⠀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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Demi
7

Character Sheet
Age: 43
Magic: None
Occupation: Lord of The Last Hearth
Arvyd Lochlain

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on Tue 20 Aug 2019, 22:49



This day had been exceptionally long. A lot of people had warranted his attention today for the most trivial matters. Some days he felt like his position was more of a curse than a blessing. Every person in The Last Hearth looked up to him to settle their matters, no matter how redundant they were. It was exhausting sometimes. It wasn’t like Arvyd had the moral high ground in every matter. Wasn’t that what priests were for? In all cases, he tried to be as just as he possibly could be. Let the punishment fit the crime. Sometimes they got rather harsh and bloody, but they were never undeserved.

It took a toll on him, too. He cared for his people, although he did not always show it in the most conventional of ways. He wanted them to be alright, to live together in harmony. Every now and then there was someone who crossed the line, however. In order to keep the peace, Arvyd had to make an example of them. Today, he had the unfortunate task of punishing a thief who’d stolen a loaf of bread from one of the city’s bakers. Arvyd had taken one of his hands as punishment, and the way the man had screamed still rung in his ears. On days like these, he was happy to return home to his loving wife. His mind was clouded with doubt. When he had to hurt his own people like this, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing.

He opened the door to their home, which slightly creaked under the pressure. He looked around for a little bit before entering. He couldn’t see his wife nor his children in the very first instance. It was rather early in the afternoon still. Linnéa was probably spending time with her teachers, and the boys would probably be out and about doing gods knew what. “Karina?” he exclaimed, his voice booming through the large hall. He was hoping she was home. He could certainly use a piece of her mind right now.

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Linn
7

Character Sheet
Age: 41 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: Lady of Last Hearth
Karina Lochlain
Karina Lochlain
Avalance Citizen

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on Thu 22 Aug 2019, 22:46
Fall deeper and deeper; the sirens are singing your song


The woman absentmindedly hummed as she placed another log of wood on the fire. Even though it was summer in Avalance, not much of that warm weather travelled this far north. The cold winds travelling from the North to the Frozen Abyss never truly left and therefore it was of great importance to keep the houses in the Last Hearth warm. After the flame was back to its original strength, casting it’s mysterious and cozy lights over the room, she turned back to the table where she had been busying herself with preparing dinner for tonight. She felt no hurry; It was still early in the evening, and she had the feeling that most of her children as well as her husband would still be out for at least a few hours.

It therefore surprised her when her husband’s voice boomed through the halls. She rose to her feet and quickly cleaned her hands, before the woman started making her way towards the hall. A soft smile occured around her lips as she saw her husband. ”My love,” she spoke, stopping her steps right in front of him. Her hand reached up to touch his cheek, but she froze in her movements when she looked up at his eyes. ”What is it that bothers you?” She tilted her head a little to the right, wondering what it could be.
Arvyd



Downhill Lullaby X10
Demi
7

Character Sheet
Age: 43
Magic: None
Occupation: Lord of The Last Hearth
Arvyd Lochlain

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on Thu 29 Aug 2019, 22:59



Days like these made him resent being a Lord. Arvyd wasn’t opposed to violence, not in the slightest sense. He was ruthless in battle. If faced with a horde of enemies, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to end each and every one of their miserable lives. But those were strangers, foreigners. Those were enemies. The people he had to punish on days like these were his people. There was no honour in hurting or executing them. Most of them, he had known for his entire life. He had worked with them, fought with them, drank with them, laughed with them. To be forced to do such a heinous thing to them after years of camaraderie, was a terrible thing. But it was his duty, so he did it.

As he walked in, he could hear the gentle crackling sounds of the fire slowly eating away at the log of wood it had just been given. It lit up the normally gloomy room, casting a red-orange light over its interior. He called out for Karina, who made her way over to him in a matter of seconds. The faintest smile appeared on his face at the sight of her. He gently mirrored her motion of laying her hand on his cheek, looking her right in the eyes. And she saw right through him. He shook his head very slightly. “Torsten stole a loaf of bread from the baker,” he told her. He was certain the name would ring familiar to her. After all these years, she knew The Last Hearth’s people as well as he did. “I took his hand.” He could still almost hear the man wail all the way from the market square.
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