Men of Majesty Themesong
G R U L N A
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Full Name: Grulna Bogwater
Age: 23
Race: Half-Orkhai, Half-Rathor
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs
Occupation: Milk Maid, Folk Healer
Title: None
NPC Type: Personal
Influence: 3
Skills
Animal Husbandry; Master
Animal Handling; Expert
Singing; Expert
Instrumentals, Drum; Journeyman
Medicine; Journeyman
Apothecary; Journeyman
Description:
Ash grey skin, large freckles and vitiligo. Her purpose, caring for the land. Beautiful and kind, she is a well known figure in Adela. Doing folk healing with local herbs and making potions and poultices for people with aliments, she also does ritual singing and traditional medicine work with drums. Soft spoken and gentle, she is half orkhai and half rathor, her rathor half being a cow. Taking after more of her orkhai heritage you would only know she was half rathor by the dark vitiligo spots all over her body, reminiscent of a cow's spots. Because of her heritage she also tends to cows, making the majority of the milk found in Adela. By the end of the story she will carry his child, someone who he has no contact with his entire life. (Unless a mod wants to pick this up and mod for me at a later date, grandchild possibly?)
M I R T H
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Full Name: Mirth Sead
Age: 175
Race: Rathor
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 265 lbs
Occupation: Esquire
Title: Lord Mirth
NPC Type: Personal
Influence: 3
Skills
Mentalism; Master
Grave; Expert
Blades, Daggers; Expert
Poison; Expert
Politics; Journeyman
Tactics; Journeyman
Torture; Journeyman
Description:
Lord Mirth is a not a kind man, nor filled with any mirth in good spirit. Ruling over Adela with an iron fist he lies to the Men of Majesty saying he needs their protection from the village, when in reality he manipulates them into exploiting the village itself for his own personal gain. A master mentalist he is not above pulling tricks to get his way. Vindictive and cruel he is known to torture others to get his way. Secretly practicing Grave since its inception, being part of a secret death cult who were part of its birth, in the year 4508 he is an expert in the magic and one of the first to wield it-- for evil. Defecting from his previous cult he decides to set up his own, one dedicated to himself, and he needs more bodies for his cult and future undead army.
M U G R O C K
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Full Name: Mugrock Saraghen
Age: 27
Race: Orkhai, Clan Saraghen
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 245 lbs
Occupation: Mercenary
Title: None
NPC Type: Personal
Influence: 4
Skills
Axes; Expert
Polearms; Expert
Hunting; Expert
Acrobatics; Journeyman
Ranged Weaponry, Bow; Journeyman
Mount; Journeyman
Survival; Journeyman
Appraisal; Journeyman
Description:
Vrak's Best Friend. The last words Vrak ever speaks to him, "You my friend have become an animal of the worst degree..." The young and honorable leader of Men of Majesty. Raised as an orkhai among other orkhai he eventually left his village in search of something more, something more than himself. Tame for an orkhai in most circumstances he has a lust for blood he satiates with the hunt. Unfortunately he is the first to figure out Mirth's plan but is heavily addicted to the drugs he is being fed. By the time Vrak understands everything in this story it will be too late to save his best friend's soul.
Taking place in the made up village of Adela, Radenor (Vestria) in the year 4508 Podvrak loses his innocence in this next dozen solos. I am hoping this story will be as long as a novella and will focus on the physical aspects of Podvrak's skill debt. The story line involves the dead Faction Men of Majesty aiding Mirth in a long string of crimes which they are not cognizant of due to poisoned absinthe and mind wiping from Mirth's points in Mentalism and poison. There is love and loss in this story and by the end all of these NPCs will be dead or dead to Podvrak in a social way. This is fleshing out this aspect of Vrak's history, he will be 85 when these threads take place.
Caring not for the wars of the land anymore he instead joined a band called Men of Majesty, lured in by promises of glory and honor. During his time spent with them, he came to like them. Even calling some of them brothers, sisters. They came under the employment of a Rathor man and noble named Mirth who was so severe he put Podvrak’s sensibilities to shame. Mirth was from the Vestria region of Radenor and was secretly after power. He convinced the band that his plots would give them the glory they deserved and then when he finally ruled they would become his personal knights. Podvrak at first didn’t sense what was going on, the dirtiness of it all, until Mirth's plot of drugging them and initiating them into his cult. Mirth claimed that he was a god, their god, and that he would rule over his land with them as his iron fist.
The money was good, none of the Men of Majesty at first would admit to buying into the man’s cult but as the money and the drugs got not just good but great Podvrak could no longer take it. The old, weary man couldn’t stand for the injustice and in a fit of blind, drugged rage murdered all of them during a ceremony. Standing in a pool of blood with a candelabra for a weapon he fled the gory scene, took all of their gold, tossed it into the streets of the previously terrorized village and left there forever. Never to return or speak of this moment in his lifetime. The things he had done, seen done, to the poor villagers were heinous in the highest degree and unfit for mortal ears. At least in the paladin’s eyes.
I am also requesting AF permission for Vrak. I am 27 years old!
Caring not for the wars of the land anymore he instead joined a band called Men of Majesty, lured in by promises of glory and honor. During his time spent with them, he came to like them. Even calling some of them brothers, sisters. They came under the employment of a Rathor man and noble named Mirth who was so severe he put Podvrak’s sensibilities to shame. Mirth was from the Vestria region of Radenor and was secretly after power. He convinced the band that his plots would give them the glory they deserved and then when he finally ruled they would become his personal knights. Podvrak at first didn’t sense what was going on, the dirtiness of it all, until Mirth's plot of drugging them and initiating them into his cult. Mirth claimed that he was a god, their god, and that he would rule over his land with them as his iron fist.
The money was good, none of the Men of Majesty at first would admit to buying into the man’s cult but as the money and the drugs got not just good but great Podvrak could no longer take it. The old, weary man couldn’t stand for the injustice and in a fit of blind, drugged rage murdered all of them during a ceremony. Standing in a pool of blood with a candelabra for a weapon he fled the gory scene, took all of their gold, tossed it into the streets of the previously terrorized village and left there forever. Never to return or speak of this moment in his lifetime. The things he had done, seen done, to the poor villagers were heinous in the highest degree and unfit for mortal ears. At least in the paladin’s eyes.
I am also requesting AF permission for Vrak. I am 27 years old!
