Name: Thrangor Gender: Male Race: Troll Faction: Garheim
Thrangor was once the resident of a calm and peaceful fishing village on the Northeastern tip of Garheim. He tended to stay in the background, and could often be seen eating alone in the corner of the inn owned by his father. He learned how to blend into crowds and be unseen when he wished. People have said that he seemed to almost fade away when he stood in shadows. Thrangor has learned to use his stealth to his advantage, and has been known to occasionally boast that he can “steal anything.”
Thrangor’s peaceful lifestyle was torn apart one night when the Queen’s forces burned everything and everyone to the ground. Thrangor was the only survivor, able to escape relatively unscathed, except for his right eye, which was lost to a soldier whose face will forever be seared into Thrangor’s memory. Thrangor decided that his skills could be used for the service of his country, and for his own personal vengeance. He vowed to serve the Jarl as Garheim’s Thief, stealing artifacts as well as intelligence for the glory of Garheim.
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2014 23:07:49 GMT -8 by Thrangor
Tell you what, if you post a picture of a placeholder fig for LoR, you can submit a clan and then edit your CIC story later.
"Enlightenment is a myth. Men do not need to understand in order to hate."
Name: Remiel Gender:Male Faction: Outlaws Species: Elyad – Dark Elf
Remiel is an Elyad exile from the Dark Order – a sect of dark elves practicing in forbidden arts. Sentenced to death for reasons unknown, his execution was haphazardly interrupted by the arrival of several sellswords. In gracious response for his rescue, albeit unintended, Remiel has sworn his life over to the mercenary company.
Remiel is often silent and void of expression – an empty vessel for a soul long gone. However, when enthralled in combat, weapons within his hands seemingly move with a will of their own, echoing emotions thought lost.
Post by Ot the Cook on Aug 31, 2014 11:44:46 GMT -8
Name: Ot Faction: Loreos Gender: Male Species: Human
Ot is a humble peasant who does his job well and rarely speaks unless spoken to. He has served as the cook for the inn in a tiny Loreesi village ever since anyone can remember. His food is excellent. In fact, it is better than what can be found in more elegant facilities in the bigger cities. If they had reason to ask him, customers might want to know his culinary secrets, or how he lost his left leg, or why he sometimes mutters names in his sleep. But who can be bothered to talk to a lowly cook?
Kingdom: Outlaw (due to my misreading the faction assignments, i decided to move to outlaw before things got too far. i built my MOC's around the "queens dragons" so...)
Gender: Male Species: Human Occupation: Smith / Shop owner
Phy Recently came into some coin from weapons sales to his own kingdom (the queen), expanding their ability to defend themselves and their interests. He has decided to expand his common small smithy to an automated horse run power hammer, increasing production and allowing him to work heavier metals to create larger, more impressive pieces.
Phy recently discovered that the power hammer handle was incorrectly built and will not last the next order of weapons. He has demanded that the builders get to work on creating a new handle for him.
A Large amount of spears, axes, swords are awaiting the next shipment, a few helmets and some sacks of bolts and nails as well. a large bin of chains overflows their confines as they await their final use, as Phys sister feeds the horse a carrot. Carrots are one of the few things that will actually grow in the sandy soil near the coast where Phy lives, but luckily the sand is perfect for casting his metal works, making him one of the many smiths in demand across the kingdom.
His sisters boys play fight with sticks to the side, ignorant of all the commotion on the other side of the forge stack.
Note on the MOC: this MOC is actually fully functioning at this point is considered a living WIP piece. the horse runs around the track that has been built, turning the poles in the transition beams, down the stack, turning the gears that will push the hammer to allow it to raise and lower the hammer head into the power hammer, that is kept raised by a elastic wrapped on it. Sadly, as mentioned in the story, the Hammer handle is infact too flimsy and needs to be reinforced allowing it to stretch the elastic. The hammer will hit three times per horse rotation, which will allow for ample time for phy to change items in the hammer forge.
Drogan Vykor Faction: Lenfald Species: Human Profile: House Vykor is rich in history and honor, and poor in all else. Once the Vykors oversaw a rich, thriving port city, but the city burned in the Karth Rebellion, ages past. With the city in ruins, the harbor fell into disrepair and the survivors fled to the nearby safety of the High Wold, the nearby forest to the north. Drogan’s ancestor Markath Vykor oversaw the construction of a new holding on the fringes of the High Wold. Eventually, the humble settlement became grew and became prosperous once again, never reaching the heights of Port Vykor’s prosperity, but serving to keep its residents safe in the southern shadow of the Dragonscale Mountains. For generations, House Vykor has served as Protector of the High Wold. Drogan Vykor is the current lord of this once great house, and strives to uphold his family’s honor, rule his lands fairly, and protect the people of Lenfald. His son vanished without a trace fifteen years past, and an aging Drogan finds himself the last of the Vykors.
As a young girl Deresity's parents died in the Purging of the Magic Isles. She was then raised by a blacksmith in northern Garhiem. At the age 17 she left to join the Garhimian armies. She has since risen to captain and leads her troops into battle against the Queen's Forces.
Post by Carrick of Garheim on Sept 20, 2014 19:49:34 GMT -8
Faction: Garheim Name: Carrick Species: Human Story: link
Carrick is the adopted son of Lord Hrothgar, dwarf lord of Àr N-athair. Carrick was found orphaned at the southern gate of the hollow mountain city. Hrothgar decided to take him in as his own. Since then Carrick had become a champion of the dwarf realm. He and his adopted dwarf clan, along with men of the local town Scáth Sliabh, proudly serve Garheim and the Jarl. Carrick and his mount Morrígu lead the warriors along with his faithful friend Condon.
Post by Graham Gidman on Sept 29, 2014 15:06:51 GMT -8
Name: Gräehm Kendraic Species: Human Gender: Male Faction: Garheim Profile: Gräehm was born and grew up in a small village located high up in the mountains of Garheim. He’s a skilled fighter, using a broadsword in most cases, even though he capable of wielding all weapons. He is kind and gentle, only killing when necessary. Sometimes impulsive, but is usually calm and clear-headed. He is loyal to those he serves and respects, and would willingly give his life in the call of duty. For Garheim!
Faction: Garheim Name: Magnus de Jovia Gender: Male Species: Human
The last remaining survivor of the noble House of Jovia, migrants to Garheim from a distant land. A decade ago his family was slain by an evil Sorcerer, and Magnus swore to devote his life to avenging his family and making the family name shine again. Magnus has honed his swordsmanship and completed his military training since that day.
Name: Boris Greenlump Race: Humans Faction: Outlaws Story: Boris is a man of many talents. A hunter, an archer, an assassin and much more. He lives in the plains and likes to hunt and kill with his team.
And by the way, I am Kian Greyhelm but I cannot access my flickr account so I just decided to create a new character and a flickr.
Janus Greatstorm was born on the Magic Isles during the purging, to an unnamed prostitute in an inn. He was captured by Loreesi soldiers, using slaves to raise a new city. Janus was branded with the three spike emblem of a slave, and was forced to pull sandstone blocks across a desert in heat every day. At the age of 14 he was purchased by a merchant alongside a few friends to work for the merchant's son as gladiators. He grew tired of mockery, and used his gladiator weapons to slay the merchant's son and escape. He took a guard tiger's teeth and formed a necklace from them, and kept 2 for emergency weapons (these would later be forged in Soulstorm.) He was sent to assassinate a Loreesi noble called Jarth Greatstorm in a castle Janus helped raise, so he knew the way around. Janus was captured and almost killed until Jarth himself adopted Janus as a son. Janus learnt valour and letters, and forged his sword Soulstorm in the Lenfel forests, using tiger teeth to create a spiked hilt. He now works as a knight in the Loreesi army, and serves his father's orders.
A few years later, he would be persued by a warrior in black steel armour, who is hellbent on ending Janus. The Black Knight uses magic and two golden daggers in hopes of slaying everyone Janus loves.
Faction: Garheim Name: Jon the Wolfspaw Gender: Male Species: Human Profile: Born in the Spearheads, his father's line managed to save enough through three generations to send him to Stonehaven to take up a true profession, as a blacksmith. However, in light of recent events, Vidarr has forged his best sword (in his eyes), and road south. He was forged by the cold, and is a gifted swordsman, despite his common upbringing. In his travels south, he has managed to outfit a group of men at arms called Vanguardsmen.
Eolhelm Arngoth is a Ranger of Northern Lenfald, When he was a young boy, His parents and sister were killed when Orcs and Wargs from Garheim strayed into Lenfald. Taking an Oath to keep the Wargs out of Lenfald Eolhelm patrols Northern Lenfald hunting any stary Wargs that dare stray into Lenfald. Whenever he kills a Warg, he'll stab his sword into it's forhead. Because that was how his Father had died.
For Honor and Duty, for Glorious Lenfald!
“Over-rated, golden haired fop,” Lenfel High Lord Stanton referring to Prince Mark Lorean
Rolf Thrandr is the young ruler of Windswept Keep, deep in the frozen north of Garheim. It is a hard job, keeping his town alive through the harsh winters, but Rolf is a capable man. He has gained the reputation of a cunning leader and a skilled warrior. Even though he is only five and twenty years of age, his countenance is normally gaunt and grim, due to his spending several months in a dungeon, imprisoned by Queen Galainir's men. But now, he has returned, and he is ready to lead and fight, for honor, for courage, for glory, and for Garheim!
Michael Misen is the Brother of Lord Marius of Lenfald, and thus, lived a bit of a privileged life. He grew up with little to no responsibility, and is a bit of a fool. He was captured at the Queen's coronation, and has yet to escape. He is brash, foolish, "romantic", and extremely lucky.