⠀Forged in Fire
A dutch/english medieval fantasy RPG
Welcome to Forged in Fire


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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Jenny of Oldstones Vr6MPnu
Daan
228

Character Sheet
Age: 24 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Lady of The Last Hearth
Freyja Skarsgård
Freyja Skarsgård
Avalance Citizen

Jenny of Oldstones Empty Jenny of Oldstones

on Mon 20 Apr 2020, 00:32
the world was on fire and
no one could save me but you
The red-haired woman quietly followed the guards that escorted her through the Freyr castle. She was wearing a black gown, that was neatly covering up her entire body. The past couple of days had been emotionally draining, yet she had known this conversation had to be made. She had broken her banishment by coming here to fight. She didn’t regret that she had come back, though. Freyja softly bit down on her lower lip, trying to force the image of her fiancé back somewhere in her mind. She didn’t want to think about it right now. It was too painful.
She had to wait for a couple of minutes, until some of the guards allowed her inside an office. The day was already close to ending, and the torches and candles provided the only source of light. Her blue eyes slowly scanned the room, eventually resting upon her High Lord. ”My Lord,” she greeted him, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. She had tried to sound strong, but she had miserably failed in doing so right now. Freyja swallowed, already feeling the tears burn behind her eyes again. As if she hadn't cried enough the last couple of days.
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BY MITZI




my skin has turned

from porcelain,

to ivory, to steel
Jenny of Oldstones Is8fWWU
Wolf
313

Character Sheet
Age: 27
Magic: None
Occupation: Advisor
Apollo Freyr
Apollo Freyr
Avalance Citizen

Jenny of Oldstones Empty Re: Jenny of Oldstones

on Mon 20 Apr 2020, 16:05



There were no words to describe the horror that had taken place only a few days ago. Many people were wounded or worse, a part of his city was in ruins, the process of contacting relatives was slowly getting started. At night he would see those monsters coming at him again so vividly in his dreams he woke up by his body shocking violently. It had come to a point where he almost didn’t dare to sleep next to his wife anymore as he was afraid to hit her by accident. Then he realised how lucky he was to still be able to hold her in his arms when they went to bed together. So many fallen soldiers would never have that opportunity again.

The list was growing with each hour, or so it seemed. He had written hundreds of letters yet there was no progress. The fatigue was getting to him. He had sustained several wounds during the battle too and healing them up took a lot of energy. Rest was the only remedy now, but he could not interrupt his duties to stay in bed. There was so much to do. People came knocking, looking for his guidance in these dark times. People like.. Freyja Skarsgård.

His pale blue gaze was fixed on her as she walked inside. She looked as miserable as he felt. It didn’t take him long to understand the reason why. Her husband-to-be had died. Tyrr had been one of the confirmed fallen on the battlefield. Then he realised he had not yet written the letter announcing his death to her or any other of his family. He vaguely remembered two wolves fighting alongside him. He had identified one of them as Maer Skarsgård, but he had never thought twice about the other wolf. Now he knew. She had been there. She had watched her beloved die a brutal death at the teeth and claws of a monster.

”My deepest condolences for your loss”, He said. Words that had been said a hundred times before, yet they did not lose their meaning. His heart was bleeding for all those who had lost someone, for all those who had laid down their lives for this cause. ”Have a seat”, He said, gesturing at the chair opposite of his desk. He leaned back into his own just a bit, to take the pressure off his hip. ”You were there, weren’t you?” He then asked. He wanted to hear her confirm his suspicions first.


I feel like I've dulled myself through distance and distractions. I keep staring at the same unanswered questions hanging over my head everyday. When I try to answer them I realize how I thought I'd be set free, but instead I found I was just illuminating how little I actually knew about myself. Why do I ignore fires burning in the corners of my life until the flames are about to engulf me?
Jenny of Oldstones Vr6MPnu
Daan
228

Character Sheet
Age: 24 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Lady of The Last Hearth
Freyja Skarsgård
Freyja Skarsgård
Avalance Citizen

Jenny of Oldstones Empty Re: Jenny of Oldstones

on Thu 23 Apr 2020, 17:26
the world was on fire and
no one could save me but you
Her entire future had crumbled away underneath her feet a couple days ago. She had lost her soulmate, her better half, her sun and stars. He had been everything to her, and she had never connected with someone more than her fiancé. Freyja hadn’t completely accepted his death, something that would definitely take time. Some people said that time was able to heal all wounds, but she wasn’t too sure about that anymore. Right now, the wound was fresh and painful, causing her to burst out in tears if she only thought about it. Maybe the wound would heal, one day, but the scar would stay forever. The wedding dress would never see the sunlight ever again. A painful reminder of what could have been.
Freyja quietly followed the guards through the hallways of the Freyr castle, not sure how she would be able to talk herself out of this. She had come back to the North without his permission, as she had betrayed his trust in the past, a stupid mistake she would regret for the rest of her life, as it had cost her the last months together with her fiancé. If she could turn back time, she would, but the fact was that she couldn’t.
She felt incredibly fragile as she walked inside, looking up to meet the eyes of her High Lord as she felt the tears burn behind her eyes again. She was a mess, though she was clearly trying to keep herself from completely giving in on her emotions. Breaking down in front of her superior wasn’t how she wanted to deal with her pain. The red-haired woman swallowed when he gave her his deepest condolences. ”Thank you,” she softly said, slowly making her way over to his desk when he told her to have a seat. Her stomach turned when he asked if she had been there. ”I was, my Lord,” she said, her blue eyes briefly darting up to meet his. ”I fought by his side,” she confirmed. She had been the auburn wolf that had been by the side of her fiancé the entire time, fighting for the North. Something she should’ve done earlier.
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BY MITZI




my skin has turned

from porcelain,

to ivory, to steel
Jenny of Oldstones Is8fWWU
Wolf
313

Character Sheet
Age: 27
Magic: None
Occupation: Advisor
Apollo Freyr
Apollo Freyr
Avalance Citizen

Jenny of Oldstones Empty Re: Jenny of Oldstones

on Mon 27 Apr 2020, 03:55



This was not the first time he had to relive a fight in his dreams. Before the battle he would often be haunted by the impressions of the ambush that had taken the life of his father. What he had gone through now did not compare to that in any way other than it rendered him completely unable to think clearly. He was always overtaken by panic. The nightmares now were so vivid, not only in visual aspects, but so much more. The stench of blood and fear and sweat. The screams of dying soldiers. The ripping of claws and teeth into steel and flesh. It would take time to heal from it. It would take time for the North, for the people, who had all gone through a hell they should have never seen.

Just like the woman now standing before him, even though she had no right to be here. Technically speaking she was still banished. And yet, she had come here. She had fought by his side. Apollo nodded, suddenly at a loss for words. Instead, he pushed himself up out of his chair, walking over to the table on the left of his desk. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He filled them both up halfway, placing one of them in front of her. He took a careful sip of his own before placing it back on the desk.

”The other wolf”, He finally spoke. It made sense now. ”Tyrr was a good man. A bit rough around the edges, but a fighter at heart”, He said as he slowly swirled the liquid around in his glass. He wasn’t quite sure why he shared all this with his fiancée, of all people. She knew him better than he ever could. ”It takes a strong woman to stand by the side of her loved ones. I am grateful you were there. I don’t doubt you made a difference. So thank you”, He continued. She helped him protect his people. ”Of course your banishment is hereby annulled”, He then said. She was allowed to come home, if she wished to do so.


I feel like I've dulled myself through distance and distractions. I keep staring at the same unanswered questions hanging over my head everyday. When I try to answer them I realize how I thought I'd be set free, but instead I found I was just illuminating how little I actually knew about myself. Why do I ignore fires burning in the corners of my life until the flames are about to engulf me?
Jenny of Oldstones Vr6MPnu
Daan
228

Character Sheet
Age: 24 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Lady of The Last Hearth
Freyja Skarsgård
Freyja Skarsgård
Avalance Citizen

Jenny of Oldstones Empty Re: Jenny of Oldstones

on Sat 23 May 2020, 10:59
the world was on fire and
no one could save me but you
Walking through the Caer Scion castle felt strange. The last time she had been here, she had been with Tyrr by her side, confessing to her High Lord that she had betrayed his trust as she had been trying to do what she had found to be the best for her family. She had made a mistake, something she knew now, and that mistake had cost her valuable time. Time she would never get back now that he was dead. All those weeks she had roamed around in the South, she could have been by his side. Waking up next to him in the mornings, comfortable in his strong arms. She knew she would wake up every day longing for him. A feeling she would never be able to satisfy.
Maybe Lord Freyr would end up kicking her out again, pointing her back to the South as he didn’t want traitors in his home. She had come back, though, risking something worse than banishment so she could be by the side of her loved ones. It had either been courageous or stupid. She would soon find out which one of the two it had been. She looked up when he moved, walking over to a cabinet and fetching two glasses of whiskey. The red-haired woman quietly took her glass as he placed it in front of her, taking a little sip.
Freyja softly hummed when he connected the dots. She had been the other wolf. The auburn wolf that had fought to the death as well, protecting the body of the fallen warrior before the monsters could’ve ripped him to shreds completely. And then he spoke about her betrothed again. How he had been a fighter at heart. He had been so much more than that. He had been caring and brave, always putting others before his own needs. ”He was one of the bravest warriors the North will ever know,” she said. He had been, and he would be. She would make sure he hadn’t died in vain. Her blue eyes got a little watery again, a knot forming in her stomach. She slowly moved her head when he thanked her for being there. For fighting with him and the rest of the North. Her banishment was no more. ”Thank you, my Lord,” she softly whispered. ”That means a lot to me.” She could go home again, though she wasn’t sure how much of a home it still would be for her now that Tyrr was gone.
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BY MITZI




my skin has turned

from porcelain,

to ivory, to steel
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