Sign Up The Followers of Klutu

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

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Kronnan swung his mighty sword in a wide arc in front of him, cutting down many of his adversaries. He brought the sword back up, then let it go down onto another enemy’s unfortunate skull, allowing brains and mucus to fall to the ground. He brought his sword up once more, but this time in a defensive position. There were no more attackers. He let his gaze wonder and saw the ring of bodies lying around him. He looked at his few remaining companions. They smiled to one another; they were victorious.

“Praise be to Crom!” They yelled in unison. They bent forward and reached for their nearest deceased adversary. With their daggers they split open the corpse’s chest, and cut out their heart. They raised the bloody mass to the sky and offered a silent prayer to their god. They then brought the hearts to their mouths, and took a vicious bite from them, so that they could consume the power of their fallen enemies.

Once they had completed their Ritual of Victory the small group of Deklar Tribesmen set forth over the snow covered land to return to their home, leaving their dead behind, it was their way. After several hours they could smell the cooking fires, and see the plumes of smoke that they were creating. As they drew closer, they could see that the plumes of smoke were far too large to be for camping fires, and there were too many of them to be a bon-fire. That left only one solution: the village itself, was on fire. They dropped everything they carried, except their weapons, and ran forth into their village, which they came to see was nothing but burning rubble.

They did not know what else to do, so they started scouring the area for survivors. What they found instead, were heads on stakes. In the center of the impaled heads, was another post. Atop this one, was a metallic symbol. In the center of the spiked circle prison was an unusual symbol, it had a straight bar just a little off-center, with two more coming out of it in diagonal directions, one angled up, and another angled down. (What they saw was the letter “K.” They have no written language themselves, so it was just a strange sight for them.)

They stared, puzzled at this symbol, when they heard several “twangs.” When they felt something hit them, they realized that the twangs were from bowstrings. By the time they had their swords drawn, it was too late. All of them received several arrows into the chest, killing them all, all but one. Kronnan survived. Presumed dead. Luckily for him, his leather armor kept most of the arrows at bay. One, however, did find its way through and punctured nothing, but came close to the heart. It caused enough pain that Kronnan lost consciousness. Long enough for his enemy to think him dead.
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The Deklar Tribe was attacked by the same group that has been terrorizing much of the world. They are known as the Followers of Klutu. They are led by a madman by the name of Brashnard. Brashnard, other than being a madman, is the cleric of a god name Klutu. This god, unbeknownst to all, except Brashnard, is pure evil, and seeks to destroy all other religions, and any who choose not to follow him.

With illusions of greatness, Brashnard has been able to convert many warriors to his cause, as well as many peasants, who feel oppressed by their rulers. With his growing numbers few kingdoms have the power remaining to put a stop to him, and none are going to sacrifice their pride to ally themselves with others.

There is one kingdom though that is willing to put down its pride. King Danyal Dragoon, son of Dmitri and Lauralel Dragoon, has posted a bounty for the rescue of his beloved daughter, and the death of this accursed Brashnard. He simply awaits the heroes that will step forth to take this challenge.
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[B]~The Jist of it~[/B]

Basically, kill the madman, save the princess. This is a mythical setting.
I will allow the following: Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Halflings, and Gnomes.
I will NOT allow: Demons, Half-Demons, Vampires, Half-Vampire, Were-creatures, Half Were-creature, or anything else of that sort. I’m sorry, but the inclusion of all that is ridiculous.
I expect good post quality. Even though I prefer quality over quantity, I would like to have both. Don’t have a five-sentence paragraph and be done with it. Put thought and detail into your posts.


When this starts we will all be in the presence of the King. Also, no one shall be playing the part of Brashnard. He will be more of a NPC, controlled mostly by myself, and Eclectic when she gets her sign-up on. She will be playing the part of the Damsil in Distress, hopefully...

~Sign-Ups~

[b]Name:[/b] Keep it mythical, and keep it somewhat original. I will be upset if I see Japanese type names.
[b]Age:[/b] Elves don’t live forever in my realm, and they do get old. An elf is considered an adult at 100 years of age, and an elderly at 500. So keep the ages real. Dwarves are adults at about 50. Everything is considered adults at normal ages.
[b]Race:[/b] Choose from one of the five I will accept.
[b]Class:[/b] Choose from - Barbarians, Rangers, Warriors, Thieves. NO wizards.
[b]Religion:[/b] If applicable, cannot follow Klutu if you choose a god.
[b]Description:[/b] I would prefer a well-written description. But I will take pictures. Better be good pictures that are not Japanimation, or any other form of anime. Be sure to include what armor you wear.
[b]Weapons:[/b] I like enchanted weapons, I really do. But don’t make up Demon swords, or indestructible armor. No oriental weapons either. Medieval Europe style weapons.
[b]Bio:[/b] Doesn’t really have to be long. Include your character’s personality in it.

~My Sign-Up~

[b]Name:[/b] Kronnan
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Religion:[/b] Crom
[b]Description:[/b] Kronnan is considered a giant among gnomes, dwarves, and haflings, and sometimes among humans and elves as well. He stands at a towering six feet, eleven inches. Kronnan is extremely muscular, at one point his father was afraid that he would have trouble wielding a sword. His fears diminished when he saw that his son was quite capable of holding a sword.

Since Kronnan's departure from his cold, northern home, he wears less fur and more cloth. Lucky enough to find it, Kronnan wears strong leather armor beneath a brown tunic and breeches. His boots, as described by a sailor, are like warships at full sail.

Kronnan keeps his black hair long, and lets it hang loose around his face. He has very dark eyes that are filled with unusual intellect. His skin is of a darker nature, almost a light caramel color. He has many tatoos on his back and arms that are of tribal design, but they mostly stay hidden underneath his armor and clothing.
[b]Weapons:[/b] Kronnan carries a bastard sword, forged by his father, as well as a ceremonial dagger, used to cut the hearts out of his enemies.
[b]Bio:[/b] Kronnan was practically born on the field of battle, for soon after his mother brought him into the world, their village was attacked by a neighboring tribe. After he and his mother were safely hidden away, Kronnan's father went out to join in the fray.

After many hours his father returned, bloody, but unscathed. The Deklar Tribe suffered minimal losses, while the attacking tribe was completely wiped out. Kronnan's father took his son out of the hiding place, and onto the field of battle, where there was still an enemy alive. Kronnan's father held his son in his hands as a fellow tribesman lifted up the enemy, and slit his throat. He held the body over Kronnan and allowed the blood to coat his body. Kronnan, was baptised in blood. It was the will of Crom that it be so.

Kronnan was trained by the best of warriors in his village, including his father. When he reached his seventeenth birthday, he was taken out of the village, and put into the woods, alone, with only his sword and dagger. He could only return to his village on his eighteenth birthday. By doing so would prove that he was truly a man, and worthy of Crom.

Of course, Kronnan returned to his village, strong and healthy. Since then he helped to protect the village against any raiders, and to provide food for the village.

After the annihilation of his tribe, Kronnan managed to make his way to a nearby village, where he was nursed back to health. When his strength returned to him, Kronnan set forth to find out who his attackers were, and to destroy them.

After two years of searching he discovered what the name of the group was, and who their leader was, he just did not know where to find either. Until now, when King Danyal Dragoon asked for help. [/COLOR]

[Doukeshi]

Name: Elias Asher
Age: 24
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Religion:
Description: Elias is supple and lithe in form of body, having lived most of his life as aranger outdoors and amongst the woods he bares a rugged countenance accentuated by tanned skin. Not a terribly tall man he is of average height, but finds that this comes to his advantage when concealing himself from persuers.

He has long dark brown hair that is almost always tied back. His clothing comprises of dark brown leather pants and black leather boots and a grey hooded tunic with a white shirt underneath. The cuffs of his shirt are covered by tight leather bracers common among archers and he wears many silver rings on his fingers, most notably the large thumb ring with a black onyx center. All this is topped off with a supple, brown leather jacket he wears over the top

Weapons: A sturdy long bow, carved to suit his weight perfectly and a plain but razor sharp short sword strapped to his side.

Bio: I'll complete this when I return