⠀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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Demi
7

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

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on Mon 09 Sep 2019, 12:58



Arvyd had had a long few weeks behind him. For his entire life, he had believed himself to be completely and utterly invincible. From the very start, he had known that he was destined for great things. He had refused to believe that he would die at a young age, no matter how recklessly he behaved. He was meant to die gloriously in battle, that was the fate he believed the gods to have in store for him. Not this.

A hunting trip gone wrong. Arvyd preferred to go out into the snow and the woods to supply his family with freshly-caught meat. He’d put together a hunting party of skilled warriors, and they would head out into the forest to catch themselves some caribou for supper. It was something he had done hundreds, if not thousands of times before. Hunting was like a second nature to him. But Arvyd had gotten older, slower, weaker over the years. While no one would dare defy his prowess in battle, it was no secret that his age was getting to him. He wasn’t the young warrior that he used to be anymore. He only saw his younger self anymore when he looked at his sons. The hunting party had scattered a little bit, chasing a herd of prey. Unfortunately, they hadn’t been the only hunters around. They had shared their intended prey with a savage pack of wolves, which hadn’t been too appreciative of their presence. The hunting party had been large enough to fight off the hungry canines, but not without any dire consequences. During the battle, Arvyd had managed to get his forearm completely mauled by one of the creatures. His blood had stained the pearly white snow, sharp teeth digging into his flesh. He could still recall the sound of his skin being ripped open. He had fought valiantly to protect the others, and for a while it seemed like everything would be alright. He sustained some severe wounds, but his man had managed to get him back to The Last Hearth before he bled out.

Arvyd had been the same for a little while after that. He’d gotten patched up by one of the local medics and went about his business as he would usually. His arm hurt, but he didn’t pay it too much mind. He had gotten scratched, stabbed, and clawed at a million times before. This, too, would pass. But it didn’t. After a few days, the wound had swollen significantly and turned a bright, glowing red. The gashes refused to close, and a horrid liquid oozed from the wound. Shortly thereafter, Arvyd began feeling unwell. His skin had turned a sickly pale and his body started to ache. He had cold shivers, all the while he felt extremely hot to the touch. After a few days, he was completely bedridden and most of the people of the Hearth had lost their hope. Arvyd ferociously fought, clinging onto the last thread of life he had left, but after a week the infection had taken over his entire body. Unable to do as much as keep his eyes open for the few final seconds of his life, he succumbed to the darkness that was calling out to him.

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Cynthia
24

Character Sheet
Age: 23 years
Magic: None
Occupation: Lord of House Lochlain
Connor Lochlain
Connor Lochlain
Avalance Citizen

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on Mon 09 Sep 2019, 20:51
He had come back from the tournament in Sapphire Keep only to hear that his father had had a hunting accident. His father had been patched up and seemed to be recovering until he started feeling unwell. One of the wounds had gotten infected and before he even knew it Arvyd had been bedridden. For the past week he had been preparing himself mentally for what he knew was coming. After all, the infection seemed to only keep spreading and there was nothing the healers seemed to be able to do to stop it. He had taken over most of his father’s tasks the past few days and he was working today too, until one of the healers came to him, telling him his father probably wasn’t going to survive today. So he put everything down and made his way over to the room where his father was laying.
He laid eyes on his father and swallowed heavily. It was hard to see the man like this, without the strength he once had. His father had always been a strong man and he knew he would try to fight till the end. Yet here they were waiting for the moment they all knew was coming. He followed the rise and fall of the chest, till it completely stopped and for a moment he stood there still, not fully comprehending what happened. Once the healer checked and confirmed it, it was finally sinking in. Slowly he put a few steps forward, closer to the bed and touched Arvyd lightly. ”Leave us alone for a bit,” He told the healer, knowing the others might want some privacy too.

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Butter
23

Character Sheet
Age: 6 years
Magic: Spiritwalking
Occupation: lady
Linnéa Lochlain
Linnéa Lochlain
Avalance Citizen

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on Sun 27 Oct 2019, 18:50
use your knowledge
and your heart
to stand up for those that can't stand, speak for those that can't speak, be a beacon of light for those whose lives have become dark.

Her mother had tried to keep her away from her father's room. For he was hurt badly after a hunting expedition had gone wrong. It was difficult to see her father bedridden and pale, tired. Her mother had told her that he needed his rest, so he could become better, although she had been able to see in her eyes that it was no more then a lie. As such she had tried to slip into his room every time that someone did not watch her closely, her favorite brother had been away when the accident happened and as such the child tended to be on her own in her endeavours. Her mother did not tend to be annoyed with it, probably because she did understand the wish of the small child to entertain her father in the hopes that he would enjoy her presence and feel slightly better. It did not work, every day he got worse. In the beginning people had shared hope, he seemed to be doing quite well, the bleeding was not too bad and he seemed to heal. However the danger of infection had been real as well, something that his body could not fight of endlessly.

This time the girl had followed her older brother inside. The healers could not help her father anymore and it seemed like they had been waiting for him to die. The young girl had been kept outside while her father was dying, for no one wanted a six year old to see him in his weakened state. However after they had confirmed him dead, they could no longer keep her away from his pale body. Instead they allowed her to step inside and run towards her older and stronger brother. The one that had kept the Last Hearth running. He had taken care of their father's job while he was bed ridden. As such she had missed being around him, however this was no time for celebration. Her father was gone, forever. Tears dripped out of the corners of her eyes while the young child stepped forwards and slowly touched his still lukewarm hand. It was one last goodbye for her dad, the one that she loved hugging with. No more hugs for her, no more stories to tell. The child then turned towards her brother and hid her face in his clothes while grabbing some of the fabric in her hands. She would miss him. However she still had her brother around.


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