{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Frederick Lunnesburg
| picfile = Frederick 2.png
| alttext = Frederick on his 46th hour of work
| full_name =
| race = Human
| gender = Male
| age = 29
| date_of_birth =
| country_of_origin = Arangoth
| arrival =
| hair_color = Black
| eye_color = Black
| height = 6'2"
| weight = 110 lbs.
| aliases = Magistrate Lunnesburg
| religion =
| creed = Knowledge is power
| occupation = Magistrate
| income = Moderate
| marital_status = Bachelor
| player = [[Shayde]]
}}

=Biography=
Frederick Lunnesburg is an extremely fresh member of Drachean society, having shown up just recently on the streets of the booming city. His abnormal features hint at an extraplanar origin, though Frederick refuses to speak on anything of the sort. The man has been attempting to make a name for himself via his academic work. This work has been kept entirely quiet, no dissertations or other sorts of reports ever being written, and it seems as if he has absolutely no magic affinity in the first place. What Frederick does have is a knack for hyper-focusing and a complete disregard for the distractions others present before him

=Personality=
Frederick has no emotional responses to anything whatsoever. He's cold and plain, unnervingly honest and consistently disinterested. He doesn't make a particularly engaging conversation partner, though typically the content is fascinating. His delivery lacks.

=Physical Description=
Frederick is an extremely pale man with black hair and black eyes that lend him to a race more similar to the dark elves than to the humans of Veth. Though he stands at over six feet tall, he's waifish in a way that is almost assuredly dangerous for his health. The man is always fully dressed, his arms and legs fully covered, though every so often a glimpse of a tattoo on his back can be spotted. This tattoo is black and seemingly massive, but he has also refused anyone the chance of studying it or seeing it in its entirety to begin with.

Frederick's eyes are sunken into his head from excessive fasting, maintaining his energy purely by the way of caffeine and other stimulants while controlling the consequential jitters with excessive smoking of tobacco. Anything besides tobacco, he claims, dulls his cognition. If Frederick was able to find some time in his life to sleep and eat, he could perhaps be an above-average looking bachelor. As it stands he's worse off than most beggars in the streets. Due to his lack of constitution, it's also nearly impossible to find any part of the man with either muscle or fat. For lack of a better term, he's a skeleton with skin.

=Abilities & Skills=
Frederick has come to Drache with a multitude of skills, but these are almost always paid at a price. Frederick has always been one to agree to self-sacrifice in return for power and knowledge.
==Mundane Skills==
Cannibalistic Tribes: Frederick is an expert on cannibalistic tribes both on Veth and abroad, though he largely keeps such knowledge to himself as a precaution. This knowledge is almost assuredly known due to first-hand dealings with these peoples, but the mystics that reside within have potent magics that anyone knowledgeable in the arcane fields could attest to.

Torture: Though the man is generally very reserved, he occasionally finds someone with knowledge he seeks desperately. Frederick is a master interrogator, though he takes great pains to not kill of his target before they have served his purpose. Seeing as Drache is a new city, and Frederick has no means of plausible deniability, he has gone to great lengths to avoid something so drastic as torturing innocent civilians.

Recording: As Frederick is a servant of a being of pure knowledge, he has become extraordinarily proficient at recollection and the technical word. This does not mean that his memory is photographic. What this does entail is that he is not only skilled at cartography and reports but also drawing precise sketches, though there is absolutely no artistic spirit in them.
==Magic Skills==
Occult Banishment: Frederick is a scholar specializing in the extraplanar, serving something that could be best described as a massive library of sentient knowledge. Frederick has paid several prices for his powers, and in return the library has allowed him insight into what he finds worth the loss. Frederick is a master at banishing extraplanar entities, finding the scourge of invaders to be far more concerning than the scourge of domestic threats that plague the city. Whether or not Frederick knew these rituals before or after arriving in Drache is up for debate, but he seemed to pick it up quite quickly at the Royal University ...

Occult Summoning: Though the man is in no way someone who enjoys solving things with brute force, he's found that he can't banish everything he comes acrossed. In dire circumstances Frederick is able to summon select beings that serve his "master" to assist him, though he has never been known to bind them. Generally he deals with them as one deals with a devil, a trade for a trade. Oftentimes this is in return for knowledge, though a select few are content to be unleashed for the sake of sating blood lust. Frederick's method of summoning is potent but also very slow, often requiring blood magic in concert with activation words and occult runes.

Runewounding: Frederick also employs a sort of permanently enchanted blood magic, which is likely why the uptight man still sports a massive tattoo on his back. With enough time and preparation, Frederick can quite literally tattoo certain traits onto a being. This can take a variety of forms and a nearly infinite amount of effects, though he has to first learn the specific ritual before he can even imagine imbuing a living being with the desired trait.
==Mental Weaknesses==
Paranoia: Frederick, in his endless quest for knowledge in his relatively short human life, has become paranoid for the sake of personal safety. He tells himself that at least. He rarely has his back to groups of people, rarely works in public, and is constantly suspicious of strangers that may be trying to steal his research or sabotage his work.

Apathy: Through some sort of divine intervention, more than likely a particularly potent deal with his master, Frederick has absolutely no emotions. Though he has motivation and desire, he has no emotions attached to them. This is both a blessing and a curse; Frederick is very tough to distract and cause to act impulsively, but it further alienates him from both potential allies and general decencies.

Disassociation: At random times and for random intervals, Frederick's brain struggles to process everything in the moment. Due to the breadth of his occult knowledge, and the dangers that reside in that knowledge to his psyche, his mind occasionally shuts down and attempts to "reboot" in the present moment. This leads to abrupt catatonia that can last up to a few hours. Luckily enough, Frederick is not at risk of this behavior when heavily stimulated (such as in the heat of a battle), though he has often poured steaming coffee onto himself due to the abrupt onset of an attack.

=Equipment=
==Weapons==
*An obsidian athame
==Tools==
*A home at the feet of the Ruthmarnan Range
*Office at Chancellory
*Teleportation door at Chancellory & home
*Countless manuscripts and journals
*Several occult spellbooks (encrypted by hand)
*Assorted chalks/inks/other writing utensils
*A tattooing toolset

[[Category: Player Characters]]

2020-07-30T21:03:10Z

Shayde:

Mazhekhi

2020-07-30T21:02:00Z

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{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Mazhekhi
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| alttext =
| full_name = Mazhekhi Kazkan
| race = Human, Khalaran
| gender = Female
| age = 28
| date_of_birth = In the spring.
| country_of_origin = Kahlahra
| arrival =
| hair_color = Brown
| eye_color = Hazel
| height = 5’3”
| weight = 130lbs
| aliases = Mac
| religion = Khalar
| creed = Survival is not everything.
| occupation = Horse trader
| income =
| marital_status = Single
| player = Selestia
}}
=Biography=
Having been gone from Arangoth for years she is not a familiar face, a member of one of the nomadic Khalar tribes, though it is unclear exactly which one. Her comfort in the crowds of Drache may put her firmly in the Dilakh tribe, though it has never been confirmed. The last time in Drache, she was trading horses as would be expected of a Khalar, though she had been rather slow about it, enjoying the company of new friends.
With more fine beasts in tow this time, there is a sense of more of a permanent feel to her arrival, a set of jaw and cold look that says she is not going to leave Drache anytime soon.

=Personality=
Mazhekhi is cautious, calm, and does not excite easily, treating most people around her like they are spooked horses that will react unfavorably at the slightest startle. She is soft-spoken and succinct, unwilling to mince around words. To her, there is no sense in taking too long to say what you mean. There is little room in her for excuses of brutality. While her people are often ostentatious in their display of wealth due to their nomadic nature, Mac practices a humble appearance, leaving displays of any sort of wealth for formal occasions, wanting to be accepted as the individual person and not the potential riches.
Mac will not tolerate the overt abuse of an animal, particularly a horse.

=Physical Description=
Her diminutive size puts her at odds with her tall, statuesque kin, though she has added muscle and curve beneath her robes to compensate. Her hair is a tawny brown that she keeps tightly secured beneath the scarf around her head. Rich hazel eyes are lined thickly with kohl, a common custom among desert-dwelling people. Her hands are rough, calloused, with scars and knicks from years of working with raw leather and being near gnashing horse teeth.
The dark brown tunic she wears has flowing sleeves that brush over her knuckles when she stands still. Not as ornately decorated as others in her tribe, it is almost a dull affair, with small embellishments of embroidery in gold on the sleeves and hem. Trousers blend in beneath the split skirt of similar fabric and design, allowing for ease of riding on horseback, and tuck into soft leather boots that lace halfway up her shins.
While traveling Mac does not wear any outward signs of wealth just as she does not wear ornate clothing, a tactic to keep from being targeted on the roads. Off the roads, she has a small cache of bracelets and bangles of hammered gold and silver, among other small baubles, that she would wear for special occasions.

=Abilities & Skills=
==Physical Attributes==
While she is short, she is sturdy and muscular from years of hard work and labor. Various scars from years working her trade.
==Mundane Skills==
Talented equestrian.
Leatherworking, particular of tack and saddles.
Negotiating skills.
==Magic Skills==
=Equipment=
==Weapons==
Bow and arrow on the saddle of her horse; she practices horse archery.
Hunting knife in her belt.
==Armor==
==Tools==

=Goals=
[[Category: Player Characters]]

Marius Kyshrin

2020-06-29T00:01:40Z

Shayde:

{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Marius Kyshrin
| picfile = Marius.jpeg
| alttext =
| full_name =
| race = Gemarind
| gender = Male
| age = 26
| date_of_birth =
| country_of_origin = Elvendeep
| arrival =
| hair_color = Blonde
| eye_color = Blue
| height = 6’3”
| weight = 190 lbs.
| aliases =
| religion = Menxism
| creed = Order in all forms
| occupation = Templar of Menxvan
| income = Moderate
| marital_status = Bachelor
| player = Shayde
}}

=Biography=
Marius grew up in a peculiar social class. Undoubtedly a human, raised among humans, but living in the heart of Elvendeep. As a Gemarind he was closer to the elves than most both physically and mentally, though he never was able to penetrate their steel ranks. Instead he struggled to match their wisdom and prowess. The Gemarinds were a shadow of their former selves, their home of Beren overrun by the hordes of Zul Kiras.

Marius focused the majority of his early energy into training and tutelage, and that carried well into his adolescence. His father was very clear in Marius’ purpose — bring honor back to the dying Gemarind people, at any cost. Though his family and the elves that orbited about them were not sufficient in his training, and he moved on to the Menxvanic Templar stronghold of Sonkovath Village.

There he continued his training, focusing primarily on aggressive military tactics and training. Despite his devout service to Menxvan, the mission of reclaiming Beren was always deep in his mind. It guided everything he sought to achieve. After several years in Sonkovath Village, Marius had been trained as a formidable Purifier, a caste of Templar that closely follows a militarily-oriented version of the inquisitor.

With his training, and the blessings of his brethren, Marius traveled across Drache for a handful of years. Purifying chaos where it was found, saving damsels in distress, he was little more than a holy hedge knight. Eventually, however, he was recruited to assist in a variety of notable adventures.

First he delved into the ruins of Amas`Kyaa, destroying the heart of chaos and corruption in those aged ruins and coming out of it with newfound respect for several compatriots, as well as a sizable chunk of aged adamantine. This adamantine would be forged by the monk-smith Guiscard into Irnutath, a blade that Marius has kept at his side ever since its creation. Blessed by the Lord Templar as a reward and incredibly durable, Marius never lets it leave his side.

Then Marius went to Mhernettla, to cleanse the endless well of corruption that had been created there by the malevolent forces of the Elgar. Marius faced off in single combat with one of the champions of Mhernettla, and died in the process of cleansing his opponent. Though technically successful, his soul was absorbed into the well of corruption and all that remained was his blade.

Thanks to the endless effort of several holy men of Menxvan and the leadership of Father Hurnuth, Marius experienced a complete resurrection. From nothing came Marius’ new body, the same as that he had lost but also incredibly different. Complete devoid of the scars and blemishes of the earlier years of his life, Marius now struggles to find his way in this world. Only duty carries him forward.

=Personality=
Marius is a fierce optimist, finding the best in everything life throws at him. Part of this is his upbringing and part of it is an innate jovial nature — unfortunately, this nature has slowly eroded as Marius has become increasingly haunted by his past. Despite being a champion of order, the forces of chaos have a way of being thoroughly terrible.

Marius tries his best to be personable and is always happy to assist someone in need. He often meets friends by first by assisting them in public service, and he’s had plenty of interested female parties begin their relationships with him in much the same way.

=Physical Description=
Marius is human, but he does have hints of his elvish bloodline in his appearance. A bit more lithe and pretty than most human men, he is still well-muscled thanks to his constant training and work. His body is porcelain and impossibly perfect, with no scars or blemishes and perfect symmetry. Though perhaps seen as beautiful, the longer one looks the more uncanny Marius becomes.

=Abilities & Skills=
==Mundane Skills==
* Horse riding
* Arms instruction
* Swordfighting

==Magic Skills==
* Enhanced strength and speed (Templar blessings)
* Purifying Chaos (long technique with much personal drain)
* Limited healing (stabilizing near-death)

=Equipment=
==Weapons==
* Irnutath — Adamantine hand-and-a-half arming sword with Gemarind runes inscribed into the flat of the blade and his personal crest engraved into the pommel. Blade itself is a chalky white. Blessed by Menxvan as a reward for helping cleanse Amas`kyaa.

==Armor==
* Plate mail worn in battle, with a Menxvanic surcoat
* Blessed pendant of Menxvan
==Tools==
* Horse

[[Category: Player Characters]]

File:Marius.jpeg

2020-06-28T23:59:43Z

Shayde:

Emir Deyash

2020-05-13T18:31:45Z

Shayde: /* Biography */

{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Emir Deyash
| picfile =
| alttext =

| full_name =
| race = [[Korthai]]
| gender = Male
| age = 35
| date_of_birth = 24.x.454
| country_of_origin =
| arrival =
| hair_color = Black
| eye_color = Silver
| height = 5'10"
| weight = 180 lbs.
| aliases =
| religion = Traditional Sea Serpent worship
| creed = Success by any means
| occupation = Sailor
| income = Wealthy
| marital_status = Married
| player = [[Shayde]]
}}

=Biography=
Emir Deyash arrived only a few months before the Arangothian Civil War occurred, being interested in the stirrings of war and the services he could provide. As a high-ranking member of the Korthai's governing body, the Lantya, Emir was integral in arranging naval defense for Drache in an era where Drache had no independent navy. Emir was equally integral in the selling of arms to the Drachean peoples, though he personally did not make any known profits off of the deal. Korthai have quite a sweet spot for freedom fighting and rebels.

Nowadays, Emir can often be found (when he's not on the seas captaining his ship, the Dazla Berash) traveling the world, sailing about and working on a variety of mundane skills he's neglected during his life as a bachelor of Siveth. He doesn't have any notable businesses or connections in Drache besides the aforementioned, but he is not afraid of doling out "street justice" as he sees it fit. Such acts have landed him before courts in the past.

==Early Years==
Emir's ancestry is curious, to say the least. Though both of his parents are Korthai, his mother had a surprisingly small amount of Najjiran blood in her that manifested itself greatly in Emir's appearance. Thankfully, the Korthai haven't a single problem with mixed ancestry, but the young Deyash spent the whole of his formative years ensuring nobody thought he didn't rightfully belong on the Lantya. He began sailing when he could walk, participating in the simplest chores around a vessel. He put in his dues. As all Lantya members are required to be captains, and he was destined to be a member, his father set him upon a ship as a captain-in-training as early as ten years old.

His childhood was generally very quiet, though his mother died when he was too young to even remember her face. His father, being a captain as well as a council member, was largely too busy to raise Emir on his own, though he assuredly tried. The entire ship had a hand in raising the young Deyash, and he grew understanding his place was at the deck of a ship. He never questioned such a designation, feeling perfectly at home on the oceans of Siveth, and he flourished.

Around the age of fourteen, Emir was formally betrothed to his current wife, Luin. Luin had been a childhood friend of his, and the daughter of another Lantya member. Emir and Luin were always very close, but they had a mutual understanding when it came to marriage. They opted to rely on Sea Husbands/Wives for their more practical pleasures, and simply find each others company as best friends would. When they married, at the traditional age of eighteen, that was understood. They've never had a spat.
==Middle Years==
By the time Emir was twenty, he was the helmsman of his father's vessel, and that sort of responsibility was cherished. He quickly began to take on his father's responsibilities. His father's health began to worsen. When his father passed, Emir was 22, and he took both the Dazla Berash and his father's Lantya position as his own. The next 11 years were spent alternating between spending time with his wife Luin and prowling the seas. He became infamous around the circles of the Korthai, though to outsiders he was a nobody. His reputation of leaving no quarter on captured vessels, and leaving the empty vessels to float cargo-less for as long as it took for them to be discovered, both led to him becoming the mastermind behind numerous mysterious raids that have yet to be solved.

As Emir came upon the brewing situation in Drache, he saw an opportunity to truly test his mettle, and served as de facto naval defense for the city until the province of Transdariania created its own standing navy. Soon after being released, he became involved with Magistrate Senkessa Silak, her eyes catching his attention even as she served him a sentence for serving "street justice" to a Mexrukian.

=Personality=
Emir, like many of his Korthai peers, is a man of pragmatism and ambition. Ever since he was young he was determined to make something of himself. Despite his privileged position within Korthai society, he worked just as hard and struggled just as much to gain the reputation he has earned. Cutthroat and cold when working, though generally warm and carefree when he's off to tend to his own devices.

=Physical Description=
Emir is a stocky, broad-shouldered man, with a shaven head and striking silver eyes. His skin is tanned from a combination of his hours spent in the sun and his Najjiran heritage. He wears loose tunics and pants tapered at the ankle, not restricting his movement while staying comfortable and cool. He wears slippers or goes barefoot depending on if he's on his ship or not.

=Abilities & Skills=
==Mundane Skills==
*Sailing
*Fighting (brawling)
*Navigating
*Appraisal
=Equipment=
==Weapons==
*Hand axe
==Tools==
*Dazla Berash
*Various port authorizations
*Massive wooden map of Siveth

[[Category: Player Characters]]

Linn

2020-03-01T00:57:11Z

Shayde:

{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Linn
| picfile = Linn2.jpg
| alttext = Linn tinkering with a new invention

| full_name = Linn Arnold LeQuin
| race = Human
| gender = Male
| age = 208
| date_of_birth = 14.x.281
| country_of_origin = [[Arangoth]]
| arrival =
| hair_color = White
| eye_color = Blue
| height = 5'4" hunched, 6'0" upright
| weight = 130 lbs.
| aliases = Old Man, Hermit, Floxod LeQuin
The Scythe That Reaps the Heads of Each Offender to the Crown and Does a Jig On Their Grave, | religion = Menxism
| creed = What, ah, was that, boy? I forget.
| occupation = Floxod of the Tagranian thorp of Agathaville
| income = Wealthy
| marital_status = Widower
| player = [[Shayde]]
}}

=Biography=
Linn's story is one that has intersected with many, but has shown at the forefront of none. It's something of a surprise then that the aged man has now decided to surface in [[Drache]], with all the fanfare of a beggar walking into a park. Linn, from the standpoint of many, is a man of several peculiar tastes that could only be feasibly sated in such a bustling metropolis as Drache has come to be. His never-ending hunger for cranberries, his apparent dementia, and his past marriage to the deceased floxod [[Agatha]] all, at first, seem to be peculiar qualities even for a wizard beyond his years. Regardless, the aging man still toils on with such projects as his personal astral cheese servant [[Alpheus]], or handing out artifacts of apparent uselessness to passerby. Recently, he has been ennobled by the Drachean Interim Council, and as such was awarded the thorp he has since named [[Agathaville]] in honor of his wife.

==Early Years==
Linn Arnold LeQuin grew up in relatively simple conditions, even so far as the fantastical land of [[Arangoth]] is concerned. His father a simple cranberry farmer, his mother busying herself at the local dairy if not caring for her only child, it was an upbringing that was both dull and sublime. Far removed from any strife, living quite comfortably in a small hamlet to the east of [[Angelain]], Linn's kick to adventure wouldn't come for some time.

There have been accounts, rare as they are, of a certain young girl that had grown up with him and even stayed in contact into his later years. This, of course, is not confirmed; Linn himself has never been spoken to on the subject, and as such only second or third-hand accounts can be considered at present. Most accounts also are questionable on their accuracy, as many of them diverge and focus on different people instead of Linn himself, but what each of them does agree on entirely is that if the woman does indeed exist her name was Agatha Lexius. Linn and Agatha both lived in the same thorp, were schooled together, and in general seemed inseparable. In Linn's young teens, and perhaps mid-teens as well, it's a reasonable assumption that the two were romantically involved. Again, however, no sources have expressly confirmed the suspicion, Linn himself least of all.

As the young LeQuin grew into adulthood, his schooling had begun to excel what a simple one-room school teacher could convey and Linn was given the opportunity to attend the Royal University when it still resided in Millabratel. Once there, he was notably one of the first students in the Royal University's storied history to have effectively doubled his workload, taking a full course load in both the Military Sciences and Arcane Studies schools of study. The reason for this choice, or even simply for the choices on topics, are unknown. The Royal University has not, and undoubtedly never will, dispute that Linn LeQuin was a remarkable student in terms of aptitude and achievement.

What every professor that still roams the halls will add to the topic is invariable, however. Linn was an awful student when it came to the basic rules and regulations of the University. Record Books recount an upward of 100 different citations for various activities, from mundane pranks to nearly breaking a fellow Arcane Studies student's neck over a verbal exchange that quickly became physical. As such, Linn made few friends, but those that he did had the same sort of short temper and penchant for mischief. It's at this point, the time of graduation, that Agatha ceases to be a topic in his life story. Whether or not she was still present and simply fell to the sidelines is up for interpretation, but Linn refuses to ever speak on her.

When Linn Lequin did graduate, he was 25 years old. He had gained both a certification to command small forces in the Arangothek national military and a certification to practice his preferred form of arcane studies, artificing, free of regulation. An honor he took with a large amount of gratitude.

==Middle Years==
As Linn left the grounds of the Royal University, he and a few of his closest cohorts had decided to use their various talents to serve the Crown. Coming from both the schools of Military Sciences and Arcane Studies, the group at first seemed like a smattering of young upstarts but quickly proved themselves to be a formidable force. The [[Assi]] were embroiled in a war with Arangoth at the time over several land disputes, and as such Linn and company were happy to join in on the action on the side of the Crown. Though technically a part of Arangoth's formal military, the nature of the soldiers that participated in the squad led to the opinion that they were better left largely autonomous.

Naming themselves the [[Reapers]], they swept through the Assi, though heavy losses were incurred. In one notable instance, after a night of debauchery following the razing of an Assi settlement, a lone warrior came back to his home to find it destroyed and occupied by the Arangothek squad. As is Assi tradition, the lone warrior challenged Linn himself to single combat, and Linn accepted. Though Linn had never been awful with the blade, and he had received formal training at the University's Military Studies school, he was horribly outclassed and permanently crippled his right leg. It never truly healed. The lone warrior, after landing the crippling blow, was quickly overtaken by the full force of the Reapers and their anger was released in a cathartic release that most accounts refuse to describe. Though Linn was never officially the leader of the group, they often looked to him for guidance, and as such he began to fill the role an increasing amount.

It's also during the campaign against the Assi that it's reported Linn LeQuin took a liking to arcane powder, a destructive amphetamine that grants a sudden rush of arcane aptitude but ruins the body in return. After the Assi campaign was concluded, the Reapers were without a dedicated purpose, and as such decided to instead try their hand at mercenary work. So long as they didn't act against the Crown, they took any job that paid, and each amassed a sizable fortune in turn. During this touring, he gained the fearsome moniker he would rather have everyone forget. This went on for an upwards of 40 years, until most were old enough to retire and settle back in Arangoth. Linn was 63.

==Late Years==
Linn, for whatever reason, is especially long-lived for a human. It would not be absurd to speculate he created a spell or saved enough of his fortune to pay for an enchantment that prolonged his lifespan, but regardless of what the source is he hasn't died of old age yet. After majority of the Reapers retired, Linn moved back to Millabratel, owning a shop specializing in magic baubles with a side business in arms dealing and golemization. This itself went on for 120 years or so, his fortune growing sizably but his philanthropy growing in equal amounts.

These years are largely unremarkable, Linn settling down and not making any extensive forays into a project that changed the face of even his dining room table. The once-fiery LeQuin also seemed to have settled down in terms of women, as there are no accounts of any sort that describe a serious relationship for all of those shop-keeping Millabratel years. As the years wore on, Linn grew more and more decrepit, his mind taking the brunt of the elongated degradation.

By the time he had moved to Drache, he was some 180 years old, and the dementia had already begun to set in. The condition had no doubt been exacerbated by the arcane powder usage, but to this day Linn also refuses to make any comment on the subject. After settling in Drache, Linn seemed to finally realize that he was still on a ticking clock. He sold all of his holdings in Millabratel, bought a small home in the Back Alley, and bought an old shop that he converted into a storage unit for the most precious of his magical works and treasures. Every once and a while, if a passerby is so lucky, Linn is known to hand out a powerful artifact after entirely forgetting its purpose or value. Occasionally both.

On the whole, Linn's Drachean years have been quite mundane, with quite a bit of cranberry consumption and cheese obsession that no doubt harkens back to his sense of lost childhood. Most recently, in honor of Linn's undying devotion to Arangoth and its independence, Linn has been named Floxod of the thorp of Agathaville. No doubt also a piece of his childhood, desperately grasped but nonetheless out of reach.

=Personality=
When Linn is sharp, he's really sharp. It's incredibly rare. Most of the time he loses his train of thought more than he can maintain it, he assumes everyone is a young boy and he is continuously munching on cranberries.

If Alpheus is there, he can generally bounce off of his astral cheese golem for support. Reminders and points to focus on are a boon, though Alpheus is silent. It's hard to tell how Linn can tell what he means.

=Physical Description=
Linn has an oversized wizard hat, ragged patchwork robes that have been repaired and re-repaired countless times, and a massive white beard that is typically stained pink from his habitual cranberry consumption. He's got a large limp and an impressive hunch, and he periodically takes large naps right in the King's Inn's main area.

=Abilities & Skills=
==Mundane Skills==
*Military tactics
*Cranberry tasting/growing/etc
*Administration
==Magic Skills==
*Artificing: Linn infuses objects with magic, creating sentient objects and artifacts with various uses. Everything from simple enlarging marbles to fully sentient golems are artifice, and Linn is a master. If only he could focus on a project long enough to finish it.
*Can use the spells found in his spellbooks, which involve being able to read better (he doesn't believe in buying glasses) and assorted artifice spells.

=Equipment=
==Weapons==
*Plain wooden wizard's staff
==Armor==
*His ragged robes, though it doesn't afford him much protection
==Tools==
*Alpheus, a 10' tall Astral Cheese golem that is shaped similarly to Michelangelo's David. He's silent and his face is blank, but he can understand commands
*A warehouse/workshop in Drache's merchant district
*A home in Agathaville (and Agathaville itself)
*Numerous magical artifacts of varying importance and value (magical trinkets such as a jar that screams when opened, healing potions that scream when drank, etc.). Stone of Concord possibly present.

[[Category: Player Characters]]

Linn

2020-03-01T00:55:59Z

Shayde:

{{Infobox Sheet
| name = Linn
| picfile = https://www.blkdragon.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Linn2.jpg
| alttext = Linn tinkering with a new invention

| full_name = Linn Arnold LeQuin
| race = Human
| gender = Male
| age = 208
| date_of_birth = 14.x.281
| country_of_origin = [[Arangoth]]
| arrival =
| hair_color = White
| eye_color = Blue
| height = 5'4" hunched, 6'0" upright
| weight = 130 lbs.
| aliases = Old Man, Hermit, Floxod LeQuin
The Scythe That Reaps the Heads of Each Offender to the Crown and Does a Jig On Their Grave, | religion = Menxism
| creed = What, ah, was that, boy? I forget.
| occupation = Floxod of the Tagranian thorp of Agathaville
| income = Wealthy
| marital_status = Widower
| player = [[Shayde]]
}}

=Biography=
Linn's story is one that has intersected with many, but has shown at the forefront of none. It's something of a surprise then that the aged man has now decided to surface in [[Drache]], with all the fanfare of a beggar walking into a park. Linn, from the standpoint of many, is a man of several peculiar tastes that could only be feasibly sated in such a bustling metropolis as Drache has come to be. His never-ending hunger for cranberries, his apparent dementia, and his past marriage to the deceased floxod [[Agatha]] all, at first, seem to be peculiar qualities even for a wizard beyond his years. Regardless, the aging man still toils on with such projects as his personal astral cheese servant [[Alpheus]], or handing out artifacts of apparent uselessness to passerby. Recently, he has been ennobled by the Drachean Interim Council, and as such was awarded the thorp he has since named [[Agathaville]] in honor of his wife.

==Early Years==
Linn Arnold LeQuin grew up in relatively simple conditions, even so far as the fantastical land of [[Arangoth]] is concerned. His father a simple cranberry farmer, his mother busying herself at the local dairy if not caring for her only child, it was an upbringing that was both dull and sublime. Far removed from any strife, living quite comfortably in a small hamlet to the east of [[Angelain]], Linn's kick to adventure wouldn't come for some time.

There have been accounts, rare as they are, of a certain young girl that had grown up with him and even stayed in contact into his later years. This, of course, is not confirmed; Linn himself has never been spoken to on the subject, and as such only second or third-hand accounts can be considered at present. Most accounts also are questionable on their accuracy, as many of them diverge and focus on different people instead of Linn himself, but what each of them does agree on entirely is that if the woman does indeed exist her name was Agatha Lexius. Linn and Agatha both lived in the same thorp, were schooled together, and in general seemed inseparable. In Linn's young teens, and perhaps mid-teens as well, it's a reasonable assumption that the two were romantically involved. Again, however, no sources have expressly confirmed the suspicion, Linn himself least of all.

As the young LeQuin grew into adulthood, his schooling had begun to excel what a simple one-room school teacher could convey and Linn was given the opportunity to attend the Royal University when it still resided in Millabratel. Once there, he was notably one of the first students in the Royal University's storied history to have effectively doubled his workload, taking a full course load in both the Military Sciences and Arcane Studies schools of study. The reason for this choice, or even simply for the choices on topics, are unknown. The Royal University has not, and undoubtedly never will, dispute that Linn LeQuin was a remarkable student in terms of aptitude and achievement.

What every professor that still roams the halls will add to the topic is invariable, however. Linn was an awful student when it came to the basic rules and regulations of the University. Record Books recount an upward of 100 different citations for various activities, from mundane pranks to nearly breaking a fellow Arcane Studies student's neck over a verbal exchange that quickly became physical. As such, Linn made few friends, but those that he did had the same sort of short temper and penchant for mischief. It's at this point, the time of graduation, that Agatha ceases to be a topic in his life story. Whether or not she was still present and simply fell to the sidelines is up for interpretation, but Linn refuses to ever speak on her.

When Linn Lequin did graduate, he was 25 years old. He had gained both a certification to command small forces in the Arangothek national military and a certification to practice his preferred form of arcane studies, artificing, free of regulation. An honor he took with a large amount of gratitude.

==Middle Years==
As Linn left the grounds of the Royal University, he and a few of his closest cohorts had decided to use their various talents to serve the Crown. Coming from both the schools of Military Sciences and Arcane Studies, the group at first seemed like a smattering of young upstarts but quickly proved themselves to be a formidable force. The [[Assi]] were embroiled in a war with Arangoth at the time over several land disputes, and as such Linn and company were happy to join in on the action on the side of the Crown. Though technically a part of Arangoth's formal military, the nature of the soldiers that participated in the squad led to the opinion that they were better left largely autonomous.

Naming themselves the [[Reapers]], they swept through the Assi, though heavy losses were incurred. In one notable instance, after a night of debauchery following the razing of an Assi settlement, a lone warrior came back to his home to find it destroyed and occupied by the Arangothek squad. As is Assi tradition, the lone warrior challenged Linn himself to single combat, and Linn accepted. Though Linn had never been awful with the blade, and he had received formal training at the University's Military Studies school, he was horribly outclassed and permanently crippled his right leg. It never truly healed. The lone warrior, after landing the crippling blow, was quickly overtaken by the full force of the Reapers and their anger was released in a cathartic release that most accounts refuse to describe. Though Linn was never officially the leader of the group, they often looked to him for guidance, and as such he began to fill the role an increasing amount.

It's also during the campaign against the Assi that it's reported Linn LeQuin took a liking to arcane powder, a destructive amphetamine that grants a sudden rush of arcane aptitude but ruins the body in return. After the Assi campaign was concluded, the Reapers were without a dedicated purpose, and as such decided to instead try their hand at mercenary work. So long as they didn't act against the Crown, they took any job that paid, and each amassed a sizable fortune in turn. During this touring, he gained the fearsome moniker he would rather have everyone forget. This went on for an upwards of 40 years, until most were old enough to retire and settle back in Arangoth. Linn was 63.

==Late Years==
Linn, for whatever reason, is especially long-lived for a human. It would not be absurd to speculate he created a spell or saved enough of his fortune to pay for an enchantment that prolonged his lifespan, but regardless of what the source is he hasn't died of old age yet. After majority of the Reapers retired, Linn moved back to Millabratel, owning a shop specializing in magic baubles with a side business in arms dealing and golemization. This itself went on for 120 years or so, his fortune growing sizably but his philanthropy growing in equal amounts.

These years are largely unremarkable, Linn settling down and not making any extensive forays into a project that changed the face of even his dining room table. The once-fiery LeQuin also seemed to have settled down in terms of women, as there are no accounts of any sort that describe a serious relationship for all of those shop-keeping Millabratel years. As the years wore on, Linn grew more and more decrepit, his mind taking the brunt of the elongated degradation.

By the time he had moved to Drache, he was some 180 years old, and the dementia had already begun to set in. The condition had no doubt been exacerbated by the arcane powder usage, but to this day Linn also refuses to make any comment on the subject. After settling in Drache, Linn seemed to finally realize that he was still on a ticking clock. He sold all of his holdings in Millabratel, bought a small home in the Back Alley, and bought an old shop that he converted into a storage unit for the most precious of his magical works and treasures. Every once and a while, if a passerby is so lucky, Linn is known to hand out a powerful artifact after entirely forgetting its purpose or value. Occasionally both.

On the whole, Linn's Drachean years have been quite mundane, with quite a bit of cranberry consumption and cheese obsession that no doubt harkens back to his sense of lost childhood. Most recently, in honor of Linn's undying devotion to Arangoth and its independence, Linn has been named Floxod of the thorp of Agathaville. No doubt also a piece of his childhood, desperately grasped but nonetheless out of reach.

=Personality=
When Linn is sharp, he's really sharp. It's incredibly rare. Most of the time he loses his train of thought more than he can maintain it, he assumes everyone is a young boy and he is continuously munching on cranberries.

If Alpheus is there, he can generally bounce off of his astral cheese golem for support. Reminders and points to focus on are a boon, though Alpheus is silent. It's hard to tell how Linn can tell what he means.

=Physical Description=
Linn has an oversized wizard hat, ragged patchwork robes that have been repaired and re-repaired countless times, and a massive white beard that is typically stained pink from his habitual cranberry consumption. He's got a large limp and an impressive hunch, and he periodically takes large naps right in the King's Inn's main area.

=Abilities & Skills=
==Mundane Skills==
*Military tactics
*Cranberry tasting/growing/etc
*Administration
==Magic Skills==
*Artificing: Linn infuses objects with magic, creating sentient objects and artifacts with various uses. Everything from simple enlarging marbles to fully sentient golems are artifice, and Linn is a master. If only he could focus on a project long enough to finish it.
*Can use the spells found in his spellbooks, which involve being able to read better (he doesn't believe in buying glasses) and assorted artifice spells.

=Equipment=
==Weapons==
*Plain wooden wizard's staff
==Armor==
*His ragged robes, though it doesn't afford him much protection
==Tools==
*Alpheus, a 10' tall Astral Cheese golem that is shaped similarly to Michelangelo's David. He's silent and his face is blank, but he can understand commands
*A warehouse/workshop in Drache's merchant district
*A home in Agathaville (and Agathaville itself)
*Numerous magical artifacts of varying importance and value (magical trinkets such as a jar that screams when opened, healing potions that scream when drank, etc.). Stone of Concord possibly present.

[[Category: Player Characters]]

2019-08-29T07:04:26Z

2019-08-27T22:18:23Z

Shayde: /* Barbarian tribes */

Class and Profession

2019-08-27T22:18:02Z

Shayde: /* Witches, Druids, Shamans */