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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Eurig on January 13, 2019, 05:03:01 am »
Eurig breathed a sigh of relief as they both stopped their fight. At least they were willing to listen to reason.
"Just a lover's quarrel?" Eurig asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly not buying based on the reaction of the Valkyrie. "if that's the case i'd never want to see a proper fight. But that's besides the point, i am glad you're both willing to stop the squabble. Thanks."

He then looked to the Valkyrie and nodded, "why yes i am, miss. I am a smith and metalworker. Name is Eurig Emberbore. At your service... even if we're past business hours."
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Lady Daybreaker on January 13, 2019, 03:55:09 am »
The man’s skills in combat were certainly dualy noted by the intrigued Valkerie, whom seemed to show a fair bit of flair for being able to keep up the dance with the demon hunter thus far. That is until their swords were bound and he had swung his frozen arms over her helmet. He would find, however, that if he wanted to do some real damage to her helmet he would have to try a lot harder than that. Even if the ice had shattered over the Valkerie.

A grunt of displeasure growled as her head rang with the clangs and as a reflex, sent a fist flying to punch Dante on the throat for that cheek, “You will do well to mind your manners Swordsman!” she hissed with a much less friendly tone as compared to before. After kicking her metal boots into her frozen weapon until it was free from the other and the ice she held her sword Storm-Caller at the ready; just before they were interrupted by a local.

It seemed that the winged maiden was in agreement when the dwarf’s grievance was made known and thus sheathed her weapon in compliance. When she heard the demon hunter’s response Lady Daybreaker couldn’t help but burst out laughing and such laughter echoed slightly within the helmet too and raised a dainty hand to where her mouth supposed was, “A lover’s quarrel you say? My goodness you have had a bit too much drink you can handle haven’t you? Nonetheless I cannot say it is good to have… goals in life. Have something to strive for I suppose is a worthy ambition to have, if nothing else for a particularly interesting ‘human’.”

Daybreaker then  turned to face the dwarf again and gave a formal bow of apology for the ruckus she had initiated within the peaceful city. She did wince however, now just being reminded that there was in face a couple of arrows lodged into her wing from earlier. As she proceeded to snap and remove the bolts with a grimace she then had a better look at the newcomer. From the looks of it he was a smith of somekind – and potentially might have just come out of his workshop given his uniform, “Pardon me, you wouldn’t happen to be a blacksmith or someone with knowledge of forging metals, would you?”
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Dante on January 07, 2019, 09:14:05 am »
The demon hunter donned a devilish grin as sparks begun to clash between the two electrified blades; he seemed as if he was deriving some type of twisted pleasure from his clash of sword and sinew. While the frost quickly traveled up Alastor and towards his fingers Dante tore his hands away from the sword as he felt the tips of his fingers go numb and begun to turn blue at the touch of frost. Having torn his hands away he prevented himself from being fused to the sword but he looked down seeing his hands were bound together in ice that had stopped at his forearms as the spell was still crawling up the hilt of his blade; his teeth begun to chatter until he steadied them thinking of how he was thankful the spell hadn't engulfed his entire body.

Pressing ever onward Dante swung his frozen fists forward taking note that Daybreaker's hands were still firmly locked around the hilt of her blade that had bonded itself to his own meaning for the moment she was immobile, the perfect time to strike. Dante let out a fearsome roar as he slammed the thick block of ice down upon the woman's helm causing it to clang and ring out over the town as if he was bludgeoning church bells, Dante would strike at her head repeatedly hoping to cause a dent or some kind of damage; he was secretly hoping to peer behind the steel veil and gaze upon what lay beneath but for all his efforts he couldn't manage to knock her helmet loose. After numerous hard slams the crimson coated warrior had managed to free his own hands as each blow had chipped away at the ice until it crumbled allowing him movement of his hands again. Taking a swift moment he jumped back and bit off his leather gloves before blowing into his hands before rubbing them trying to bring warmth and the sensation of touch back to his fingers. After a moment he regained movement of his fingers, pulling his gloves back on he took a fighting stance ready to roll for his frozen blade and shatter the ice himself if need be; he was halted however by the hearty voice of a stocky dwarf.

He gave pause as the smith made a good point, while Dante loved to show off the more people knew about his inhuman nature the harder it would be for him to blend in in Bluehaven and since Dante liked this part of the kingdom the best he stood down placing his hands inside his coat as he called out to the one who had dared to step between them. "While I believe there's nothing better than a good fight he's got a point. Pretty thing like you with your wings and magical armor will be frowned upon causing trouble in Bluehaven. After all us mere humans fear what he don't understand." He said with a smile before turning to face the stocky smith. "Hail, think nothing of our little spat, it's merely a lovers quarrel." He said with a smirk to see if he could get under the angel's skin.
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Character Biographies / Prince of Names
« Last post by Prince of Names on January 04, 2019, 02:56:42 am »
Name:Prince of Names
Nicknames/Alias:He has over a hundred different names and alias'.
Race:Demon
Gender:Male
Age:His age shifts with his names.
Height:His Height Shifts with his names.
Appearance:Again this changes with his names, though his true form looks something like https://i.imgur.com/1AkKrm2.jpg
Personality:The Prince of names is usually quite calm and collected. Regardless of the name he takes he always keeps a cool head about him. He has been called Caring, Kind, and loving. Though others have called him ruthless, merciless, and a monster. Ultimately his personality, like his title is an enigma of information
Residence:He's nomadic. He moves from place to place, blending in with others around himself as they would.
Occupation:As a Demon, his occupation is making deals with mortals and other demons. However, he does fancy himself abit of a fencer.
Skillset:What is the character particularly skilled in? (Please note that this does not include magic.) e.g. swordsman, negotiator etc.
Magic:Does the character know any magic? If so, what type(s) do they specialize in?
Bio:Character's backstory.
Misc:Extra info about the character. This includes voice samples or themesongs.
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Eurig on January 04, 2019, 02:42:29 am »
The cool and clean night air was a welcome change from the normally heavy and warm around his forge as Eurig locked the door and began to wander the city on his daily night stroll. The dwarf loved his work but he couldn't stay in there forever or he'd likely pass out from a heatstroke of some kind. So taking a stroll at night where the streets were empty to clear his mind seemed like a great idea.

As he walked through the streets though, he soon realized that he wasn't alone as he heard a yell followed by roaring winds. That was not normal and without giving it much thought he ran towards to check up on it, mostly out of curiosity to who would cause such a ruckus at this hour.
What he found wasn't what he had expected, what looked like a human and a Valkyrie fighting in the street with the Valkyrie calling upon some sort of magic against the human. This wouldn't do, he didn't know who started it, but he knew who would stop it and it was either him or the local guards.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" He yelled as he came out from behind the wall and walked closer, "you wanna wake up the entire city? Cut it out before the guards get here."
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Lady Daybreaker on January 03, 2019, 06:38:37 am »
A curious purr rolled within the helmet upon seeing the wound heal rapidly, “My, aren’t you a man of many secrets. Consider my curiosity piqued, Dante.” she cooed as the valkerie leapt backwards to ready herself against his next attack. The winged woman wasn’t sure what to expect from her foe and his challenging tone caused for her to keep her sword raised high to guard her face.

Fortunately so too, for when the demon hunter tapped her shoulder, he was gone by the time she turned to look, providing him an opportunity to strike. The clash of metal against metal boomed like metallic thunder as the two swords sang their lightning songs of strife. She could feel the power behind his attack for her body quivered with gradually failing strength of her own under his weight, but she was not about to give up yet!

A smile curled at her lips before she shouted, “HRIðAR!” The blistering sparks of lighting from the clash soon faded as the runes turned an icey-blue and a blistering cold erupted from her weapon. Ravenous swirls of freezing wind roared from her sword and thick slabs of ice began to crawl over Dante’s sword and hands; if he did not act quickly it could soon consume much more of him…
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Dante on January 02, 2019, 12:02:32 pm »
Turning around Dante's eyes caught the sword as it slid into his neck before unleashing a high voltage attack throughout his body; as the electricity surged through his veins he buckled over before returning to a standing posture smoke emanating from his form. Placing his fingers around the blade he pushed it out of his neck causing blood to **** out of the wound before it sealed itself up in an eerily unnatural fashion. From from her strike the devil hunter turned rubbing the back of his neck as if the mortal wound was but a bug bite. "Lady if stabbing me with an electrical sword is all you've got then it's game over, you could even say it happens so often I'm used to it. Since we're playing with lightning." Dante snapped his fingers causing his blade with the skull at the hilt to morph into a similar sized sword only this one had a dragon atop the hilt while the blade was surging with electrical energy.

With a swift sweep Dante rested the new devil arm atop his shoulder as he pointed towards his foe before declaring. "Let's see if you can keep up. This one has a few tricks all it's own." With that Dante vanished becoming a red blur before appearing behind Lady Day breaker tapping her on the shoulder, he vanished again as lighting surged around the sword causing him to appear before the flying maiden. It appears this sword is able to grant its wielder lightning speed which Dante had used to set up for his next attack as he swung the sword down upon her head in a cleaving motion to preform a helm breaker.
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Lady Daybreaker on December 31, 2018, 08:48:22 am »
The winged maiden wasn’t phased by his glare, if anything there might have been a glint of intrigue and a slight smile when she found her suspicions were correct. As a thanks to his comment, she nodded once and then followed through with a bow of her own, wings extended at either side with poise and sword diagonally across her chest for the duration of the bow.

A soft chuckle echoed from beneath her helmet as she accepted the short invitation with her free hand but still kept a firm grasp of her sword with the other, “Beautiful? Even though you haven’t seen what I look like? I’m sure you say that to all the Valkeries.” Daybreaker proclaimed as she glided around but she was ready as ever when things started to get interesting.

Perhaps there was a grimace from the maiden at the sight of the crossbows, the first few projectiles zoomed a little too close for comfort past her wings and there after she had decided to press her wings against her body and charged towards Dante by foot. Some arrows clanged against her armour and bounced off, others missed, a handful was sliced in half by the blade she carried but two arrows did manage to wedge into her left wing despite her efforts.

An inhumane hiss of pain reverberated from her helmet and when Rebellion was brought onto the battlefield Daybreaker was ready. She leapt to the side to dodge that devastating blow – ‘That was no non-lethal blow… alright if that is how he wants to play then…’ – but mid-air she followed through by swinging her sword towards the back of his neck. Magical aura crackled along her sword as the runes lit up and left a short trail of light as it sliced through the air, “LEIPTR!” she bellowed and flashes of lightning had been called forth from her sword half way through the attack.
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Character Biographies / Eurig Emberbore, the Dwarven Blacksmith
« Last post by Eurig on December 29, 2018, 01:33:32 pm »
Name: Eurig Emberbore

Nicknames/Alias: Ember

Race: Dwarf

Gender: Male

Age: 152 years

Height: 4’5”

Appearance: A short and compact man, Emberbore is a dwarf of average but above average build thanks to the amount of manual labor he has done through his life. His skin has a heavy tan from the hours spent by the forge, his hair and beard are both a strong black, and his eyes are dark brown with a slight green tint.

Personality: Eurig is a dwarf that is very passionate for his crafts. He loves working at the forge, swinging the pickaxe and looking for rare minerals and gemstones. Apart from that he is rather laid back and will happily kick back and drink with others while swapping stories from back home where he grew up.
That being said, he isn’t very fond of magic and considers it a dangerous matter to study. To him, the power of physical steel and metal beats magic any day. The magic he can kinda tolerate is the school of enchanting, but that is a far as he can stretch it.
In combat, if push comes to shove, he isn’t too bad. For one he makes his own armory and thus knows his armor and weapon from front to back. Still, he isn’t a trained warrior, so he can easily be outclassed by a properly trained one, but he’d be damned if chickened out.

Residence: Bluefield

Occupation: Blacksmith and Part-time Miner

Skillset: Being a blacksmith, a lot of Eurig’s skills lies within the realm of metals and forging. He has a good understand of how most common metals are to be handled and how to treat their ore when processing it into a workable state. This means he also knows which ones can be alloyed together if the project demands it. The other part of his skillset lies within the earth when he scours for metals and gems every other weekend. He knows what to look for and can determine gems and ore relatively well, although a professional would no doubt do a better job than him. But it is nice to sometimes be able to gather your own supply.

Magic: “Look here lad, I don’t need any fancy magics around here to make it big. All i need is me forge, ore and tools.”

Bio: Born and raised within one of the dwarven mountain cities to the north, Eurig has been living around ores and the forge from before he could even walk. He also started to work the forge from a very early age with his mother and occasionally working in the mine with his father once he got old enough to allowed down there.
Once he was 53 years old he got a proper job as an assistant for a blacksmith in Bluefield and worked to further his craft before he was able to strike out for himself. Even then, he still tried to get home to work with his father whenever time allowed it.
Eventually, around his late 90s, he was able to take the blacksmith off its former owner’s hands and he has since run it himself and loved it all the way despite the downs he has run into along the way. This is his passion and he’ll do it until he can’t do it anymore.

Misc:
Voice sample (Muradin Bronzebeard - Heart of the Storm (Warcraft)): https://youtu.be/WKkKNbQ5RB0

Theme song (Sovngarde - ES5: Skyrim OST): https://youtu.be/VBPwCmU0V-Q
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Bluefield / Re: A Fateful Encounter
« Last post by Dante on December 29, 2018, 05:21:02 am »
When the flying guide blocked his path Dante offered a deathly glare upon hearing she was aware of his wanted status. Normally Dante wouldn't bother with people who didn't pose a threat to humanity but she was floating there just asking for it. A devilish grin sprawled across his face as he placed his hands in his pockets causally addressing his haughty opponent. "So you figured it out, not bad; you're nothing if not perspective." Seeing as this Valkyrie had honored her word and requested a formal duel Dante decided to show some respect before they started by lightly bowing whilst making a gesture as if he was offering her his hand to start the waltz.   

Looking up from his regal posture his rough and raspy voice rang out to his angelic opponent. "A dance with a beautiful floating woman on a moonlit eve, and here I was thinking tonight was going to be boring." Now the formalities were out of the way Dante reached into his coat flipping out twin crossbows one a striking white while the over was an onyx black; these firearms were known as Ebony and Ivory and were a vital part of the hunter's arsenal. Flipping the ranged weapons forward he pulled the triggers rapidly sending a barrage of bolts towards her hip mounted wings intending to pin her down. After firing off the deadly projectiles he flicked his wrist causing his oversized blade to come crashing down from the heavens only to be plucked to the sky by his gloved hands. The hunter had already formulated a plan by focusing his attack on her wings and following up with a full on assault as he stepped forward swinging Rebellion with enough force to cleave the woman in two should she not dodge or counter. Something seemed different about the devil hunter all hesitation was gone from his expression replaced with a seemingly endless excitement and lust for battle; he seemed intent on testing the limits of his gracious foe as his inner devil screamed out for carnage.     
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