the same as many other people wore on this night growing dark.  They were the same, save for Itami’s had a simple brocade of knotwork on its edge.  Their hoods where up and at Rin’s insistence they did not were skirts, but long pants and good boots, just in case they had to flee. 

Rin held onto Itami’s hand tighter.  “It is never too late to change your mind.”  Rin smiled from under her hood. 

Itami just shook her head.  “No.  I said that I will attend and I will not start any sort of political career by showing that I am weak.  Anyway, they may have something that can benefit the nation,” she said softly.  “I am interested in what they have to say so, like what you say, I should always try what is put before me.”

Rin’s smile grew bigger as she became more and more attuned to the crowds that were coming.  She pulled her attention away from Itami and scanned the crowd that they were swimming though.  It was mainly filled with young students talking in small groups or standing before preaching demagogues.  Her eyes scanning in every demagogue and rabble-rouser she could see to keep in her memory.  She glanced over her shoulder and could see one of the undercover men following them a discreet business away.  They came upon a makeshift stage that looked to Rin like a gallows.  Strung above the stage where signs saying “Democracy Now!” and “Equality, Opportunity, Freedom.”  It did not make sense to Rin.  What were the people really rebelling against?  The people have freedom.  The opportunity and equality goes to those who deserve it.  Nothing is handed to these people as they had to work for it.  The nobility had to work for it in their actions and deeds.  The common people had to work for it in doing the best job that they can do.

“Ready,” Rin whispered to the girl.  She nodded as she walked up to step of the stage.  “Are you ready Sir Hanar?” she whispered into her mike at her collar.  She head the two clicks he gave in acknowledgement.  Rin followed Itami and could see the crowds of people.  There were at least a thousand people there.

“Hello Lady Rin,” she heard a musical voice say from under a hood of a cloak.  A length of blonde hair tumbled out of the hood and she knew that it was Sofia Hess.  When Rin got to the top, Sofia held her by the shoulders and kissed both cheeks under her own hood.  “I am so glad that you have come,” she smiled and turned to face the others on the stage.  “Or I should say WE are happy that Her Highness has come to talk to us.”  She could see the three others beside the Princess, Sofia and Rin.

“It does not look like a simple talk,” Rin said as she passed by Sofia to stand by Itami.  Her hand though trailed behind her and down the tall woman’s arm to her hand.  Sofia smiled causing Rin to blush as she shook off her embarrassment.  “It looks like an ambush to me.”

“Nonsense,” she could see Rikkard Davic say.  “This is a peaceful demonstration, isn’t it?” he yelled over the crowd.  The crowd laughed and a few cheered.  “After all, Her Highness wanted to see a peaceful demonstration for a while.  We have just obliged her.”

Itami looked around and swallowed hard.  She stepped forward and removed her hood.  Everyone could see her copper colored hair and firm demeanor.  Rin could not help but to smile.  It took guts to stand before a crowd of people and she did not flinch.  “Greetings all,” she began.  “I am Itami danAndahar, the Royal Scion of House danAndahar and heir apparent to the Throne of North Realm.”  The crowd was awed and some of them removed their hoods and others bowed their heads.  Others, Rin noticed, talked amongst themselves and she concentrated fully on them, quietly whispering to the guardsman her fears and concerns.  Some cheered but most of the people grumbled.  “I have come in good faith to observe your demonstration and talk to you, the people to learn of your concerns and troubles.  It is my hope that in better understanding the problems, we can come up with a solution to what is ailing you all.”  The leaders of this demonstration where taken aback as Rin followed Itami off the stage to go among the people. 




Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Rynyn Chronicles: We are Under Threat...

Rynyn in her Rapier class mecha-suit.
Shimmering_Sword/deviantArt

[This is part of the Rynyn Chronicles that have spanned for nearly every day for the last five years.  This is the start of chapter six or seven.  Hehe, I forgot which.]

“We are under threat,” Wan’chett began.  It took several more days before the member states could make it here to ruins of Los Angeles.  The streaming and glittering towers of the Cross ships makes for a nice change when put next to the ruins of the two singularity attacks.  You still can’t get over what the crystalline structure is made of, but if you could get samples to your materials lab, it would be marvelous.  The Psiguard are in force, providing security for the entire conference.

“We are under threat that is coming.  Over two-thousand years ago, the war between the Xioi and us, what you call the Cross, it was a war that we were losing.”  People are muttering all over.  It looks like the United Nations in here.  There are ambassadors form all the member states and Japan who is the only nation not to join.  There are also leaders of the most powerful companies on the planet, especially the one that provide defense contracts.  Lucy is sitting with a contingent of Sword industries vice-presidents.  You are sitting with Masamune Forge, including a member of your team.  There are high-ranking members the military here from all ranks.  Chambers is there looking surly as ever but Helen is also there, it looks like she is sitting at attention, her eyes just looking over the crowd.  “No,” his translator box boomed.  “It is a war we have lost.  For millennia my people have been cast adrift in the cosmos.  Sometimes being chased by the Xioi and their Ilick commanders.”

Above him, rendered in perfect, holographic form is a hideous shape of an Ilick, hunched over.  It looks short, but that was an illusion.  If it were to stand straight, it would be over two-hundred-fifty centimeters tall.  Its head looks like an octopus with too many tentacles coming out from underneath it.  Four tentacles came the mass, longer than the others.  It had two pale white eyes, with long, claw like fingers on long, spindly arms.  “This my dear friends is an Ilick.  A creature born of nightmares, fully enslaved to the Xioi for over five millennia.”

He paused for a moment too let the image sink in.  “This… this is a Xioi,” Wan’chett said and the holographic representation grew to over a hundred meters in length, filling the entire space above “Wan’chett.  If looked like a dark, sickly squid with a hundred of smaller tentacles that surrounded the main tentacles which extended for several hundred meters.  “This giant monstrosity is but a young specimen.  It lives in space but can enter the atmosphere to ravage cities.  It has parasites that we call Xioi-cral that live in the mass of tentacles.  Small, about the size of what you call cat, they are ravenous creatures that if attach themselves a host creature will control them until they die when all the blood is consumed.  There mental powers are great.  Greater than the girl psychics that you have created using the imperfect genetic science and genes that you have harvested from our people found on Mars.  Greater than the combined might of the High Triumvirate of the Cross.  More powerful than Rynyn, the greatest girl psychic that you have ever produced, who ended your civil war eleven years ago.  Greater than I, the lone survivor of the ancient Cross bloodlines, the most powerful of the Cross that remain.”  The great room was silent, the people are all to stunned to say anything staring at the Lovecraftian horror that hovers above them.

His translator box squawked back to life.  “Your people are clever.  You have created a tentative peace between all of your people when faced with a threat.  You have created great works of science and are taking steps to explore your solar system.  You are clever, but not clever enough.  I have seen countless, clever races who stood before the might of the Xioi and they have all have failed.  We can’t leave this planet now to the Xioi, because while they are mighty and powerful they do have a weakness.  Hubris.  They have devoured countless worlds but they are prideful, thinking that none can stand before them.” 

He turns to face a senator form European Union.  “I know what you are thinking Senator Haasfeldon.  You think that you can ask us to leave and the Xioi will pass you by, but they will not.  Your people have created psychics and therefore you have placed yourself on, how do you say, radar?  You have created psychic ripples in the fabric of the universe and they will come and enslave you, for no one has ever created psychics before.  That is the reason my people came to your planet.  Humanity is infinitely malleable, allowing you to create psychics because you were able to use our genes in your own genetic makeups.  Now if you take a look at the packet that you have received in your e-readers…”

The huge squid-like creature that is the Xioi seemed to derezz for a second.  Almost everyone failed to notice it, but you and Becky did.  Helen who is sitting across the room from you stands up.  “FOOLS ALL,” the huge Xioi said menacingly, it voice dripping with venom and vile.  “DO YOU THINK THAT YOU, OF ALL INSIGNIFICANT CREATURES IN THE COSMOS CAN STOP US?  AN EXAMPLE OF OUR POWER WE SHALL SHOW YOU AS WE CAN CONTROL THE SIMPLE MINDED ONES AMONG YOU ALL.” 


The Psiguard, the people who had the bud of psychic potential within them began to scream all in unison.  Instantly, the Cross guard of the warrior caste surrounded Wan’chett, their heavy weapons and blades at the ready as the first of the Psiguard began to fire into the unarmed crowds of delegates...


Saturday, February 15, 2014

Orccon 2014 Video



Here is the video for the local Orccon 2014.  Sorry if you couldn't have made it!  See ya Memorial Day Weekend for Gamex.  Strategicon is the parent organization for Orccon, Gamex and Gateway cons.


If you showed up at the con, where were you!  hehe


Friday, February 14, 2014

Halleck Uldred



Halleck Uldred (Wyrmslayer)
Human Paladin 1             
Holy Constable of St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel
Black hair, blue eyes, 23 years old

Str 17 (+3), Dex 11, Con 13 (+1), Int 11, Wis 15 (+2), Cha 16 (+3)
HP (1d10+1) 11
AC 18 (chainmail and shield)

Proficiencies +1
- Athletics, Insight, Intimidation, religion
-Healing kit
-Mounts (Land)
-Simple and martial weapons
-All armor and shields
-Saving throws:  Constitution and charisma
Languages:  Common, Celestial and Dwarvish

Trait – Holy Arm of the Law
 You belong to a specific temple dedicated to St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel. You have a residence there, and you can perform religious ceremonies and offer sermons drawn from the sacred teachings of your faith. While near your temple, you can call upon acolytes and fellow priests for assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you remain in good standing with your temple. Additionally, when you are in a location that has a temple, shrine, or other presence of your faith, you can expect to receive free healing, care, and religious services for yourself and your adventuring companions from others aligned with your faith.

Class Features:
Divine Sense
As an action, you open your awareness to the divine. Until the end of your next turn, you know the location of any celestial, fiend, or undead creature within 50 feet of you, regardless of any intervening obstacles. Within the same radius, you also detect the presence of any place or object that has been consecrated or desecrated.
Lay on Hands
Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level times 5. As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore any number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining in your pool. Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one. This feature has no effect on an undead creature or a construct.

Gear: Chain mail, heavy shield, WarHammer, 4 javelins, adventurer’s kit, Holy symbol, flask of holy water, two sets of manacles, key to manacles, priestly vestments
28 gp, 9 sp, and 8 cp

Story
After inadvertently opening and then after a wild adventure closing a portal to the Lower Planes of hell to Flaness, Wyrmslayer and his group of adventurers where given a hero’s celebration. During the festivities, he and Erde, the daughter of Piter Uldred the Chief Constable of Critwall, ducked into a side room for a romantic liaison. They were both caught shortly after the act was consummated, but Wyrmslayer made one of his famous daring escapes.

Nine months later, Erde gave birth to a son, Hallack. She gave custody of Halleck to her father, shaved her head and became a nun in service to St. Cuthbert. Piter always told Halleck the truth of his birth and raised him like a son. It became very apparent as he got older that St. Cuthbert had chosen Hallack to one his champion’s. He is strong, wise, a forceful personality and an unerring devotion to the law. He quickly made his way through the constable training academy and became a proud lawman of the city of Critwall. However, his service to the law and blindness to the political intricacies have made him some enemies in the city. After several incidents where excessive force may or may not have used, Halleck has been given (ordered) leave to journey to the grave of his misbegotten father. He has been in correspondence with another of Wyrmslayer’s bastard son in a town a day’s travel from Critwall who is also going to visit the grave. Halleck will have time to reevaluate his place in the world and where the will of the Lawmaster will take him.

Notes:

Custom Background: Constable of St. Cuthbert
You have pledged your life to serve St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel. You act as an intermediary between your chosen power and the mortal world, conducting sacred rites, offering sacrifices, and expounding the teachings of your faith to those you meet.
Custom Trait: Holy Arm of the Law
You belong to a specific temple dedicated to St. Cuthbert of the Cudgel. You have a residence there, and you can perform religious ceremonies and offer sermons drawn from the sacred teachings of your faith. While near your temple, you can call upon acolytes and fellow priests for assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you remain in good standing with your temple. Additionally, when you are in a location that has a temple, shrine, or other presence of your faith, you can expect to receive free healing, care, and religious services for yourself and your adventuring companions from others aligned with your faith.

Proficiencies
Skills:  Insight, Intimidation, Religion
Tools: Healer’s kit
Languages: Two of your choice
Equipment: Holy symbol, flask of holy water, two sets of manacles, key to manacles, priestly vestments
3 gp, 9 sp, and 8 cp


Three down, three to go.


Thursday, February 13, 2014

Orccon 2014


I am going to Orccon 2014 tomorrow.  It is part of the Strategicon part of game cons that they are doing.  So if you are going I hope to see you there.

Be sure to view my YouTube site as it has many of my con videos listed under Dark Forest/+10 to Awesome playlist.

Because of my move, I have misplaced my panda hat! >sad panda<  So you will have to hunt me down.  I will be in miniatures though.  Hope to see you there!




Monday, February 10, 2014

Myrmidons


[This is North Realms answer to the Tulathian Elite Spartans.  Not as numerous by far but they are match for match equal the the best that Tulath has to offer.  I am looking for an idea on the Myrmidon Training.  It copies the Tulathian training and I am looking for something different.  Any ideas?  This is subject to change!]

The Myrmidons are the elite of North Realms defenders.  There are only 129 of them because in the entire Realm there are only 129 Broadsword Mecha Suits left in workable condition.  Each Myrmidon is given one of these ancient warmachines and it is a serious point of pride to North Realm.  Each Myrmidon also has a support team of an engineer to maintain the suit along with two mechanics, a medic, a security team of five trained soldiers and their own small airship with a crew of six.  They are sent either singly or as a fire team of five.  A single Myrmidon is a sight to behold and to have one show up is enough to have everyone stop.  They are headquartered in Danaan Tir and have base in each Barony.  They train constantly and maintain a level of readiness for any situation.  Each Barony has a fire team of Myrmidons except for the Baronies of Crosstaal and Leavestonne, they have two.  There are five in perpetual patrol around the Kingdom.

There are about five-hundred additional soldiers culled from all branches of the militaries.  These Myrmidons-in-training train very hard and should a Myrmidon die or retire, a new one is selected.  Each Myrmidon goes through some serious training, akin the modern day Rangers or SEALs.  They are trained to fight armored and unarmored with all manner of weaponry.  This is similar to the Tulathian Spartan Training that the Spartan-blooded get in Tulath.  Needless to say, the selection is fierce and the competition is killer.

Spartan Blooded as well as those Spartan Related are typically chosen for duty as Myrmidons.  But size and strength alone are not the only reasons a person is chosen.  It also comes down to brains.  Needless to say, almost a hundred Myrmidons are Spartan Blooded or Related.

Extra: Myrmidon Training
Permission: Must be Danaan, must be willing to serve in the Danaan military as one of the 129.
Costs: Skills
Myrmidon Training extra is a skill that encompasses all manner of weaponry and hand to hand combat.  A Myrmidon may use this skill in place of any combat skill they would use, from Fight or Shoot.  They may also use it in place of any tactics role that they can make to gain some sort of tactical advantage due to their schooling.
[Possible change]





Saturday, February 8, 2014

Rin as done by Minerva



I have artwork!  I feel all important now!

Rin as done by +Minerva Fox.  You can see more of her work on her deviantART site.  And Min... I have more ideas!  muahahaha!

Now to get her, her commission...




Rin's Tale, Chapter 1 Recap


Rin is up to Chapter 2!  I have read and reread what I have written so far, and for the most part I am happy with what I wrote.  There are a few changes that I want to make.

  • I am changing the hair color of Rin to white and Itami to red.  White is a rare hair color and I think it will signify her own specialty that will come.
  • I want to extend her nightmare more as evident in Part 1.  Make it more visceral.
  • In Part 2 I want to explain her magical prosthetic hand in better detail.
  • Part 3 I want to detail the airship in greater detail.  I want to do the same thing for the Maarke Aerodrome, the tarn aviaries and Maarke itself Part 4.  In Part 5 the details need to be increased in the home of Kemmon.  Beef up the details.
  • In Part 6, I need to redo the confrontation between Rin the Rikkard.  Originally Rikkard was to be an anarchist, but I was thinking and talking to +Rynyn and I made him a pro-democracy demonstrator.  Now in order to do it, I am going to have to make pro-democracy movements more prevalent and central to the story.  There is the side that says that the people will rise to position of prominence.  That is why North Realm has all manner of knighthoods and awards that people gain gain.  Thinking of it, I am thinking the people of the Barony of the Maarke are pro-democracy because they are having the students there.  The Barony of Holdingford because they have a large discrepancy between the rich and poor.  I would say the only places that are staunchly opposed to it would be the Baronies of Stormtonne and Leavestonne and of course the capital of Danaan Tir.
  • The bath scene.  Hmm.  In Parts 7 and 8, I am thinking that I will have to redo it a bit to make it more clear of both the women's intentions.  Rin is fascinated by Sofia but she still does her duty by preparing to take or kill her.  The fact that Sofia went ahead and kissed her at the time was that she needed to think.  Rin almost had her when she mention Oleg Veklos, something that wasn't North Realm but came from the Empire.  Sofia knew that there was something up with Rin and that just confirmed it for her.  She doesn't know what yet, but she does have her suspicions.  
  • I was speaking with +Rynyn and we came to conclusion that she is still a virgin.  Women haven't really interested her until Sofia and men, well her infatuation her older (step) brother has dampened her mood to having a relationship.  That is really screwed in the head, isn't it?
Well, that is Chapter 1.  In Chapter 2 it deals with the pro-democracy movement.  She is going to meet the thieves Dade and Katella.

If you have any questions, comments or thoughts, do let me know.  I enjoy hearing from people!



Friday, February 7, 2014

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 9


Chapter 2

That night Rin’s dreams were troubled.  It wasn’t dreams of Redcap goblins, but of tall, statuesque blondes that haunted her dreams.  She woke breathing fast and sweating a little bit.  “Get yourself together girl,” she muttered to herself as she cupped her head with a hand.  She rolled out of bed and shook the cobwebs of the night from her head and stumbled over the bathroom.  She stared at herself in the mirror and yawned deeply.  It was going to be a long day.

Looking refreshed as she tugged up her glove on her prosthetic hand, she went to the kitchens to fetch herself and Itami’s breakfast.  Normally, it would have been brought up to Itami’s room by a servant but Rin walked down to take it from him.  She threw on some more fruit a loaf of bread and some additional ham made from a cudder.  There were no animal native to Earth or any number of worlds that the humans have colonized before crash landing on Eave save for a close approximation of a chicken that was made in the early days of the crash from scavenged genetic technology.  Dogs, cats and even ferrets were kept as pets and they survived and thrived despite the giant proportions of the native fauna.  Cudders were a close approximation of an Earth pig.  At least that is what the first forced colonists said of the giant six-legged creatures that stood as tall as a man.

Rin passed through the outer chamber’s to Itami’s room where Sir Hanar stayed.  He was taking a bath and Rin left him the extra food that she brought up with her after calling out to him that she brought him breakfast.  She sighed as she stood outside Itami’s door.  She steeled her nerve and knocked on the door, before going in.

“Put the breakfast on the table,” Itami called out from behind a privacy screen.  Rin put the tray down and sat down to eat.  She picked at the ham and the bread with some butter made of the aurach’s milk and sweetened with the honey made from the large native bees that lived on Eave.  “Oh,” Itami said when she came around the screen.

Rin stood up and then knelt down.  “Your highness.  I apologize for my behavior yesterday.  You of can of course defend yourself and the policies of North Realm.  Forgive me.”

Itami just stood there for a moment before speaking.  “Oh Rin.  Get up.  It is I who should apologize.  I know you were only looking out for me.”  She reached out with her hands to pick Rin up off the ground.  She hugged Rin.  Itami broke the hug.  “But seriously now, I know you are very smart, so take it easy on those of us who aren’t.”

“Of course Itami,” Rin responded with a smile.  “Again I am sorry.”

The two young women sat down and ate there breakfast and made of idle chit-chat.  Rin asked her how was schooling like for the two weeks she was gone.  Itami asked her about Rin’s brother and his impending marriage to an eladrin.  Rin hid it well, but a part of her was crushed that Aylen was getting married.  It was a fantasy anyway and she smiled as she ate.

“So,” Itami said a little apprehensively.  “I have been meaning to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Rin said as she bit down on the last of her bread.

Itami looked a bit uncomfortable but she took a deep breath and exhaled.  “Well, I have been asked by Rikkard to attend a pro-democracy meeting…”

Rin’s first and immediate answer as to say know, but she thought about it.  “Well, I am not too sure.  I am going to need more information on it.  We are also going to have to get Sir Hanar’s take on it and let Captain Vaughn know that you are going, IF we decide to go.”  Sir Hanar wasn’t going to like it and Captain Vaughn of the Maarke’s police force attachment that was assigned to guard Itami would absolutely hate the idea.  However, unless there was a direct threat on the Princess’s life, the decision belonged to Rin.  “We will let the good Captain know where it is so the place can be vetted.  I assume Rikkard at the very least have also been cleared, otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten so close to you already.”

Itami nodded.  “Yes mother,” she said sarcastically.  “I swear, you are just like her.”


“Not everyone will have your best interest at heart, dear.  We are just being careful.”  Rin smiled and cupped a hand over Itami's.


Thursday, February 6, 2014

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 8


[I changed Rin’s hair to white and Itami’s hair to red.]

"It seems you know quite a lot about me, not surprising that considering who I am.  Curious though, not many people know about the airship crash."

“Well,” Sofia said as she slunk over closer to Rin looking over her shoulder.  “Don’t tell anybody, but I am somewhat noblephile,” she said.  “I make it a hobby to know things about the nobles.  I know that you are adopted because your brother, Lord Aylen’s birth was difficult that your mother could not have any more children.  She wanted to have more children and couldn’t.” 

Rin had heard that there people like that, that made it their business to now about the nobility.  That was not in the realm of impossibility.  “That was simple.  My mother always wanted more children.  How was the Barony of Maarke formed?”

“Paul Taere want to find a place to set up his observatory.  That was easy,” she said as she moved before Rin and stared her in the eye.  “Give me a harder one,” Sofia gave her a hungry grin.

Rin tried to suppress her gulp.  “Alright.  What was the name of the first airship developed here in the Northern Marches?”

“Angel, named for the Baron Emeric danHanno of Kassingtonne’s wife.  Another,” she said as she inched closer and Rin felt Sofia’s hands on her knees.  Her hands felt hot, hotter than the water itself.

“What was the name of the King who halted the expansion to the south at Harro’s Wall?” Rin whispered.

“Vancent, also known as the Cautious.”  Rin could feel Sofia’s hands moving unseen under the water slowly over the outside of her thighs.

Rin did nothing to stop her.  “The Order of the Crescent Sword.  Who was the first recipient?” she gulped slightly.

Sofia had to thing about this one for few seconds.  “Captain Chloe Benson who married into the Baron Davis danAven of Holdingford after the siege of siege of North Realm by the Empire.”  Her face was inches away from Rin.  “Last question,” she breathed.

Rin felt it hard to think, between the heat of the bath and the heat of Sofia so achingly close.  She had not felt like this for any person except for her adopted brother.  “Oleg Veklos had to leave the military.  Why?”

“Because his parents were killed and he had to assume the mantle of…” Sofia stopped her face from inching in for a kiss, “… Earl.”  They stared at one another for a moment.  Rin could tell that Sofia was tensing up in the water and she extended her blade she had hidden in prosthetic.

Then it happened fast.

Sofia kissed her long and hard. 

At first Rin was surprised, her mind actually shut down form all its buzzing as she was swept up by the moment.  Her hands came up and entwined themselves around Sofia’s body and held her, the knife’s blade forgotten and still extended in the back of her hand.  Rin could feel the muscles in Sofia’s form, hard and unyielding in some places, but soft and pliable in others.  The heat was incredible, not heat of the bath but between the two women.

“That was cheating,” Sofia whispered after the kiss was broken.  “Veklos is a Tulathian family, not Danaan.”

Rin smiled shyly.  The tall woman was quick on her feet and Rin wasn’t sure once again.  “Well.  You know of the nobility quite well,” she said as she put her hands back under the murky water, the knife blade slowly sliding back into her hand.  “Tulathian and Danaan.”

“I think we may have to get out of the bath,” Sofia said.  “I think it is getting to hot in here.  You are all red.”

“I am not the only one…”

Slowly, they let each other go and Sofia pulled away and stood.  Water poured from her statuesque form, her flesh red from the heat of the bath and each other, her blonde hair limp form the heat of the water.  “I hope that I shall see you again.”

“Oh.  I am sure we shall meet each other again,” she gave the tall woman a meaningful glance.


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Stories from DnD: Markan


"I am not my father!  I do not even know him or who he is mother!" Markan yelled at his mother's back as the doors closed.  It was an argument that they have had many times before.  The young man sighed at the door and ran his hand through his unruly black hair.  It was just like his father's hair and the sight of it has always sickened the Baroness Maharie.  Whatever his father did had left Markan a bastard and a half-elf to boot.  Since his human father was not around, he got the brunt of of her fury toward him.

He wandered back to his room where Mirala and Veyli were busy packing his things, not that he had much to begin with.  Mirala was a human maid in her late twenties.  Even though he was older than her, she always treated him like a little brother.  As tall as he and large of breasts, she always knew what it was like to grow up in Celene a human, much less half a human.  She never let it bother her though, not as much as Markan.  Veyli was his self-appointed apprentice, a young half-elfin girl who Markan basically rescued from the streets after being picked on by some elvin children.  Besides being his self-appointed apprentice, she was his gofer and messenger.

"I take it your mother was not receptive to you going to see your father?" Mirala said as she folded a tunic.

Markan sighed.  "No.  She said that he was dead and she was happy and that I should count myself lucky."  He ran his hands through his hair again.  "He is a part of me, my human part.  I just wanted to see him and maybe, just maybe gain insight into the man.  He sounded like he was a real shitbag, but all humans can't be that bad," he said and Mirala gave him a look.  "Present company excluded of course."  She smiled and
went back to work.  "After all, a part of me is the man."

"Your mother isn't all bad.  She just ran afoul of not so nice man.  You will go to his grave, divine his presence and determine who you are.  You may be part of the man, but you have grown to be good man regardless."

He smiled, as Mirala told Veyli to put some clothes away.  "I dont know if I want to come back," he whispered to Mirala.  "Evalah will inherit the Barony and title when she is of age.  I love Evalah but I have nothing here.  After I see my father, I will, well, I do not know what I will do.  I wont be returning home for quite some time."

Mirala put down the laundry.  "So, when do we leave?"

Markan shook his head.  "We?  I said I was going.  Alone."

"Alone.  What will become of me?  Of Veyli should you leave?  Did you think of that?"

He sighed.  "So, we are leaving in the morning," he said he gave her half a grin.  "We go north to Emridy Fields to see my father.  From there, we shall see.  Now there is just one more think to do."

"What's that?"

"Tell Veyli," he said.  "She is going to like it."




Monday, February 3, 2014

Samuel Wyrmslayer


Samuel Wyrmslayer
Human Cleric 1
Battle Priest of Heironeous
Black hair, blue eyes, 19 years old

Str 14 (+2), Dex 11, Con 13 (+1), Int 9 (-1), Wis 17 (+3), Cha 15 (+2)
HP (1d8+1) 9
AC 18

Proficiencies +1
- Insight, history, religion, persuasion
- Healing kit
- Simple and martial weapons, light, medium and heavy armor, shields
- Saving throws:  wisdom and charisma
Languages:  common, elvish, goblin, orc
TraitTemple services

Divine Domain:  War
War Priest:  Once per turn, make and extra attack 3 times per day.
Spellcasting: Ritual casting. Saving throw DC 8+ wis modifier + proficiency bonus (holy symbol) = 12
Spells per day:  2
Domain – Always memorized
- Divine favor [swift, self, concentration up to 10 min.] 1d8 extra radiant weapon damage.
- Shield of faith [swift, 50 ft, concentration up to 10 min.] shimmering field of protection surrounding 1 creature granting +1 AC.
Cantrips
- Sacred flame [25 ft] Dex save or take 1d8 radiant damage, no cover bonus.
- Light [touch, 1 hr.] 20 ft. radius bright light, additional 20 ft. radius dim light.
- Guidance [touch, 1 min.] grants willing target d4 to one ability check
First Level
- Bless [25ft, concentration up to 10 min.] grants targets extra d4 to attack and saving throw rolls.
- Cure wounds [touch] heals 2d8+2 hit points.

Gear: warhammer, chainmail, shield, 4 javelins, adventurer’s kit, flask of holy water, holy symbol, 9gp

Story
The youngest bastard son of the warrior Wyrmslayer, Samuel was always considered a runt. Small, scrawny and awkward as a child he was always getting into fights and constantly in trouble. His mother was a warm, rotund bread maker until she fell ill after bearing her son. Unable to support or control her son, she sent him to the temple of Heironeous. He was taken into the temple and was forced to labor until his teens. During this time he learned of his mother’s death. Next he learned how to tend to the sick and dying and was able to perform this task in the midst of battle. Samuel then was trained in the art of war and forged into a weapon of Heironeous. Anger has always lived inside Samuel. The training he received has allowed him to manage it but if pressed, the lifetime of compounded pain and fury is released.

Notes

- Second level Barbarian


This is one of the bastards of Wyrmslayer.  My friend +Steven Crawford wanted him to go up, so here he is.  We have got to get everyone else to do their characters! Two down, four to go!

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Saturday, February 1, 2014

Stories from Eave: Rin's Tale 7 reworked, with stats for Sofia Hess


[I have changed the conversation between Rin and Sofia.  She gives a lot of information she would not give out like that.  It needs to unfold.  Like I said, I am not a professional writer as of yet!]

[Here it is along with stats for Sofia.]

“Help yourself,” Rin said as she waved a hand over the tray of food.  Sofia stretched out of the water.  She wasn’t musclebound but very well put together.  “You are Spartan related aren’t you?” Rin asked.  The Spartans were a genetically created race of man that was created by United Terra, the precursor to the Empire of Tulath.  In the hundred or so years that the war in the stars raged on, there have been a couple of defection to the Earth Directorate of the Spartans.  When they crashed on Eave however, they no longer had access to the technology that made the Spartans.  There were very few Spartans that have a hundred percent blood, especially in the North and they were called Spartan Blooded.  Anybody who had the genes but not the size and strength of a Spartan were called Spartan Related.  Rin thought that Sofia was one.

“You have a good eye.”  Sofia looked over her right arm at Rin as she was getting a steamed bun.  “That is what my mother told me,” Sofia said as she sat down and ate the bite sized bun.

“Of what family?  Hess’s aren’t one of the Spartan Blooded families.”

“No they aren’t," Sofia said with an unpleasant voice.  "My mother was a whore who lived in Undershadow, south of The Wall."


"Oh," Rin said uncomfortably.  "I am sorry.  I did not mean to burden you with unfond memories."

"It is but a memory, long past now but still it stings from time to time."  Sofia took a deep breath and smiled softly at Rin.  "Like yourself Lady Rin.  To be taken in and adopted by House danTaven after you were rescued from the airship crash.  You are very fortunate indeed."

Rin smiled but inside her mind was working at breakneck speed.  "Thank you.  I was indeed fortunate.  The previous Baron was a indeed a kind man."  Both women smiled at one another and Rin knew that she was a much more dangerous opponent than the Davic boy.



Sofia Hess
Concept: Hidden Section 4 Agent
Trouble: Enamoured with the North
Aspects: Sexy Vamp; Stronger Than I Look

Careful +2
Clever +1
Flashy +3
Forceful +2
Quick +0
Sneaky +1
  • Because I am a femme fatal, once per game session I can charm and enamour a person who finds me attactive to gain a piece of information.
  • Because I am Spartan Related, I gain a +2 to forcibly defend against a physical attack.
  • [One additional stunt to be determined]
Sofia is an Empire Section Command agent.  She works for Section 4 and has been a deep cover agent for the last five years.  The story that she gave Rin is a total lie.

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