Knighty

MC Name: Hellsbane IC Name: Varien Moore Age: 30 Race: Human, Highlander Minor Backstory: Varien grew up as a Northener, within a small village north of the dwarven mountains living as a hunter of game to help support the village. Wolves were a constant issue, always attacking the limited sheep stock that the villagers used for wool to help against the harsh temperature drops. At the age of 29, Varien left his village in search of a greater challenge, not sated with the monotonous lifestyle of wolven attrition. He traversed the wilds to the south, surving with what he had learnt growing up arriving at the cloud temple with little to no resources left. Spotting a poster about a hunting organisation on a nearby board, the idea of hunting monsters and foul beasts sounded like it was just the lifestyle he had been seeking.

Kailon slides a piece of parchment that had been laying on his desk since the morning, as he gave it a glance over under torch-light. A furrowed brow developed on his face as he studied the proposal of a beast hunt atop the open sea. His face grew brighter, as he nodded in approval, his pipe reaching his mouth, with small puffs of smoke emitting from his nose afterwards. "Seem like it'd be just the thing tuh get me mind off all dis terrible business goin' on". The intrigued dwarf took out a quill, and began to draft a letter to respond to the Bounty venture:

Kailon freezed, with a shock of horror on his face. "By mah beard....The devour'r 'ad behbies!"

Name: Kailon Grandaxe Profession: Woodworkin' n Breedin'. Home: The Grandaxe Clan 'all. Skype: Ye know me. ((Knighty)).

Kailon eyes over the notice, and notices the detail of needing boats to hunt the creature. Ripping out a page from his notebook, he scribbles down a note, before stretching to pin it to the top of the bounty, "If ye be huntin' dis beast on a vessel, ye'll be needin' a crack shot 'nd a shipwright. Lucky fer you, ahm both. Send me a bird, 'nd ah'll join ye on dis venture". The dwarf waddles away, assuring himself that small fishing boats counted as ships, and that hunting boars was as a good as a sniper as any, he made way to the tree farm of Cloud Temple, intent on getting in some archery practice against the towering wooden targets just to be certain.

Kailon studied the notice that had been pinned to the bounty board, with an anxious expression, "Ah wond'r..." The curious dwarf paced down the road, away from cloud temple, a hand stroking his short orange beard as he pondered if it was on the same island as the roosting bird he had found. His expression soon developed a glint of anticipation as thoughts of a majestic reward began to flood his mind...

Kailon Grandaxe offers a freshly stewed chicken soup, and a hug.

Kailon looked at the notice for a hunt, thinking of taking the quest. He began to love the idea to scavenge from a Cave Leech nest again. He ushers softly in his mind "...Wormy".

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OOC Minecraft Name: Hellsbane Timezone: GMT Skype: will.houlton (add LotC to the request, else I'll ignore it). Anything you'd like us to know?: Cant do Tuesday & Wednesday evenings, since they're college days. IC Name: Kailon Grandaxe Age: 176 Race: Fores' Dwarf 'n' Moun'ain Dwarf. Take afteh me Fores' side most. Gender: Male Alignments: Neutrul Skills: Hun'er, Woodsmun, Carpen'er & Fletcher. Anything you'd like us to know?: If ye 'ave aneh wolves, Id luv wun teh 'unt with.

~OOC~ MC Name: Hellsbane Skype Name (PM to me if not comfortable saying in public): will.houlton How long have you been on LotC?: About 2 years-ish. ~RP~ Name: Kailon Grandaxe Age: 175 Gender: Male Race: Forest/Mountain Dwarf Skills: Carpentry, Hunter, Marksman, Can cook a mean shroom stew. Reasons for Joining: Interested in Balistics & Shipwrighting. Also would love re-discovering our ancestors lost technologies. A Bit About Yourself: I be a Moun'ain Dwarf by name, but me roots (nae pun intended) be from seperate backgrounds. Me mother were actually a Fores' dwarf, so I 'ave teh blood o' both in me veins. I've been interestin in getting teh know teh forests rund meh, so I spend alot of meh time lumberin', Huntin', collectin' shrooms and teh like. Me number wun interest 'as got teh beh explorin though. Back in me days of Asulon when I were jus' a beardlin, I'd be gettin' in teh all sorts o' trouble skulkin' arund ruins I should nae er gone intu. But it nae stopped meh. Now we've been graced with teh lands of our ancesters. Wot could they 'ave left their descendants to re-discover eh? I fer wun would like teh know. Im also a good stew maker. Shroom stew be me best. Gainin' a pet wolf be a goal too. An' I suppose- *Kailon begins to list off menial things like a christmas list*

Soul Puppetry sounds like Golemancy to my ears. This sounds like partial golemancy pertaining to a prosthetic limb construct. You may have to give your arm/leg commands. Or it may have a bit of its own will. But I find the ideas similar. Still interesting as is though.

Kailon recalled his Uncle being apart of a group called the Guardians. In a place called Glenwood. He got letters from him every once in a while. As the forest dwarf strolled past the notices of such a guild, he reminiced about such letters. Kailon laughed to himself contently as he recalled the stories his uncle sent him. "Heh...Ol' Uncle Caspen were a foine Dwarf..."

Kailon arrives at the grounds, taking in the exotic atmosphere. After studying the flora and architecture, he makes his way around the area, inspecting its facilities.