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    The Red Festival (Open)

    Thalacrel stood against the wooden wall of a hut that was hastily erected at the edge of the festival site, with his horse, Zalhandir, next to him. He gazed around the area, watching monkeys lighting structures aflame, demonic beings slaughtering the helpless prisoners, and the only other person here who appeared to be a human - he was approached by a large unfriendly mob, before he unexpectedly transformed into demon, wings beating and horns stretching back from his head. What else was new. Having tagged along with the hobgoblin army from the village, he was led here, to what appeared to be a festival of blood. Something knocked against his heel. He looked down at his feet, and spotted a freshly decapitated head, the wound having dried up and blood no longer gushing out from the neck. He gave it a good kick and sent it rolling a distance away. With all the chaos happening in front of him, he wondered if he would be assaulted due to the fact that he was human, even though at this point he despises the human race as much as any creature here at the festival. Pulling his cowl over his head, he leapt onto his horse, preparing to leave at any moment's notice. He was not planning to - it was simply a precaution. He wished to simply stay at the side, unnoticed, and enjoy all the bloodshed from a distance. There was movement to his right - he glanced down and saw a frail man dragging himself across the grass, leaving a trail of blood - one of his legs was gone. "Help...help me!" he gasped, arms stretched towards him, with a mix of fear and relief in his eyes. Thalacrel unsheathed his sword, and gave the man a swift swipe across his back. The man slumped to the ground, blood spilling out from his mouth and staining the soil, with Zalhandir giving a short snort in response. Thalacrel knew that this was nothing compared to the more elaborate murders committed by the other creatures here at the festival, but he wasn't there to impress. While he was not as powerful as all the others, he was still learning.
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    Party Favors (Open, Small Raid)

    Flames swirled into view, the searing heat forcing Zalhandir to make a quick turn away from the fire. Thalacrel stared on as the fire engulfed the villagers that he was about to slice into. Even through his cowl, the heat wave singed parts of his body, the prickly sensation forcing him to cover his face with his arms. The flames dissipated as quickly as they had materialized. Looking forwards, he saw nothing - the villagers were gone, a testament to the warlord's power. The frog girl was nowhere in sight. As he looked on, the draconian girl attempted another attack, but failed, and was captured in the process. ”LET’S GO KID!!” The warlord yelled back at him in that deep, commanding voice. Without hesitation, Zalhandir begun galloping towards him - just then, Thalacrel caught movement to the side - a figure darted past the hobgoblins, heading straight for the girl. A moment later, smoke erupted into the air - it spread quickly, engulfing Thalacrel and obscuring his vision. He let out a few coughs, and glanced around, trying to find the one responsible for the bomb, but he could not do so through the thick cloud. However, he could still hear the loud, booming words of the warlord. He was warning the girl and the one who assisted her escape, affirming that destruction would soon come to the rest of Terrenus, and to them as well. ”Leave now. Or perish, child," he finished. As the wisps of smoke were cleared away by the wind, he observed as the hobgoblins resumed their work, gathering the survivors with the help of several wolves which had their teeth barred to force the villagers into the cages. It was over. What now? He decided that he would tag along with the small army - he had much to learn.
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    The Red Festival (Dangerous Party)

    @supernal Oh i'm so sorry, I should've browsed the roleplay FAQ more thoroughly..thanks for your help, i understand now! 😅
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    The Red Festival (Dangerous Party)

    Hahahaha joining the evil side bebs! (My character is quite under powered but hey its kool) One a side note, sorry but i have a small question - it doesn't matter if your character participates in like say an event that takes place after another thread, even though the previous thread's story is still being updated, right? So both threads can go on simultaneously with the same character without any problems as long as the timeline is distinguished? Sorry haha im still quite new to this XD
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    Party Favors (Open, Small Raid)

    After her speech, the girl headed towards the warlord with the rest of the survivors in tow. He didn't mind that lecture, he was not at all affected or moved by her words, but did they really think they would stay a chance? Thalacrel pondered. He thought about tonight's encounter with the being, and also the desperate attempts made by the two to stop him. He felt a sense of...trust, after the way the warlord spoke to him - as though he understood what Thalacrel had gone through. It was decided. With a quick swing of his sword, he aimed it forward, squinting his eyes. Zalhandir scraped one of its hooves against the ground, scraping out chunks of soil in the process - it was rearing to go. Thalacrel gave it a gentle pat - he had no need for spurs to urge the horse to accelerate by hurting it. The bond between them was built upon mutual trust and friendship, far greater than any relationship between him and any other human. Zalhandir let out an angry, long neigh, and bolted forwards. Its thundering hooves threw up soil and dust in its wake, and Thalacrel leaned forwards to maintain his balance atop the horse. The wind rushed into his face, blowing the cowl off his head and tugging his face scarf backwards. Zalhandir was still gaining speed, its mane billowing behind its neck close to Thalacrel's face. He lowered his sword, holding it parallel to the ground and stretching it outwards, ready to slice into anyone who was unlucky enough to be in their path. They were quickly closing distance between them and the back of the villagers, who were rushing towards the warlord. Crunch time.
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    Party Favors (Open, Small Raid)

    @Dredge @Metty @Titana A flash, and a blast shot towards the warlord. Thalacrel looked on as it struck him, but the man quickly recovered and begun laughing, and a few of the helpless children begun floating, desperately clawing at their neck as though they were being strangled by an invisible force. Thalacrel should have felt disturbed and horrified, but instead he felt strangely calm, as though he had witnessed an event like this many times before. Strange indeed. "Hey," he heard a hushed voice, seemingly directed to him. He turned to the right and spotted the frog-girl. "You up there! Please help me! I don't want everyone to be taken by this evil man, and I think he might kill the girl! I don't have a lot of strength to make a shield for long, but I know strength comes in numbers. I don't know why you were just standing here while people were being slaughtered, but now is the time to do something, and strength comes in numbers!" Thalacrel stayed silent and watched as she went to a gathering of survivors and tried to urge them to assist in the fight against the warlord. He mused at her efforts, which although noble, was pointless. He gave the reins a slight tug, and Zalhandir galloped to the frog girl's side. "You can't beat him, you know that." He drew his sword and pointed it at the draconian, continuing, with his voice muffled by his face scarf: "she might get killed, you say? Look at her, the way she uses fuels her attacks with energy - a miss and the group of villagers back there will be electrocuted. Clearly she doesn't care about their lives, and neither do I." Playing the hero would always end badly, especially against such a powerful foe. The girl was naive - the warlord was just giving the villagers what they deserved. The news of the destruction of nearby villages should have already urged them to evacuate, yet they stayed. Thalacrel himself had heard the news, but was convinced that it was just a fake rumour, until a few moments ago, where he witnessed the full power of the being with his own eyes. He glanced back at him. They way the warlord spoke to him just now was strangely soothing and polite, which was in contrast to all the chaos he had unleashed upon the village and its people. He was now engaging the draconian girl, and looked like he enjoyed himself. Thalacrel would not interrupt his fun, but he decided to ensure that the others did not, too. He hung his sword low, by the side of Zalhandir, and spoke to the frog-girl. "Get out of here, before he comes and ends all of you."
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    Party Favors (Open, Small Raid)

    @Dredge @Metty @Titana The being spoke. "Hello, child. I assume you wish to speak to me?" Thalacrel was surprised - one would not expect such politeness from a dangerous warlord, but he appreciated it. He was about to open his mouth and speak when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young looking girl dashing towards them. She looked different - she had a tail. It reminded Thalacrel of the feral dragons that inhabited the mountains and peaks of Terrenus - she was probably a draconian, one of the rarer sentient species...and she looked like she wanted a fight. Just before she reached striking distance, a barrier materialized between the girl and the warlord, shimmering with psychic energy. Thalacrel turned and spotted another woman, the caster of the psychic shield. She, too, looked different. Her exterior looked like a cross between a human and an amphibian, yet she somehow retained a form of beauty. Not that Thalacrel was attracted to her. He had other things in mind. The being mocked the draconian girl's attempt to strike him, and let out a whistle. His minions dragged a group of helpless villagers to his feet, and he placed his enormous blade next to their necks. Smart, Thalacrel thought. Perhaps he would have other uses for the hostages when he was done, such as manipulating them to join his ranks, and assist in the being's quest to cleanse the continent... The man spoke: ”Oh! How rude of me! I’m Dredge, and these are my fine band of men. Who wants to play a game? If you win, I’ll let everyone go safe and sound. Not a single hair ruffled. Even you in the back, frog girl. Come here, play a game. It’ll be fun.” Thalacrel gave a faint smile behind his face mask at his mocking tone. He strode towards Zalhandir, and leapt onto its saddle, giving the horse a slight pat on the flank. He would not be directly participating in the "game" - he was not confident in engaging the draconian; their species' combat prowess, along with their powers, were well known. On the other hand, he was sure the warlord would be able to take her on. He mused at his sudden change of thoughts and feelings - perhaps it was caused by the dark aura emitted by the otherworldly being? It doesn't matter - Thalacrel decided that he would simply remain at the side to watch and learn.
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    Party Favors (Open, Small Raid)

    The loud shrieks jolted him awake. Thalacrel sighed. Couldn't he just get some well-deserved sleep? He had been travelling for days now, only managing a few short hours of sleep in a rugged tent, swarmed by all manners of irritating insects...the screams and yells persisted. Something wasn't right. Thalacrel could pick up the panicked neighs of Zalhandir, his horse, who was supposed to be resting outside the inn that he was temporarily residing in. There was trouble. "Crap," he uttered. For a second, he sat on the mattress, pondering on what to do. It was probably a bandit raid. He could handle that. He reached for his longsword, unsheathing it and staring at its rusted surface. It's old, but it'll do against some measly raiders. While Thalacrel wasn't the most skilled swordsman around, handling bandits should prove no problem for him. His thoughts wandered as he begun darting around the room, grabbing his clothing and preparing to meet the raiders...he should really get some upgrades - an old rusty sword wouldn't do him much good if he finds himself in combat with some skilled, powerful foe in the future. Maybe invest in one of those modern magi-tech rifles? He didn't have enough money for that... He quickly snapped back into focus, donning his cowl and face scarf, and raced downstairs. He slammed through the main door, preparing to meet the enemy... Thalacrel's eyes widened as his brain slowly processed the scene that unfolded in front of him. Huts burned, flames spewing black smoke across the village. The villagers were rushing away, screaming and crying. Some bodies laid on the ground in pools of blood. Desperate cries and shouts could be heard, joined by sinister, high-pitched yells. War cries. Unfamiliar creatures the poured into the heart of the village, and it took a while for Thalacrel to recognize them. Hobgoblins. He personally had never tangled with one before, which was surprising given the fact that they were so common in the wilds of Terrenus. He was again confident that he could handle one, but these beasts here were different. They sported...armour? Thoughts raced through his head as he swiftly retreated back into the inn, slamming the door shut. Armour, on such vile, uncivilized creatures? This was no mere raid. Their numbers also attested to this. Packs of hobgoblins were common, but this was on a whole new level. What in the name of Gaia was going on? Thalacrel gnashed his teeth. He should go rescue the surviving villagers, get them out of the way...suddenly something engulfed him and overtook his thoughts. The air grew still, the screaming outside slowly faded away...a cold sensation gripped his heart - it was neither panic, nor fear. He closed his eyes as new thoughts sprang up in his head - for a moment, he was horrified by them. He could hear himself thinking: let them be, what have they done for you anyway? What has the world done for you? But it was true. Neglected, unappreciated by the people around him...that was what made him the person he was today, the socially awkward, reclusive Thalacrel. For all his trips across Terrenus, only his loyal steed was there to keep him company, and no one else. Whenever he attempted to provide assistance to a stranger, he normally got nothing in return, not even a simple gesture of gratitude. While he did remember that encounter with an elf a few days ago, she definitely was not from this world. The people here were selfish, inconsiderate and distrustful. This was what the world had become. There was someone in the village. He sensed it. Thalacrel had never really been interested in the arcane, hence he did not know how this feeling struck him - yet it was there. A cold, eerie presence, formidable and intimidating. He felt strangely drawn to it. He pushed the door open and strode outside, breathing in the curls of smoke that were dancing all over him. He stepped over the bodies of the fallen, not registering their presence, and ignored the hobgoblins which were scampering all around him, looting and killing. Thalacrel only had one goal at the moment, and that was to find him. There was a figure, standing on the hillside. Tall, muscular, commanding. The light from the flames reflected off his wide, heavy armour. Horns curved upwards from his helmet, and sinister yellow eyes laid upon the destruction that was unfolding all around him. In his massive, armour-clad hands was an equally humongous blade, so thick and heavy that Thalacrel was sure it could slice cleanly through the hide of the toughest dragon around. That was him. Thalacrel had heard tales of a destructive being wrecking havoc here in Terrenus throughout the past month, and he had previously dismissed these accounts as simply one of those tavern stories told by drunks. Yet this being now stood before him. While others might panic and flee at the sight of such a horrifying figure, Thalacrel stood rooted to the ground. There still was an element of fear in him, but it was quickly thrown aside, with respect and grim determination filling its place. He was sure this being held answers to his troubles. Sheathing his sword, Thalacrel stared at the figure with a look of anticipation in his eyes, while Zalhandir trotting to his side without a neigh of protest, sensing Thalacrel's will.
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    Tavern of Legend Season 3

    @Scapechild An arm wrapped around Thalacrel's back, causing him to shudder slightly. He glanced over to the right - there was another man sitting next to him. Another stranger. He wasn't used to being so intimate with strangers - but he decided to let it slip. The man had a smile on his face - he seems friendly enough. "Cheers," Thalacrel managed, before taking another gulp of rum and slamming the bottle back down onto the table, letting out a small burp in the process. He turned back towards the group, expecting the drunk man to continue his speech about the fog banks, and the treasure. He couldn't wait to leave the tavern and start his journey, and started tapping his boots against the planked floor impatiently. Was waiting for the drunk man worth it? He could just order a few more bottles of rum to be stored in his backpack, leave the tavern and be well on his way. He settled on waiting for another minute or so, hoping to get something out of the drunk man's words.
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    Tavern of Legend Season 3

    Thalacrel had been listening in for quite a while. The strangers off to the side had been conversing for some time, until a tall, muscular man bumped into them, to which Thalacrel quickly averted his gaze. After that, he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation - the drunk man had mentioned something about treasure hidden in some exotic-sounding location. He sipped the last bit of liquid before opening his palm, letting go of the empty bottle and allowing it to tumble onto the surface of the wooden table. That was good rum. Giving his face a quick wipe with the back of his hand, he stood up and strode towards the counter, giving the bartender a gesture for another bottle of rum. He wasn't fond of the other ale and drinks sold here - the only drink he enjoyed here was the sweet rum. His thoughts went back to the drunk man's words. Platinum Fog Banks? Hidden truth? Now that sounded mighty exciting. Being a seasoned explorer, he was always interested in roaming the lands and discovering new places. The drunk man mentioned something about a 'hidden treasure'? Hell, worth a shot! Unless it was all gibberish, of course. He was drunk after all. Grabbing the new bottle of rum, Thalacrel quickly unscrewed the cap and let the brown liquid flow down his throat - the tantalizing sweetness almost numbed his tongue, followed by the strong burning sensation in his throat. He then stumbled across the tavern towards the small group, slightly drunk as well. Just as he reached the group, the muscular man was inquiring about the 'Platinium Fog Banks', so Thalacrel decided to plant himself next to the three strangers, awaiting an answer from the drunk man.
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    Learning the language. [Open]

    As she drank, Thalacrel watched on. He didn't wish to appear creepy, but his curiosity was aroused - there was something not right about her. The blood? What was she doing out here in the first place? And the way that she was gulping up the water suggested that she had gone through some tough ordeal...his gaze fell upon the blade she had been wielding - sticky, partially dried bloodstains was spread across its metal surface. Thalacrel compared the difference in length between the hilt and the blade, and deduced that the weapon was most likely a dagger, albeit a rather humongous one - for her, anyway. This showed that she was no mere damsel in distress; she had the ability to wield such a weapon to defend herself. Something wasn't right, but he decided not to question. The elf finished, and she handed the empty bottle back to him. That was fast. He grabbed it and quickly shoved it back into his backpack - he'll refill it if he encounters another small stream or river later on in the journey - besides, he wasn't desperate for it, rum will do. The elf gestured to herself and spoke: "Itylra." Thalacrel raised his eyebrows, and repeated the word. "Itylra." He felt something inside him - was it pride, that someone actually was interested in introducing himself or herself to him? He then pointed at himself and grinned:" Thalacrel. Or you can call me Thal. Or Shrike, but the last one's kinda edgy." Thalacrel, noticing how tired and worn she appeared to be, raised his hand and wiggled two fingers to simulate someone walking, and then pointed at Zalhandir, who was currently munching at some shoots growing out from the forest floor. "Can i get you anywhere?"
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    Learning the language. [Open]

    Thalacrel understood. He strode back to Zalhandir, who was neighing in protest due to the delay. "Dude, chill," he murmured as he patted the horse's flank. His leather backpack was still strapped onto its back. Thalacrel reached out for it, grabbed it and browsed through its contents. Tools, micro-potions, a magi-tech navigator device, and some glass bottles. He picked one out - it was transparent and had slushing brown liquid in it. Rum that he had picked up from the tavern. He removed the cap, and quickly poured some down his throat. The sweetness, followed by the strong burning sensation. That's the stuff, but he'd better not let her drink that, given her current condition. He quickly glanced back to see if the elf was noticing that he was distracted from his task. Thalacrel then swiftly dumped the bottle back into the backpack and reached for another one. Water. He grabbed it, and hurried back to the elf. She was still sitting there, waiting for him to deliver water, it was slightly pressurizing, given that he rarely interacted with other humans, let alone an el - his legs suddenly caught a tree root and he stumbled forwards. The bottle flew forwards, but he regained his balance and quickly shot his hand out, grabbing it. That was embarrassing. He strode to the elf and handed the bottle to her, trying his best not to seem awkward, even though in his mind he was furiously chiding himself over that minor mistake.
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    Learning the language. [Open]

    As she turned, Thalacrel, was entranced by her looks for a moment, but quickly shook it off. She had pointy ears, and was definitely an elf. From Thalacrel's knowledge, the local high elves in Terrenus, known to the locals as the Veldamari, were taller, and he quickly discerned that she was probably from somewhere else. He remembered from tales and legends that many different types of elves existed from other worlds and dimensional planes. Asur, Druchii, Ruar-tel-quessir, Teu-tel-quessir, Or-tel-quessir...he mused at the fact that he was capable of even remembering all these terms. Most Terrans weren't even aware that there was life beyond this world. Instead of going to the local institutes, Thalacrel had spent his childhood reading through these legends in the dusty basements of old libraries, admiring those who actually discovered and journeyed to these seemingly unreachable locations in the universe. He actually has elven ancestry - it explains his name which was elvish-sounding. Someone up his family tree was an elf, but he couldn't remember who. However, those genes constituted little in his gene makeup - he was still almost fully human. Thalacrel also held the local elves in high regard. He loved to dwell around Selemath, the place that was the closest thing he felt to an actual home. He also adopted his horse Zalhandir from an elf trader on one of his journeys, which also explains its complex-sounding name which Thalacrel figured meant something in the Veldamari's language, of which he still wasn't completely fluent in. The elf spoke. He couldn't catch what she was saying - the language she used was definitely not Veldamari, confirming his guess that she was not from Terrenus. However, Thalacrel figured that she probably wasn't a threat - if she was a hostile bandit, she would already have immediately attacked him with the weapon she was holding, and if she was a banshee, he would probably be dead by now, although he slowly realized that her eyes had little glowing dots in them - slightly spooky but not a great sign of danger. After all, she did try to communicate - a monster after his blood would have just straight up murdered him. He sheathed his sword and stood there awkwardly. Her body was also drenched in blood, which slightly disturbed him, although he tried not to show it. Thalacrel removed his face scarf and drew back his cowl. "Are-are you alright? Can you speak english?"
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    Learning the language. [Open]

    Back in the forest, Thalacrel Lushrikin glanced around at the surroundings atop his loyal steed Zalhandir. This part of the continent was new to him. He, having left the tavern three days ago, has no intention of dying this early into his journey. The forest was so dense that Zalhandir couldn't even maintain a slow gallop, and was forced to trudge along at painfully slow speeds - having been forced to enter the forest as there was no other way across the land, Thalacrel wished to exit the dangerous forest as quickly as possible, hopefully by this sunset. He grabbed the small map he was carrying with his left hand - there was no need to hold on tight to Zalhandir's reins, given the slow speed at which they were travelling at - and studied it. This part of the continent was not frequently explored and were mostly uncharted, unlike the well charted regions such as his birthplace, Tia, which was a city located somewhere near the center of the landmass. He let out a sigh which was muffled through his face scarf. A gust of wind rustled the leaves above him and blew the map out from his hands, and it fluttered towards the ground. Thalacrel cursed, tugged his horse's reins gently to signal it to stop and leapt down from his saddle. He bent down to pick the map up, but he noticed something else in the soil. It had been stained red. It was blood. Not human blood, given its viscosity, but rat blood. He recoiled from the ground, and quickly glanced around once more - the blood could mean dangerous predators nearby - he knew that this forest could be inhabited by dangerous felines, hungry packs of wolves and even giant serpents. He had no intention of tangling with one, hence he quickly hopped onto the back of Zalhandir to continue the journey. That was when he realised that the blood stain was accompanied by footprints. His curiosity aroused, he decided to follow the trail of footprints. What was one doing here in the forest on foot? Rat blood? As he tracked the trail through the forest, he let his imagination run wild - he had heard of dangerous rat-men from distant faraway lands, murderous vermin which inhabit underground lairs and frequently pillages towns. Could they be here in Terrenus as well? This was when he spotted a lone figure in the distance. He quickly signaled to Zalhandir to stop, and disembarked once more, his boots landing on the forest floor. Thalacrel almost cringed at that - he hoped the sound did not alert whoever he, she or it was. He carefully made his way towards the figure, bending low to avoid detection. He was less than ten meters away from the figure now, and quickly hid behind the trunk of a large tree. He contemplated on his actions. Should he emerge from his cover to meet the figure? He, she or it might be dangerous after all, and he was not particularly skilled in the arts of combat. He peeked out from cover, and noticed that the figure was stumbling forwards ever so slowly - was he, she or it wounded? It was a she, apparently, with translucent, blood stained hair and a pink dress. Still, he could not let his guard down, lest it was a banshee or some other shapeshifting creature. Thalacrel unsheathed his rusty longsword and emerged from behind the tree trunk, slowly walking towards the figure. "Hey," he managed, although the sound was again muffled by fabric. Character: Thalacrel Lushrikin
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    Thalacrel Lushrikin

    Thalacrel Lushrikin Characteristics: Name: Thalacrel Lushrikin Nickname: Shrike, Thal Race: Terran Human Birthplace: Wilds, Terrenus Age: 19 Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic evil Personality: Isolated, lonely, reclusive Likes: His horse, the wilds, nature, being trusted Dislikes: The inherently selfish nature of people, prolonged interactions with others Physiology Height: 5'5 / 1.65m Weight: 150 lbs / 68kg Eyes: Red Attire Continues to wear a long, black cowl. Replaced his face scarf with a face bandanna. Dons light armor, consisting of mainly fabric and several plates of metal around the arms and legs. Gear Long Sword - Thalacrel's weapon of choice for many years, it has now been polished and toughened. It is light, allowing for fast, rapid strikes, at the expense of damage. Dagger - A backup weapon - almost everyone owns one. Holo-navigator - The only magi-tech device that Thalacrel uses. Skills Horse Riding Thalacrel had roamed the continent together with his horse Zalhandir during his years as an explorer and wanderer. Now, while Zalhandir remains as Thalacrel's loyal steed and friend, it's also his deadly war mount. Thalacrel is extremely proficient in fighting on horseback, and this skill is further amplified by Zalhandir's strong bond with Thalacrel as it knows exactly how to keep up and assist Thalacrel in his strikes. When the need arises, a strong charge easily knocks enemies off their feet. Agility Thalacrel prefers speed and movement over raw strength and power, darting in and out of combat repeatedly and catching his opponent off guard. He also practices this tactic atop Zalhandir, where he employs cycle-charging to repeatedly smash through formations of enemies. Parry Thalacrel's light armour means that he has to rely on his parrying skills to deflect attacks. Weaknesses Weak Protection Thalacrel's preference for mobility means that he wears little protective armour - he can be easily struck down by a well placed blow or shot. Zalhandir Thalacrel's loyal steed and companion, Zalhandir was gifted to him long ago by the the high elves of Selemath, and has been his mount, and friend, ever since. Grown on the grassy plains outside the forest, Zalhandir's breed is light, fast and agile, and are more intelligent than their non-veldamari bred counterparts. While not as fast, nor as powerful as other mounts such as pegasuses and dragons, its friendship with Thalacrel is what counts...it has such a strong bond with Thalacrel that sometimes communication between the two is unnecessary as they can sense each other's wills. Recently, Zalhandir's hide has darkened, possibly reflecting Thalacrel's change in personality. After years of experience, Thalacrel is extremely proficient in fighting on horseback, and this skill is further amplified by Zalhandir's strong bond with Thalacrel. It is able to sense every move Thalacrel makes, allowing it to react accordingly. Zalhandir's charge strikes fear into the heart of anyone who is unlucky enough to be in its path. It blazes forward, galloping at over sixty kilometers per hour, often with Thalacrel's sword held next to it, ready to slice into the enemy. Thalacrel is simply a human, equipped with neither arcane abilities nor technological weapons, but when paried with Zalhandir, the two is as effective in combat as any powerful wizard or warlord. Early Thalacrel Wandering through the High Desert of north-eastern Terrenus Characteristics: Name: Thalacrel Lushrikin Nickname: Shrike, Thal Race: Terran Human Birthplace: Tia, Terrenus Age: 18 Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic neutral Nature: Isolated and lonely, determined Likes: Freedom, his horse, nature Dislikes: Being around people, oppression, pollution, nasty insects, heights, screwing things up in front of others Physiology Height: 5'5 / 1.65m Weight: 150 lbs / 68kg Eyes: Normal, black pupils Attire Wears functional fabric shirts and pants, has no special requirements for these. However, he almost always wears a face scarf and also frequently dons a cowl. He also wears thin, worn gloves and trekking boots. Does not opt for stylish clothing as he prefers to remain in the background. Gear A rusty longsword, old but functional handheld pick Climbing ropes An assortment of small tools Holo-navigators Maps Character Skills proficient in navigation and horse riding An experienced explorer and navigator for his age, Thalacrel roams the continent with the help of maps and celestial bodies together with his horse Zalhandir. Biological knowledge Many years living and roaming the wilds grants him knowledge of the behavior and characteristics of flora and fauna commonly found in Terrenus. Also proficient in finding and picking herbs from the environment. rudimentary cooking skills Years of spending nights in tents out in the wild taught him basic skills to satisfy his hunger. rudimentary combat skills While not the most ferocious and skilled warrior around, Thalacrel can manage common bandits, wolves and small animals. Character Weaknesses Lacks social skills Insecurities - often awkward around others and has a serious inferiority complex. Combat Strengths Agility Thalacrel prefers speed and movement over raw strength and power, darting in and out of combat repeatedly and catching his opponent off guard. Zalhandir Thalacrel is able to fight atop his steed, further increasing his mobility. A well-placed charge can also smash opponents off their feet. Combat Weaknesses Weak Protection Thalacrel's preference for mobility means that he wears almost no protective armour - he can be easily struck down by a well placed blow or shot. Recklessness Thalacrel normally tries to avoid conflict, but once engaged, he strikes without thought, not taking the time to carefully plan his attack. A normal human and a lone wanderer, Thalacrel explores the continent of Terrenus with his horse, Zalhandir, adopting a nomadic lifestyle. During his journeys, he has a hobby of salvaging objects that he comes across - be it the remains of a crashed steam-powered vehicle or rare artifacts half buried in the soil- and selling them in the nearest village or town. He is also willing to take available quests from strangers for money - these are his only sources of income. Although he is fascinated by nature, he is by no means a great warrior, hence he frequently avoids areas such as dark forests and mountains which are known to be inhabited by dangerous wild beasts. Zalhandir Thalacrel's loyal steed and companion, Zalhandir was gifted to him long ago by the the high elves of Selemath, and has been his mount, and friend, ever since. Grown on the grassy plains outside the forest, Zalhandir's breed is light, fast and agile, and are more intelligent than their non-veldamari bred counterparts. Zalhandir has explored Terrenus alongside Thalacrel, accompanying and transporting him nearly everywhere with the exception of the high desert, the only place where its tough hooves fail to find solid purchase in the ground. While not as fast, nor as powerful as other mounts such as pegasuses and dragons, its friendship with Thalacrel is what counts...it has such a strong bond with Thalacrel that sometimes communication between the two is unnecessary as they can sense each other's wills.
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