⠀Forged in Fire
A dutch/english medieval fantasy RPG
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Forged in Fire is a high fantasy role-playing game, which is set in a world where legends come alive. Dragons exist, magic is at the tip of your fingers and the lands are beautiful beyond imagination. Join us in a journey throughout Avalance. Create your character and allow yourself to be surprised by the many adventures that lie ahead. Where one moment your character might be on its way to finding love, he could encounter a dragon or a unicorn the next. Nothing is impossible in these lands.


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WINTER

As winter arrives, the temperature lowers and the Highlands are covered in a blanket of snow, while the rest of Avalance deals with more rain and periods of wet snow.


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A Reign of Destruction

The people of Avalance wonder whether they have a new problem on their hands as the rain keeps crashing down from above. As if that wasn't enough, the King starts raising their taxes, taking from what little they have left.

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Daan
334

Character Sheet
Age: 18 years
Magic: None
Occupation: Lady
Nox Freyr
Nox Freyr
Deceased

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on Sat 28 Dec 2019, 23:34
When all she loved has left the keep
the rains above us gently weep
The young woman quickly gazed over her shoulder, taking in some hasty breaths as she manoeuvred herself through the thick vegetation, feeling bushes scratch her ankles as thorns captured the hem of her skirt. ”Shit!” she cursed, pulling on the dark skirt as it got stuck, hearing the excruciating sound of fabric that was being ripped to shreds. Nox looked down at the torn skirt and sighed, letting go of it as she continued her way through the forest. The snow crunched under her boots as she strayed further away from the path, hoping to leave the guards that were looking for her far behind her. She often escaped from the watching eye of the men that were hired by her family to look out for her. Time after time after time again she managed to slip away and be gone for a little while.
Now that she was wandering around here, the sun hidden behind dark clouds that were packed together in the sky, with a chilly wind that blew in her delicate face as she buried her nose further in the warm fur she was wearing, she could truly see the beauties of nature. The tall trees from which the branches were slowly bending further down as the weight of freshly fallen snow was pressing on them. Tiny birds that were hopping through the snow, looking for something edible. The lady looked around, faintly smiling as she found this place the perfect spot to capture in her mind so she could paint it when she got back home again. At least she would have something to do tonight. Little did she know, the peace was about to be interrupted.
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BY MITZI




shaking off your troubled soul

as silence seems to grow

it's the faith in sight

the doubt that fades

as the world dissolves below
An unhealthy obsession 9AqAnqe
Corvus
10

Character Sheet
Age: 36 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Plague / Quack Doctor
Denzel Slade
Denzel Slade
Avalance Citizen

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on Thu 09 Jan 2020, 06:40
It wasn't that Denzel favored hunting wild game for sport, per se. Archery was his way of mapping areas in his mind, to learn about its vegetation, weather, trades, favorable spots to snag away lethal herbs, a region's population and the places in which they reside; varying from insignificant fisher villages to grand halls. At times he even uncovered tales about bloodshed of generations past sunken deep into the soil, tales he had never before encountered in the books he read. Traces of history, hidden connections to political matters that occured at present day. With his own five senses, since that was all there was to it if you knew where to look, how to connect dots. All was in benefit of his own favors. All was in light of knowledge. It stacked up and he rarely forgot. He could have been a diabolically good spy in aid to some high lord - but his whole life and living was pretty much a self-service buffet. Especially in desolate woodlands like these, where lost souls often wandered.

The man dressed in black silently ventured through the forest with barebow at hand, squinting his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at one of his assistants accompanying him. The rather skittish looking boy was saddled on a black horse. His tutor's hunting games were a little different. He didn't like them: it filled him with terrible guilt and gave him fever nightmares. But he had no choice but to watch. To help. To haul in the trophies. Maybe if he managed not to cry this time, he'd be rewarded with a sweet. A life for a sweet: such was the common trade in the little murder of crows stacking up gold and meat at Slade's feet.

But what is this? Between thumb and index finger, Slade plucked a tiny piece of fabric off the branches near disturbed vegetation. Torn. Someone was in a hurry.  Durable fibers. Not just something any commoner wore, he'd imagine. The cloth scrap covered his nose like a handkerchief, traced down to his lips - and next thing he knew, it pressed against his tongue. A faint scent, he detected, but no traceable hairs or skin flakes. Not yet snow-covered either. This was - fresh. His silvery eyes flashed upwards while he tracked the footprints in the snow, smitten by ecstacy. Time to seize a new moment of utopian delight, although he had to admit: these scraps were a delight in itself. He slid the cloth in one of his pockets. For safekeeping, naturally. By the old dragon gods and sister day and brother night, he swore it. Such tragedy that he wasn't religious, really.

With his fingertips, he calmly stroke back a few soot black strands of hair while he allowed his train of thoughts to assemble in logical order, straightening out the fold that was the chaos in his head. Let's see, what did he have here? One gloved hand was placed against the tree next to him. The thickness of the tree trunk was fairly impressive and as far as he could see through the woods, they all appeared to be of similar circumference. These pines were old, approximately at least seventy years. They had remained untouched for a long time, hence gaining them the opportunity to grow in both length and width. It gave him the bits of information he needed. Little to no woodcutters around here. Old-growth forest. At least in these parts. He knew there were some small villages here and there flanking the woods, but considering the snow, he must be far north. Here, nothing but the raw force of nature ruled. Meaning that civilization assumably was quite a distance away. Meaning that no one would hear someone shriek. Meaning that he could have free reign in these groves.

What had strayed from shelter today, to where the woods were deep, treacherous and held terrible wonders? His insides stirred at his new found he spotted soon enough. He had to make quick procedures first and foremost, for this fawn would soon scurry out of sight.

The air was ripped apart by a sudden whirring sound. Just inches away from her head, an arrow thunked deeply into the tree she passed. It was as if the entire Ironwood Forest suddenly grew silent, mingled with a foreboding ambiance that muted birds singing their cheerful songs in the treetops just minutes ago. A single rook flew up. Somewhere, the soft rustling of snow falling from branches could be heard. The boy assistant quietly sobbed in his fur coat. Peace and tranquility returned for a mere moment before a second arrow sought out its target, right in front of her feet. A third. A fourth. Over the length of the already next locked arrow, a squeezed gaze was targeted at her, anchoring and aiming with cold, proficient determination. Bad aim? - or systematically herding her in a certain direction? Perhaps to make her run off, to where he knew a stream with a small cavern was located. If he was lucky, she'd trip, the cold waters would do the work for him and he wouldn't need to spray her to fasten her death by freezing. With that, his last and most important reason of archery resided. There was some kind of solace in stillness he deemed angelic. In fawn - or girl.



An unhealthy obsession WQpCWI4
Daan
334

Character Sheet
Age: 18 years
Magic: None
Occupation: Lady
Nox Freyr
Nox Freyr
Deceased

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on Mon 13 Jan 2020, 22:10
When all she loved has left the keep
the rains above us gently weep
Sometimes she wondered what the purpose of their lives were. You were born, your parents learned you how to talk their tongue and how you needed to eat your vegetables to grow up into a healthy and strong human being. When you learned how to walk, you could start exploring your close surroundings, such as your home, and when you got a little older even the city you were from. You were introduced to other species, such as horses, cats, dogs and birds. You learned about the circle of life, how grass was eaten by the deer that ended up on your own plate, and that one day bodies would be given back to nature to allow new grass to grow. You learned how to read and write, starting off with simple books before you buried your nose in the real deal. And then, when you reached the decent age of twelve, you started to explore more and more of the emotions you never knew you had. You fell in love, got your heart broken and fell in love again, only to allow someone new to shatter it again later on. Life had its way of fucking you over time after time. And just when you thought you knew everything, had seen everything, you realized that nobody roaming these lands was capable of knowing the answers to everything. In the end, humans knew nothing.

Right now, she was a little done with life. She had allowed the same boy to break her heart, though they never even had confessed their feelings to each other. Perhaps he had played along all this time. And then there was her family, those she’d rather not wanted to see right now. Which was why she had come out here in the first place. To find some peace and quiet. Not that there was much left of that now. The guards had come looking for her and now she was running, hoping that the bushes would cover up the footprints she left behind in the snow. Little did she know, that there was some other predator out there, following the trail she had unknowingly left behind for him.

Little clouds of her warm, ragged breath could be seen in the air as she made her way through the trees, sometimes looking over her shoulder to see if she was being followed already. Perhaps she could slow down a little now, catch her breath and try to find some path she recognized. Before she was able to look around more, there was a whirring sound, and only a second later an arrow buried itself into the tree next to her. She gasped for air, looked at the arrow for a mere second and tried to look back, but was startled by another one that landed in front of her feet. She quickly stumbled back, her blue eyes wide open. ”Fuck, fuck,” she muttered, panicking a little as yet another arrow was shot her way. Someone out there had mistaken the fur she was wearing for a living animal, or at least, that was the most logical explanation.

She started to run. Trying to cover her footprints was the last thing on her mind right now. The only thing that counted was that she needed to find some kind of shelter, before the arrows would accidentally hit her. She had no idea where she was running to. Away from the arrows, that was. A scream escaped from her mouth when her foot got stuck behind the roots of a large tree. She fell down, groaning a little when she felt how her foot turned the wrong way, tears shotting into her eyes. She used her bare hands to try and push herself up from the snow. Perhaps the hunter would stop shooting arrows at her. ”Hey! I’m not an animal!” she yelled, looking around the thick forest around her. She had no idea where the person that had been aiming at her was now, if he or she would stop now that she had yelled, making clear that she was a person and not a prey.  Nox hissed a little, looking down at her foot as she tried to push herself up, holding onto the tree and trying to bite through the pain that shot through her foot.

A road. She needed to find back the road to Caer Scion and perhaps she would stumble right into the arms of the guards that were looking for her. She knew it had been foolish to run away from them, but she didn’t seem to be able to have some alone-time these days. Though being hunted down by someone wasn’t exactly how she had imagined today to go. The brunette quickly looked around, slowly stumbling further, slower than she had been before now that her foot was hurting, trying to keep her head down a little. What a mess.
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BY MITZI




shaking off your troubled soul

as silence seems to grow

it's the faith in sight

the doubt that fades

as the world dissolves below
An unhealthy obsession 9AqAnqe
Corvus
10

Character Sheet
Age: 36 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Plague / Quack Doctor
Denzel Slade
Denzel Slade
Avalance Citizen

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on Fri 24 Jan 2020, 15:08
"Your moment to shine," he said calmly, though rather sarcastically, eyes still peeled for his fleeing fawn. Only now Slade turned to his assistant, bending a bit towards him to whisper his customary whispers. "Do me proud." A sudden, rigorous slap on the horse's thigh immediately followed, sending the startled animal to scamper away. His assistant, given no time to prepare and thus nearly launched out of the saddle, managed to grab the reins and gain control over the neighing mare. The boy understood it was expected of him to flank the lone wanderer. As per usual procedure. The young rider disappeared in the deeper woods, leaving Slade behind. Perpendicular to his target, the man lined up his slender body while reaching for an arrow from his quiver, but his prey had already escaped out of sight. How unfortunate. With calm endeavour, he plucked the fletchings straight as he nocked the next arrow, paused, scratched a bit behind an ear with his little finger and easefully seized a small moment to tend to his looks, swiping some snow and dirt off his cloak. He was generous enough to give her a free head start - for he truly was one of the most sincerest men in the five regions. She wouldn't get very far as it is. Then he also vanished, up a slope to provide himself a shortcut. No direwolves or mountain cats came prowling here today. Only the lone vulture picking away at meat.

There was stillness no more. The trampling of hooves on frozen ground appeared to echo from all directions. Thwacking of branches and leaves and the snapping of twigs. A faint thud of someone stumbling down - poor thing - and the rustling of parting bushes, dangerously nearby. A black haze out of nowhere, blocking her path, and the shadow revealed itself to be a man; glooming over her with every trace of pitiless in eyes that were as bleak as the snow around them, arrow point readied at her chest. All her chances and hope of escape eradicated in one fell swoop. It was done. She would just drift away for a short while; wake up somewhere prettier, where the air was lighter and colors more vivid. Away and beyond. Perhaps he even granted her salvation in a way, freeing her from a terrible life. He had freed many. And she, too, could find peace among the chaos. He was willing to guide her.

Until his eyes grew soft, that was. Seemingly just as surprised as she was, the man quickly lowered his bow groundwards. For a moment he could only gaze down upon the two bewildered eyes in minor shock. These eyes were as frightened as a doe's would have been; but not brown of color and not set in a head that would be mounted on a wall in a hunter's cabin. Not in the generic eye of humanity, anyway. His deep exhales formed small clouds in the chilly air. And for a moment there was just that: wavering clouds of breaths and unrest. He couldn't flash her a careful smile or any other sign of goodwill to prove he had no ill intentions. It was like the astonishment had been such a slap in his face that he suddenly had forgotten how. The expression laid bare was one of grievous nature, his dark eyebrows crawled towards one another in a troubled frown. Locking her gaze, as if he wanted to make sure her eyes were really still full of life. Maybe sigh in relief at that notion after it had sunken in. But he couldn't do that either.. His mouth trembled slightly. Eventually, he lost control over them as they sunk down into a deep grimace, until one of his equally trembling hands covered his contorted mouth. Finally it was there, the pinnacle of realization what he had aimed his arrows at. What he could have killed.

He really had to turn his back to her, his free hand clawing through his hair in clear distraught. Barely audible, he muttered hoarsely under his breath to some Gods for forgiveness and to cast their light upon him once again, for he unknowingly had strayed far away from it. And while he did, he gladly made use of the brief moment to dart his gaze sideways, to scan the woods for his assistant and finding his outline sheltering between the pines. Ever so faintly, one of the corners of his lips jerked up. Just for a split second. With a few deep inhales under shocking shoulders, Slade managed to pull himself together again. A final, long exhale came after while he stroke back his hair and turned to the girl. In slow and unsudden movements, he started to remove a few things from his equipment. The quiver resting on his hip: carefully placed in the snow. Dagger and a small dirk followed: both were thrown on the growing heap, after a searching hand had slid under his coat. And look: he even laid down the bow to secure her he meant no harm, disregarding the fact that it wouldn't make much of a weapon without arrows. All that remained were some herbs in his pockets - one other small knife for skinning animals that she wouldn't know of, and he would pretend not to know of - and the piece of fabric he'd dearly treasure from this day and forth. He didn't point out that his assistant hid amongst the trees on horseback with drawn bow, however - ready to strike her down if she tried anything funny with the weaponry presented before her. Naturally.

"It's all right," he softly said, succeedingly wrapping his tone in warm sympathy. He approached her very slowly and carefully, both of his gloved hands held up and open at chest height. "You're alright. See?" Silently, Slade squatted down in front of her, making sure he didn't come too close to the already frightened girl. He gave her a moment to grow more at ease, even if it was just a bit at a time; he seemed to do the same. "It's all right," he repeated in a whisper. "Everything is going to be just fine."

He would never lie.



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