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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: TCFTS- Interest Check and OOC Thread
« on: March 09, 2013, 03:41:21 pm »
Quote from: HailFire on March 09, 2013, 03:37:15 pm
Quote from: Remuthra on March 09, 2013, 03:16:10 pm
Alright, I think my diety concept is good enough for me to go in. Are there other spheres than the ten elements?

Yes and no: Everything consists of the ten elements, of which you start out with control over two, but you aren't strictly limited to your spheres- manipulating them is just much cheaper, and less likely to attract attention. And later on, you might gain power over the other elements as you defeat your foes... but, to avoid the OOC drama I've seen in other, similar games (particularly Pantheon; no offense, Ghazkull), Visitors won't be able to directly attack each other (at least at first/without dire consequences/until they defeat all of your followers)

As an addendum to this, attacking other Visitors is probably a bad idea anyway, if you think about it. You'll have enough problems once the other Divines catch a whiff of you; you don't need to be squabbling amongst each other at the same time.

Maybe take care of that problem first, hm? :P

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: Derelict Frigates and Mining Colonies
« on: February 23, 2013, 11:24:57 pm »
Quote from: kahn1234 on February 21, 2013, 03:33:44 am
Kara looks on and sighs. Why cant anyone ever do things the easy way? she wonders.

Slowly walking towards Aster, Kara initiates what she believes to be a calming conversation.

"Aster," Kara calls "You dont have to worry about any supposed devils or whatever it is you superstitious vent-rats believe in. Nothing can get you whilst Jarrod and I are here, so calm down and come with me"

Stealing another glance at the black blood covered corpse, she admitted to herself it made her uncomfortable. However, Asters reaction was far too over the top. Hard to believe superstition is still rife in this day and age Kara muttered to herself.

Just in case she has to use her last resort, Kara slowly maneuvers into a position in which she could grab and subdue Aster if need be. 

Quote from: Weirdsound on February 21, 2013, 01:01:28 pm
Akito folds his hands and spares his engineer a glance to size her up. She had been with the ship before Akito had purchased it, and had stayed on in spite of the new captains dabbling in various unsightly arts. Perhaps her love of her station could be used as leverage to keep engineer in her place.

The captain gazes at the ceiling and speaks in a cold tone to nobody in particular. "It would be a pity if anybody had to be fired for cowardice here. I would have to dump them off at that backwater mining outpost. It could be months or years before a ship seeking crew or taking passengers comes along. It would be doubly sad if somebody chickened out and had to be fired while two perfectly competent guards are about."

Akito then kneels over the corpse and takes a good look at both it and the blood spatter to see if anything screams 'supernatural activity.'

Aster narrows her eyes at Kara and crosses her arms, about to deliver a scathing retort to the soldier's calling her concerns about the corpse's nature 'superstitious', but hesitates when she finds herself being assaulted from two angles at once, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. After a few moments, she straightens, arms still crossed, her expression hardening into anger and frustration as she growls, more toward Kara than toward the captain, oddly enough,

"Y'fuckin' crazy bastards, thinkin' guns and swords will do any good against th'lords a'Jigoku. Cappy should know better, he's th'one dealin' with magic and spirits and Ancestors know what else. And Lira too." She tacks the last sentence on almost as an afterthought, casting a brief look toward the medic, before glaring at Kara again.

In spite of her stance, however, Aster suddenly flinches back slightly, uncrossing her arms to bring her hand up and try to rub at her temples, only to meet the clear polyprop of her envirosuit helmet. She mutters something under her breath incomprehensible to the suit's communicator, before sighing and slumping over. Trudging past Akito and rudely shouldering the soldier aside, she mutters irritatedly, "Rustin'- ugh, now I'm startin' t'get a migraine. Fuck it, let's get this over with. If I get killed by demons I'm goin' t'bite, scratch, and claw my way out a'Jigoku just so I can have the pleasure a'hauntin' your ass, Fastbursts. And have fun tryin' to figure out how to run that shoddy fourth-rate bunch a'metal and its fossilized engine without me."

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: Derelict Frigates and Mining Colonies
« on: February 22, 2013, 03:16:13 pm »
Spoiler: I would like to point out the following to everyone on this thread. (click to show/hide)

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (OOC) - Now Accepting Waitlistings
« on: February 22, 2013, 03:14:11 pm »
Quote from: kahn1234 on February 21, 2013, 10:08:01 am
are people taking part in this little RP segment (or in fact this game) or has it died a slow painful, taint induced death?

For cryin' out loud, it was only a few hours since you posted your response, and it's only been a day now. Have a little patience! Just because there's a lull in between responses doesn't mean I or anyone else has abandoned it. :)

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: Derelict Frigates and Mining Colonies
« on: February 20, 2013, 11:47:59 pm »
Quote from: thatkid on February 17, 2013, 08:30:42 pm
<snip>
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Aster heads on over to the console...But it won't turn on. Probably because the ship is out of power. Barring that, she begins to root around beneath the console, eventually pulling aside a series of wires to reveal a button, almost hidden beneath the thing. This is the emergency switch for the ship's life support and power systems. Only the kami know if they'll still work, but the party will soon be privy to that information.
Rerouting the wires, and then hitting the necessary switches and buttons, Aster quickly finishes rooting about.
A low thrum moves through the walls of the creaking vessel, and the lights, in the bridge at least, suddenly flicker on before dying.
A moment later, everybody feels a lot heavier, and the floating debris- body, chair, blood and all- come crashing to the ground. The ship begins to rock, rhythmically, as debris in other sections begin to follow suit.

The lights flicker on, and then off, again. Dim, hardly receiving the power necessary to stay on for more than a few seconds, but they're on, at least. In the staccato lighting, near-useless as it is, the group is provided with a startling conclusion: The blood which has just splattered the floor is a brown-red in hue, but some, if not all, of the blood which splatters the damaged envirosuit of the corpse is a deep, dark black.

Aster lands on her back with a grunt as gravity reasserts itself, rolling onto her side to pull herself out by the side of the console, then pushing herself up onto her feet and pretending to dust off her shoulders with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"Fuck yeah. Sweet, sweet gravity. Damn, what would y'people do with... -out... me..." The engineer begins bragging into her helmet's radio, trailing off as her eyes reach the formerly floating corpse-- and its accompanying pool of oily black blood. Her own blood rapidly drains from her face, and she stumbles back, grabbing the rewired console behind her for support. Her mouth works, but either her communicator has stopped working or no words are coming out.

Quote from: kahn1234 on February 18, 2013, 04:33:10 am
Kara walks quickly back to the bridge.

"What the hell was that? do you WANT to bring every damn thing in this hulk down on top of us? We just lost the element of surprise!"

She then catches sight of the black blood.

"That seems familiar.....i seem to remember the instructors at the Imperial academy talking about something like this whilst showing us pictures and holotapes.... Anyway, this derelict is a curiosity. The turrets and other armaments seem to be loaded. The ammo stores also seem to be empty. Whatever happened here, it was violent and judging by that corpse, it wasn't pirates....."

Shifting her weight to the other foot, she motions to Aster. "I think its best if we take a look at the cargo bay, power core and engines, to at least stabilize the lights and life support. Cmon Aster, with me."

Escort Aster to the Engines/Power Core/Cargo bay to try and stabilize the ships systems and look for loot.

The redhead stands in a shocked stupor for several minutes, her face ashen and jaw slack with horror, not reacting to any conversation, nor to Kara's arrival or admonishments. When the soldier motions for her to follow, however, Aster seems to break out of her trance, and, trembling slightly, begins to shake her head rapidly. She retorts, making a sign across her chest with one hand, then with the other, "Are y'rustin' crazy?! What in th'name a'the Ancestors makes you think that's in any way, shape, or form a good idea? Do y'not see the same devilsigns that I do?"

Shaking her head, she adds as she turns to head to the exit, "Y'know what? Fuck it, I'm gettin' outta this pit, right now. No fucking Exponire-build's worth crossin' this threshold."

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: Derelict Frigates and Mining Colonies
« on: February 17, 2013, 01:51:52 pm »
Quote from: HailFire on February 13, 2013, 12:45:13 am
"Hey, Red; you guys got a plan yet? Nothin' on sensors yet; I-- oh." Homura greets Aster over the bridge speakers as she enters the bridge, but her tone flattens as the engineer starts shamelessly picking her pockets.

"Y'know, I can actually see you doing that. Like, literally. Since I'm hooked into the cameras.

...And you're going to do it anyway, 'cos it's my shift and I can't stop you. It'd be nice if you'd just, y'know, ask occasionally, 'cos I'd totally share.

...Probably." She sighs at length. "Yeah, you have fun with that. And pay me back this time, maybe?"
<snip>

Aster continues rummaging through the pilot's pockets, not even pausing her movements as she looks up to flash a shit-eating grin at one of the cameras. "It's almost like y'don't know me, 'Mura. Why ever would I ask when I can just swipe it straight from the pockets a'your unconscious body?"

((Time dissonance ftw!))

Quote from: HailFire on February 13, 2013, 12:45:13 am
<snip>
Upon hearing and feeling Aster scream and thrash awake, she drops back into her body as quickly as possible, jerking upright and yanking cords out of her head. "Shit, Red, you okay? C'mon, pull it together. You're with the boarding crew, ain'tcha?"
<snip>

Aster pants, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe a light sheen of sweat off her forehead. She blinks, then begins rubbing at her eyes with both hands before looking up to blink blearily at Homura. "I... fuck... ‘Mura? Tha’ you? Ugh..."

Without waiting for an answer, she lets out a groan and flops back on the floor. Unfortunately, she ends up hitting her head on a console halfway there, and, rubbing the back of her head with an obscene curse, she jerks back up, twisting around to glare at the offending metal panel. She mutters groggily as she begins to stand, "Yeah, yeah... boardin’ crew... m’fine... jus’ a dream..."

She stumbles slightly upon standing, but manages to steady herself on the same console she hit her head on, reaching to rub her back with a wince, "Ah, fuck... learn me t’sleep on th’rustin’ floor..."

((Time dissonance ftw!))

Quote from: HailFire on February 15, 2013, 10:08:32 pm
Quote from: scapheap on February 13, 2013, 02:29:50 am
"You don't have to sound so cheerful."

Homura looks up at Greg's comment, eyebrow invisibly quirked behind the impenetrable curtain of her bangs. " 'Bout what, the drifter? Shit dude, you don't even like treasure?

...Fuck, tell me what it's like to be a joyless, empty shell of a man sometime." She mutters, slowly shaking her head as she digs through the detritus pilfered from her pockets for a smoke and a lighter, and passes them to Aster. "Here, toke up."

Standing, Homura tilts her head when the captain's announcement comes over the intercom. " 'Taint'? Shit, that doesn't sound good..." She sighs, fiddling with a dial at the back of her neck as she slides back into her seat. "Well, Red, was gonna invite you along while I hit the showers if you wanted t' talk, since I figured they had things handled over there, but I guess me and the Daimyo of the honorable Boring Clan here need to stay plugged in so we can beat it in case the others get eaten by aliens or somethin'... so seeya inna bit, yeah?"

Aster grins at Homura’s jab, taking a long drag from the drugstick before exhaling a cloud of smoke in Greg’s general direction, though she’s not quite near enough for it to really affect him. "Can always count on you for a laugh and a half, Blue." She pauses, then adds with a chuckle as she moves to take another drag, "An’ a good high, too!"

The engineer waves the raven-haired pilot’s concern off, passing the smoke back to her. She replies nonchalantly, loosening a strap on her light armor near her chest as she moves toward the airlock, "I’m fine ‘Mura. Told y’it was just a dream. S’hardly out’a the ordinary. An’ fuck, if aliens come out lookin’ for a meal I’ll jus’ wave the cappy at ‘em, that’ll lose their appetite right quick."

Pausing just before moving out of sight to give Homura a sly grin, Aster adds, "Wouldn’ mind takin’ y’up on that shower, though!"

((Time dissonance ftw!))

Aster follows after the others cautiously, eyes flicking across the room with almost paranoid intensity before flinching back at the sight of the floating corpse, "Fuckin’ fires a’Jigoku! Why don’t y’warn a girl about this kind a’shit before y’have her step inside the floatin' death trap!"

Clutching at her heart for a moment, the engineer shakes her head in the helmet of the envirosuit muttering curses as she awkwardly makes her way through the zero-gravity environment towards a console. The suit’s radio barely picks up some of the words. "Fuck-... can’t be... assed t’fuckin’... rustin’... these condi-... fuckin’ lucky I’m..."

Aster finally reaches the console with a clumsy leap and a grunt. She steadies herself with a hand on the edge of the unit before beginning to tap at it, cursing even more when the thick fingers of her envirosuit leave her accidentally mashing the wrong buttons. Calming herself down, she resumes tapping, slower and more purposefully this time, muttering to herself, "Let’s see what we have here..."

Check the console for any extra information about the current state of the ship, logs of the previous days to see if she can find out what happened, and any emergency power protocols so she can have some goddamn gravity around here.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (OOC) - Now Accepting Waitlistings
« on: February 12, 2013, 11:23:53 am »
Quote from: kahn1234 on February 12, 2013, 08:37:09 am
we're in the 31st century, right?

then Mass Driver weapons would probably be around about now. As would things like fusion power, nanotechnology, holograms and hydroponics and other 'near future' technology. I mean, we are talking about 1000 years into the future, and we already have these things today, to varying degrees, but then again, it is up to you.

I'm looking forward to the timeline though.

An apocalyptic event of the magnitude specified by the GM could easily lead to a new Dark Age, which we may have only recently recovered from. In which case, we're lucky to have as much as we do. :P

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: We've got options.
« on: February 10, 2013, 09:25:31 pm »
Quote from: kahn1234 on February 10, 2013, 05:52:13 pm
Kara's expression turns sour at hearing the term 'Slater'.

"I do not like being called names. You would do well to remember that, ventscum." Kara makes sure to put ample emphesis on the last word.

Grabbing her machine-rifle, kara quickly checks the micro-fusion battery casing, ammo, sights and EM rails on the barrel. Everything is in working order and a fresh 100 round mag is attached. Pulling the priming lever, Kara chambers one of the imperial navy's famed steel-encased high explosive rounds and smiles. 'Oh the fights we've been in together' she muses to herself.

After briefly checking her equipment and EVA suit (both former Imperial navy gear), Kara decides to confer with Jarrod about possible tactics to use when boarding the derelict.

Aster shrugs at Kara with blithe disregard of the insult and/or implied threat, as well as the soldier's irritation at the engineer's 'nickname', shifting to rest the blade of her halberd against a nearby wall. While the other woman turns away to inspect her rifle, the redhead sticks her tongue out at Kara with all the maturity of a toddler mid-tantrum. She swiftly affects a look of bored indifference when Kara looks back up, in spite of the fact that her gaze is directed toward Jerrod and not Aster.

After a scant few seconds, perhaps even before the gunmonk has a chance to begin conversing with Kara, Aster yawns and declares, with little to no warning whatsoever, "Wow, this s'boring. I'm gonna go hit the hay. Wake me up when the action starts."

Without waiting for any reply, Aster dashes off, shifting to the side just in time to dodge past Jerrod then smashing the door's button with barbaric decorum. She squeezes herself through the gap as the blast door slowly slides open and flounces off with nary a glance back-- although anyone who might bother to glance at her before the door slides closed might note that she's going in the direction of the bridge, not the living quarters.

Head towards the bridge and pat Homura down for drugs and/or food without regard for location, bystanders, or propriety in general, before plopping down on the floor beside her pilot's chair and enjoying the fruits of her spoils. Then take a nap on the floor at the pilot's feet.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: We've got options.
« on: February 10, 2013, 01:32:55 am »
Quote from: kahn1234 on February 09, 2013, 10:42:57 am
(Sorry i havent been as active as i could be, came down with the flu....)

"I have plenty of misgivings about boarding a derelict which contains unknown lifesigns, espcially a derelict that may have lost pressure and life support"

Kara looked towards her conrade in arms, Jarrod, before continuing.

"It reminds me too much of the botched recovery of the Battlecruiser 'Diomedes' during my time in the navy....." She shudders as she remembers the zero-g, vacuum-dwelling aliens that attacked her team.

Kara decides to quickly changing the subject:
"Are we looking for anything important? like equipment that could help give this old hulk some half-decent engines?"
Quote from: Kadzar on February 09, 2013, 05:08:01 pm
"Well, our first priority will be to locate and identify the lifesigns aboard the ship, to find out if they're civilian or pirate, and see if they need our help in any way. Fara and I will have to look over the schematics to set up a plan of attack and identify some fallback positions and escape routes in case things go wrong."

Jerrod takes a copy of the schematics so that he may confer with Fara on their plan of attack, tactical positions within the ship, and possible escape routes just in case.

The engineer scratches the back of her head, shrugging at Kara with a cryptic expression on her face as she moves to heft a large halberd, the haft nearly twice her tiny frame, over her shoulder with disquieting ease, "Your guess s'good as mine, buddy. The scans indicate that the derelict's got a bunch a'parts tagged Exponire, which have a reputation for bein' mediocre but cheap. Warpdrive's Sonuius-made, though, and they're usually pretty reliable as far as drives go. Every company has its goods and its bads, though; won't be able to tell for certain until I can actually get my hands on those suckers. Unless y'have a database a'every hunk a'space junk that's ever been manufactured somewhere around here that you haven't seen fit to tell me about before, slater?"

She pauses and turns toward Jerrod, the blade of her halberd missing by centimeters nearly anyone and everyone in her vicinity as she comments seriously, "If there's any living thing of known space still alive in there, drop 'em by the Imperial labs for the whitecoats to poke and prod at, 'cause someone just discovered the secret of immortality. Or at least the secret of surviving in a zero-oxygen, zero-pressure, and absolute-zero environment. Those hulls couldn't possibly be running life support in that condition."

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: We've got options.
« on: February 09, 2013, 01:03:41 am »
"Looks like the ship was hit by a shitton of asteroids, though that kind of damage isn't exactly easy to come by accidentally. With those engines and a half-decent pair a'pilots, 'isn't exactly easy' becomes 'you must've been on fumes'." Aster remarks as she straightens, tucking an errant strand of rust-red hair behind an ear as she continues,

"With hulls in that condition, I'll be damned if the life support is still online." She pauses to let that sink in, then adds as she turns to leave the bridge and gather the two guards, wherever they may be, "Make sure we have back-up."

Get the two guards, grab supplies, get into envirosuits, etc.


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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (IC) - Chapter 1: We've got options.
« on: February 08, 2013, 04:30:13 pm »
Aster yawns widely, not bothering to cover her mouth as she leisurely wanders the bridge. Her left hand absentmindedly plays with a white marble, tossing and catching and rolling it over her knuckles dexterously. She makes her way towards a nearby display console, muttering a gruff, absentminded greeting towards the resident captain and medic even as she rudely cuts in front of them to peer curiously at the console.

"A derelict, eh?" The engineer muses to herself as she taps a few buttons with her right hand, looking over the data brought up by the sensors. Her left hand slips the white marble into a pocket in her jacket as she skims through, blowing a strand of short red hair out of her eyes. "Alright, let's see what we've got here..."

Take a look at the data Akito gathered and see if I can glean some more out of it. Furthermore, try to discern what sort of damage the ship has sustained, and guess at what exactly caused that damage.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (OOC) - Now Accepting Applicants
« on: February 05, 2013, 07:16:42 pm »
Quote from: Weirdsound on February 05, 2013, 06:50:30 pm
Looking at my character sheet, I feel obligated to inform you that your captain will have some reputation issues, so it would be nice if somebody were to make a politician with a silver tongue to counteract that.

You proooooooo8a8bly should've thought of that 8efore you applied for that position with a disgr8ced mad scientist who aspires to 8e a full necromancer, captain. :P

Nevertheless, I'm fairly sure that we'll be able to find some unscrupulous soul willing to talk smooth and smile big for us.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Ballad of the Stars (OOC) - Now Accepting Applicants
« on: February 04, 2013, 11:15:33 pm »
Name: Aster Red.
Age: 22.
Gender: Female.
Role: 1st- Head Engineer, 2nd- Pilot A/B, 3rd- Regular engineer if possible, 4th- None otherwise.
Class: Special.
Starsign: Aquarius.
Humor: Phlegmatic.

Spoiler: Description (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Background (click to show/hide)

Personal Effects:
Multitool.
Revolver.
Toolbox.
Spaceship parts.
White marble.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: You are King 4.1
« on: January 01, 2013, 05:11:55 pm »
Ilmatar casts her gaze towards her clanhead briefly, unmoving on the granite boulder she sat upon, leaning against her whalebone glaive. The glaive clacked lightly against the stone as she adjusted it, leaning back to scan the clouded grey skies. When the answer comes, her lips do not move, her voice coming instead on the murmur of the north wind, lightly disturbing strands of hair and grass as it passes,

"Tide changes, seas rise. Rough becomes wave. Leaves still until dusk. Retreat from forest with sun."

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: You are King 4.1 OOC Thread
« on: December 31, 2012, 09:52:37 pm »
Name: Ilmatar Thunderpaw

Gender: Female

Appearance: Beautiful in an androgynous sort of way, Ilmatar's thin, ethereal platinum blonde hair frames her sharp-featured, fey face like strands of thin brass wire, all smooth jawline, high cheekbone, and pointed chin. Her narrow, pale blue eyes glint like fragments of ice off mountaintops or oceanic glaciers, while her near-translucent skin and slim, muscular frame resembles smooth, blue-veined marble. She is most often clad seen clad in leather and fur armor, cut for maximum protection without sacrificing mobility.

Bio: Ilmatar's mother, Luonnotar, was a woman who became a man by the standards of her clan by killing a sperm whale with nothing but her glaive. According to local folk tales, she raced orcas every morning, wrestled bears every evening, and drank two hogsheads of ale with every meal. Nine months before Ilmatar was born, Luonnotar mysteriously disappeared while on a routine whaling trip. Her lover, Ulfbehrt, a well-respected warrior in his own right, set out in his own ship to search for her, returning only periodically for supplies. Though in time even her closest blood relatives told him that she was surely long dead, he continued his search, braving the horrors of the great sea for months. Finally, almost five months later, he found her, curled up in a tiny rowboat with no oars, half-freezing to death-- and five months pregnant.

The four months leading up to Ilmatar's birth was marked by strange behavior from Luonnotar, who was often found wandering the same length of ocean shore for hours on end, meandering pace unchanging even as the tide turned from low to high. Her skin almost always felt like ice to the touch, though she never once shivered or complained of the cold. Ulfbehrt feared that she had been touched by evil spirits, but his love for her combined with his uncertainty regarding the origin of her unborn child stayed his hand all the way until the day Luonnotar died in childbirth, leaving her distraught lover and newborn baby behind-- a baby that looked nothing like him, but bore a great resemblance to the fey spirits of the sea. In his grief and rage, the vengeful warrior placed the infant in a small cradle, cut her throat with the tooth of a shark, and pushed her out to sea, praying that she would be torn apart by bloodthirsty sharks or hungry whales. When the spirits did not deign to send her back, he assumed she was.

Twenty-four years later, exactly one day after Ulfbehrt's unfortunate death in a hunting accident, a strange young woman arrived in the clan's stronghold, claiming descent from one Luonnotar Thunderpaw-- a mute that could speak with the strains of the wind. She was dressed in barbarian leather and wielded a glaive carved from whalebone, while a bloodstained shark's tooth hung on a string of leather around her neck-- just below a thick white scar that cut across her throat like a fin through waves.

Skills: Mage (Wild; Wind, Blood), Weaponmastery (Polearm)

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