Navalic

Not really an RP challenge, but rn im on a mission to collect one from every monkbread type.

My first character had a "Goofy town hero" era at the beginning where his main weapon was a folding steel chair and also used random wrestling moves like pulling a suplex on a ghoul. Also he owned a horse named Peanut who had maxed out HP, but really low speed so i always roleplayed that his horse is extremely fat and can't run fast. The character is now just a retired chill grandpa, but i had the most hilarious CRP battles during that time. THE CHAIRMAN NEVER FALLS

"Na bazdmeg..." (Oh f#ck...) The elder White-River said, opening a dusty and old wooden chest and pulling out his beloved Balianese armor "Guess im gonna keep this thing close in case they go crazy and call an Aengul again to throw flaming rocks from the sky..." And with that, the old men sits back into his comfy rocking chair, sipping tea "This empire is just faakin' ridiculous"

FULL NAME: Navalic of White-River AGE: 67 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Hunted darkspawn under the Balianese Regiment, later worked as an independent hunter while researching beasts and daemonic artifacts to forge specialized weaponry for the common to use against monsters. Fought on both the northern and western front during the war against the mountain and aided the Imperial Guard both in combat and with knowledge about different creatures of darkness. SIGNED NAME: Navalic of White-River METHOD OF CONTACT: navalic (DC) Navalic (Ign)

"Bless me o' Great Steel Spirit" Murmured the elder White-River, standing next to the ruins of Lurin as he raised his hands towards the raging sea, torn by the horrible storm around him as the only light was not from warm homes but by the eternal war of lightning above the clouds. And yet he stands, fallen lord of sea and steel, tired hound of war... Once proud High Ambassador of his Motherland. "Bless my soul with the eternal flames of your mighty forge as time defeats and my flesh betrays me. Give me your strenght one last time, make me the bulwark of the weak as i always lived by your teachings, and was finest of your steel when waged war against the darkness and its creatures..." His voice was like thunder, challenging the storm itself as he never knelt for no God or Daemon. But still, this time he waited... waited for something that called him for long nights. "Too much time has passed, too much i betrayed by my own cowardness... and still life was kind with me... and like all, i shall need to repay this kindness tenfold" Rain dropped from his grey beard as he raised his burned face towards the raging sky, remembering the fateful day when he lost everything in that cursed voidal storm long years ago, before waking up on the warm sands of Aevos... but still there was one he kept hidden for all these years. A secret he protected by all cost. "Unite me with her once again as we are one in eternity... Give me back my dear Stormbreaker" The old man slowly closed his eyes as the sound of a single horn from the sea shaked the ground below him and calmed the deadly storm, revealing a lone ghost ship among the waves. Covered in its own smoke, like a beautiful maiden hiding behind the finest silks. Fighting her never ending war against the great sea and cutting through its waves to answer her master, towering over the ruined city as they finally united again to save the ones who only wished for peace in this cursed world.

✠ - Rider: Navalic of White-River ✠ - Champion: Paper eating idiot ✠ - Realm: Burgundy (Alba) ✠ - Liege or Lord: N/A

Name: Navalic of White-River Affiliation: High Commander of Venatores Inanis Relevant Titles or Aliases: The Chairman

Navalic of White-River reads the missive, but his eyes only showed pain and sadness as he looked around in his family's new home in Alba. A home that only feels like a prison to him. "Doesn't matters how many monsters and horrors i defeat... When i was needed the most, i left these brave people behind" his voice was heavy as his eyes turned to his son, peacefully sleeping on his metal arm. "We left the warm lands of Balian because i wanted to protect you... But in the end, your father is just a traitor you can never be proud of"

Navalic sits in front of his beloved forge, reading his friend's words "People are blinded by the war and reject to finally open their eyes to see the true enemy lurking in the shadows" The Chairman turns his burned face at the warm Balianese sun before walking into the forge's vault "I witnessed the fall of my Motherland, watched the death of both Daemons and Gods from our trenches as we choosed to fight for our freedom..." Muttered to himself as he opened a long wooden box, revealing an old Szablya made by his Great Steel Nation "...and im willing to show the way for others who brave enough to raise their weapons against the horrors of the unclean." The air stopped around him, as he finally raised his voice again "We shall descend into hell and lurk in the same shadows, to protect the life of mortals"

In the quiet peace of the White-River forge, Navalic sit next to a large table, watching the crab servants work tirelessly around the forge. Some even went out to protect the manor of his family without he ever ordering it. A smile appeared on his burned face as he slowly realized. "These little creatures are not larger than a dog, and yet they willing to die for my family just because we gave them a purpose to work for." *his voice was still tired as he spent the last few days in the wilderness to protect the people from the horrors of Darkspawn. His smile then turned cold as the missive finally reached him. A cloud of smoke covered him as he ignited his pipe. "I call you my King as the law states, but still i only respect you because i see you as a men like me. A simple mortal like us, walking among his people, and yet it means more than a crown or any riches" His words was full of sadness "But still... Why people are blind to see the truth? Why i risk my life every day to protect them from the horrors of the unclean, when they only care about to spill the blood of their brothers? Why they can't see that our real enemy is only growing stronger as we fight eachother?" A loud metallic bang shaked the tools hanging behind him, as he stood up and slammed his steel hand on the table "Why they can't see? There are no Gods... Only Daemons with great power, making us act like fools by their evil orders!" He shouted before sitting back. The crabs in the forge all stopped and turned to him, waiting for his order "We need weapons... As many as possible, to protect the commonfolk" Raised his large metal arm in the air as the small servants started working harder than ever, filling the air with the burning heat of the smelter, and the loud noise of hot metal under their hammers.

War is ravaging your country? Bandits of Ravenmire breaking into your home? Filthy darkspawn stole your dog? Or you just hate your annoying neighbor? Fear not! The White-River Forge at Balian have everything you need for home defence! "The Idiot Puncher" - 100 Minas "Burglar's Bane" - 120 Minas "The De-Pontiff-icator" - 150 Minas "Big BOOMA The Bandit Stoppa" - 250 Minas

IGN: Navalic CHARACTER NAME: The Chairman, Navalic of White-River DO YOU HAVE A HORSE & LANCE: Yes