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[micelus]

Actually now that I think about it, I'll just watch how the game goes for now.

[NUKE9.13]

Oh, hey, this. I remember this.
...heh heh heh.

So, okay, I have an idea for a character, but I am ever the servant, so I will first ask whether there is some archetype that needs filling.

Spoiler:  Domnall, Nordan Highlander (click to show/hide)

Player: Ghazkull
Position: Wandering Adventurer/Mercenary/Sellsword/Bandit/Pirate/You name it we have it
Full name: Domnall
Bio: The son of one of the legendary Nordan Runesmiths, Domnall grew up pretty much as anyone else among the Highland Nordans would. A clanswarrior, smith by trade and wandering sellsword by Choice, Domnall has seen much of what once was the Laurelian Empire. Now however he has set his eyes on serving the Lords and Kings of the Lowlands. A towering giant of a man, years a the runeforge of his father, has made him powerful, hunting in the highlands quick and enduring and years as a sellsword deadly with a blade. Quick to anger, an excessive lust for drinking and his general character would mark him as a terribly cliché character in any Lowland Play. In reality it makes him a violent, unstable, braggart and drunk with a keen tongue and a keener blade.
Traits or resources: Armsman, Runeblade

Doesn't a Runeblade cost the full four SP?

[Ardas]

That it does, Nuke.  I haven't reviewed the builds yet, but I am open to new players, still waiting for a brave soul to bear the crown on their brow....

[mcclay]

Spoiler:  Count Hardrick af Silfverstolpe (click to show/hide)

Player: mcclay
Position: Count of Manafell
Full name: Count Hardrick af Silfverstolpe
Bio: The Silfverstolpes are an old family of the Nordric kingdoms, first being ennobled shortly after the withdrawal of the Laurelian Empire from the north. Before that they were a line of raiders and jarls who held camp on the Mana river, trading goods down river and raiding various other settlements as they did. When the Empire fell they swept into the Imperial fortress at the falls of the Mana and established a petty kingdom that was independent for two years before they were brought under the rule of the Nordric kings with a promise of gold and wealth. Over the years they family stopped being bloodthristy raiders and started acting more and more like feudal lords, holding the western most parts of Harmondale even after the Nordric kingdom fell. Some of the family even intermarried with the king's relatives, placing the blood of lords in their veins.

Hardrick is the first son of the late Count Nicolas and his wife the Countess Maria. Nicolas was an honorable, dutiful man who struggled to raise his son to the same standards as he did. The old man stressed the importance of remaining faithful to your liege, being sober in your pleasures and working hard all your life. Hardrick honestly tried to follow those precepts, but he was a wild, silver tongued child from the start. When he was small he would talk the maids into giving him extra cookies and sweets, and when he was older he would talk them into other things. He had a magnetic sort of charisma about him, leading to him gaining a wide variety of followers among the court children and youths that were in Silfverstolpe Castle. While his father tolerated this at first, and even indulged his son by getting him a speech tutor, eventually his patience wore thing. Hardrick's womanizing ways were starting to be more and more noticed by the general populace, and when stories of young men as well of women appearing as his paramours got around the elder Silvferstople put an end to it. Hardrick was sent off to a remote hunting lodge and preparations were made to put his war obsessed younger brother on the throne at Silvferstople Castle. Before this was done a virulent plague ripped through Manafell, killing many, including Hardick's father and brother. Summoned back from exile from his mother Hadrick took control of the County.

Traits or resources: Landed noble (County of Manafell), King's Blood, Speechcraft.

[NUKE9.13]

You need a king, you say? Well... hmm. This idea is somewhat audacious, so feel free to shoot it down:

Spoiler: Falsktnafn Svertharmathur, Throne Claimant (click to show/hide)

Player: NUKE9.13

Position: Throne Claimant

Full name: Falsktnafn Svertharmathur

Bio: "Really?", asked the guard. "Your name is fakename swordholder?"
Falsktnafn swore under his breath. Just his luck, to meet a guard who knew the old tongue.
"My parents had a unique sense of humour", he said.
The guard looked at him with disdain. "I have no sense of humour, son. I don't know what you want in Harmondale, but-"
Falsktnafn unsheathed his sword, brandishing it before the guard could react. The runes glowed brightly as he caressed the metal. The look of surprise on the guard's face melted away, replaced with deep respect.
"My liege", he said, bowing low. "It is my humble honour to welcome you to Harmondale. Shall I arrange an honour guard?"
"That will not be necessary", Falsktnafn replied, sheathing his sword again.

Surely, his name cannot be real. Yet he insists it is, and so fervent is his apparent conviction that even without the aid of his blade, many find themselves inclined to believe him. When the sword comes out, of course, almost all do.
Where did he find it? He refuses to tell the tale lightly, but when pressed, he will reluctantly answer- although, the answer is never the same twice. The most common story is that fate guided him to it, revealing its location to him as he wandered the wilderness, usually an ancient barrow or temple. Whereupon some divinity or another appeared before him, and commanded him to unite Nordric, restore it to glory, and wage a glorious crusade against the orcs. As mentioned, the details to the story vary wildly. Falsktnafn seems to have either no desire or ability to keep the story straight, and again, thanks to his sword, he rarely needs to.
Because no matter how he acquired it, it is undeniably true that he Acquired it. His attunement with the ancient weapon is nigh-perfect; the runes glow thrice as bright when in his hands (as compared to any random swordsman), and in battle, it is as an extension of his body- on those rare occasions where its magical properties cannot avert a fight, Falsktnafn can carve his way through a dozen common foes without breaking a sweat. Even freshly-forged Runeblades, every speck of magic tailored to their wielder, rarely have a connection so strong. Is it possible that Falsktnafn actually is the rightful heir to Nordric, and his sword truly the legendary Kingmaker, his tale of divine mandate the honest truth?
...well, those who get a good look at the sword in his hands seem to think so.

Traits or resources: Runeblade

[Ardas]

mcclay, good app. I'll put you down for a player.

Nuke, unless someone else turns up for kingship, you might be the one... (the name is just puzzling though..)

[NUKE9.13]

I have no idea what you mean. The name is perfectly straightforward.

But seriously, I can change it if you really want. There is a reason for it, but I'm not married to it.

[Ardas]

Hey, as long as people know how to spell it properly, have fun with it.

[NUKE9.13]

Oh, puzzling in that sense.

It's literally just Icelandic* for Fakename Swordholder. A people of norse-esque descent should have no problems with it.

[SOLDIER First]

oh nooooo... irc

[Ardas]

Like I said, its a tool to help out, but not a complete replacement for things. You are not obliged to use it at all if you don't want to, but there might be instances when it is used between other players, just so you are aware.

E: I will be working on a map for this, before the game starts, hopefully this week.

[Iituem]

Spoiler: Helga Gertasdottir (click to show/hide)

Player: Iituem
Position: Earl/Countess/Thane/Whatever Is Appropriate Here
Full name: Helga Gertasdottir
Bio:
Helga is the last of a long, long line of Northwomen to hold the hills over which she claims dominion.  Her great-great grandmother bent the knee willingly to the current "Lowland King", as the family has always thought of the monarchy, rather than be destroyed as her neighbours eventually were - absorbing a fair deal of the surrounding land in the process.

Now the line is due to end, as the 63 year old Helga has, despite three widowed husbands, failed to carry a child to term throughout her whole life.  Some might believe her vicious, bitter attitude was the result of her barren state, but those few who survive that knew her as a young woman will attest that she was cruel and petty her whole life long.  Never a great beauty (and in her age now haggard) the "Dog Rose of the North" was ever named more for her sharp tongue and unwillingness to compromise or shelter her opinions than her looks.

Her age, lack of children and precarious situation of inheritance has left the Dog Rose with any number of rivals who would claim her land - it is unclear whether her paranoia has actually prevented any assassination attempts or if she is just an insane old woman, but she certainly feels that everybody is out to get her land and money and takes steps to prevent this.  Her "bondsmen" are less honourable knights and more men and women of questionable character, amoral methods and motivated more by fear and money than loyalty - Helga is known to disappear anyone who even smells of treachery.

Sooner or later this old woman will die, but she seems determined to stave it off for as long as possible and take as many people as she can down with her when she goes.

Traits or resources: Landed, Intrigue, Northern Blood

[Ardas]

I swore to myself last time that the next one would be different.... but you aren't monarch on this occasion, so you are in.

[Roboson]

Is there a rough ETA on when this game will begin?

[Ardas]

By this weekend, if all goes well - life obligations and all that.