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All Ordstirr numbers have been updated.
NorseQuest: Collective Edition (Group-Based Xianxia Settlement-Builder)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
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- Space between realms
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- He
@I.F. Ister @DeadmanwalkingXI
I'd like y'all opinion on the balance of getting a Kunna based on the Ocean/Despair
Edit: Regardless I'd like to spend the other PT on Bowmanship
I'd like y'all opinion on the balance of getting a Kunna based on the Ocean/Despair
Edit: Regardless I'd like to spend the other PT on Bowmanship
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Despair is part of Emotion, which Ragnarr has, so that would obviously be fine. Ocean would probably mostly look like a general Water option aside from not being good to drink and maybe better offensively...it'd definitely work, though.
I don't think you could get the two as one Kunna, and alloying them doesn't seem like it'd work super well either?
Sure, done.
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Stand aside, one and all. A new character has been made!
Eirny Khairsdotter
1 PT: Exotic Heritage: Half-Arab - Fate Aware
1 PT: Martial Style: Sufi Whirling (Sword Stepping) Initiate
1 PT: Mystical Shamshir (Unknown)
Not all who travel come home alone, and Eirny is the result of such a union. Her mother Revna a skald who traveled the world to collect stories alongside the many merchants of her home, when she came home she brought with her a mate most foreign - of swarthy complexion and dark hair, a follower of Muhammad. Their union was one that many told stories of - but few to the face of the strong. Khair-Uddin was a man tolerant of many things, but not of disrespect to his wife - nor to their shared daughter, and many a man faced his strange blade in battle, earning enemies aplenty, and isolating the family further - a strange union between Skald and Foreigner, bearing the fruit of a strange daughter.
Eirny was born with a darker complexion than any other on Gotland. And as all places do, those who are different are prone to experiencing problems. So Eirny learned violence young, reveling in the teachings of her father, even as her mother taught her of the proper way to live as Norse.
But it wasn't her father who taught her to wield the blade; he had intended his daughter a peaceful life. And yet, her hand was drawn to the shamshir. And each time he set it down, he found it within her hand once more. Each time she was sent to punishment, she disappeared - only to be found with it once more. It was only later that Khair-Uddin became aware of his daughter's talent; his forbidding of her desires ending.
For she moved with the natural grace of Worship, for the praise of Allah, in the movements that he had never taught her, in the art that she should never have learned. Not taught by man, but by blade - an act of purity in her movements, without thought, emptying herself to Allah in his eyes. The act enough for him to cease his search for a male heir.
And yet, all things come to an end. Revna refused to budge as doom came to Gotland. For someone had to witness the end of their leader, the end of their home, to see the story end. Khair-Uddin stood side by side with his wife, hand in hand, as their world ended. No futile attempt made; only a parting of ways with their daughter, a love passed on, and a trust in her survival.
She is left now with only one keepsake; her Father's sword, inscribed in the 'runes' of his home. A mysterious blade that had always drawn her towards it, for all her life.
No longer able to be isolated from others.
Eirny Khairsdotter
1 PT: Exotic Heritage: Half-Arab - Fate Aware
1 PT: Martial Style: Sufi Whirling (Sword Stepping) Initiate
1 PT: Mystical Shamshir (Unknown)
Not all who travel come home alone, and Eirny is the result of such a union. Her mother Revna a skald who traveled the world to collect stories alongside the many merchants of her home, when she came home she brought with her a mate most foreign - of swarthy complexion and dark hair, a follower of Muhammad. Their union was one that many told stories of - but few to the face of the strong. Khair-Uddin was a man tolerant of many things, but not of disrespect to his wife - nor to their shared daughter, and many a man faced his strange blade in battle, earning enemies aplenty, and isolating the family further - a strange union between Skald and Foreigner, bearing the fruit of a strange daughter.
Eirny was born with a darker complexion than any other on Gotland. And as all places do, those who are different are prone to experiencing problems. So Eirny learned violence young, reveling in the teachings of her father, even as her mother taught her of the proper way to live as Norse.
But it wasn't her father who taught her to wield the blade; he had intended his daughter a peaceful life. And yet, her hand was drawn to the shamshir. And each time he set it down, he found it within her hand once more. Each time she was sent to punishment, she disappeared - only to be found with it once more. It was only later that Khair-Uddin became aware of his daughter's talent; his forbidding of her desires ending.
For she moved with the natural grace of Worship, for the praise of Allah, in the movements that he had never taught her, in the art that she should never have learned. Not taught by man, but by blade - an act of purity in her movements, without thought, emptying herself to Allah in his eyes. The act enough for him to cease his search for a male heir.
And yet, all things come to an end. Revna refused to budge as doom came to Gotland. For someone had to witness the end of their leader, the end of their home, to see the story end. Khair-Uddin stood side by side with his wife, hand in hand, as their world ended. No futile attempt made; only a parting of ways with their daughter, a love passed on, and a trust in her survival.
She is left now with only one keepsake; her Father's sword, inscribed in the 'runes' of his home. A mysterious blade that had always drawn her towards it, for all her life.
No longer able to be isolated from others.
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The reason I asked is because of the different Fire-based Kunna in the mainline game, Forge vs Camp vs Ignition, etc. Mostly cause I see Guiding-Light as a Hope/Star Kunna with a lot of buffing tricks, I liked the symmetry of a Despair/Ocean Kunna that would de-buff my enemies.
- Location
- some computer lab
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- He/Him
It has been done.
Subcategories are mostly being avoided in this iteration. Halla, converted to this system, would only have one Fire Kunna rather than a bunch of subvarieties.
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Kool, offensive Ocean Kunna it is. Making use of that Njord Blood.
Mechanically speaking, how does God Blood affect our character btw?
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Added to your sheet. Gunnar's getting pretty scary.
Also added to your sheet.
I have no idea. You can probably base a Martial Style on it, but beyond that, no clue.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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- He/They
Depending on things, I may send you a PM detailing information you recieve
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- She/Her
I had so many character concepts for this, darn you brain.
Time to go sign up for secret alts using VPNs
Time to go sign up for secret alts using VPNs
- Location
- In the oldest city on the oldest land
just do like me and immedietly get your lil guy killed so you can make a new one.I had so many character concepts for this, darn you brain.
Time to go sign up for secret alts using VPNs
Actually, @I.F. Ister how does final death work in this quest? Is it just ramdom chance or something else?
Eirny Khairsdotter - Round 1 Omake (KittyEmpress)
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Eirny Khairsdotter - Round 1 Omake
The ride from their homes was one of quiet distance. Eirny did not gather with the other Gutes to mourn their home. She simply stared on at the gathering of those who survived, an odd distance kept from all others. Her eyes open, watching, but never interacting.
Eirny was not a hateful woman - she held no disdain to her fellow Gutes, despite her family's distance from them. But she also did not feel in her heart the camaraderie that filled some of the survivors. She had survived her winters on this world without friends, and as her tears turned to dust over the loss of her parents... she was not in the mood to make them. Indeed, she wanted nothing more than to be alone.
Eirny Khairsdotter was many things, but someone who made plans was not one. Cleverness was never her blessing - for it was clear to most that to go alone in a foreign, mysterious land was to invite death. And yet with only her father's blade in hand, she left the protection of the makeshift settlement. Seeking distance. Seeking solitude.
And finding danger in such a search. The creature that stood before her was like none she had ever seen. Like a lizard but larger, with a mouth full of serrated blades. It had found her in the same moment she found it - it's current meal already on the floor, torn apart by the many blades it's mouth hosted.
The switch flipped in Eirny's head. And her mother faded from her mind. Her father no longer existed in her thoughts. Her grief left her body. All her thoughts of being alone, of wanting to be apart, all of everything she was faded into the background for the moment, as her hand twitched towards her blade.
The monster jumped through the air before Eirny could react. Or it should have.
And yet it bled before it could jump, skin parting to give way to a spray of the liquid lifeforce. Blade met skin in an upward slashing motion that carried the woman forward.
The blade's slash was shallow as it appeared under the creature's eye. The attempt to blind it had failed, but the cut still causing the beast to howl in fear and pain as it landed, it's attempted pounce for the two legged beings throat thrown off by the sudden pain. Instead it landed a clawed gash on her as it flew past - her movements not fast enough to avoid it, despite the apparent speed of her strike.
The next strike came as Eirny righted herself to hold her blade properly, a simple cut that sought throat-vitals. She may not know what the creature is, but sword itself guided her hand. There was no intent besides the intent to sever - but the creature was far from defenseless - or stupid. It avoided the blade, jumping back with it's powerful legs.
But blades were meant to cut through flesh, not air. And the sword followed it - Eirny followed it.
And blood exploded from it still, as the meaning to cut reached it - but not enough. Not enough to sever it's head from body, to suffocate it, or destroy its ability to move. Only another shallow cut, drawing blood from where she had intended to behead.
But a predator does not fight to the death. Every wound is an assurance of death. Every bit of blood a guarantee of a harder day. It had already almost finished it's meal - the large mammal it had turned into a bloody mess showing more bone than meat. And so it ran. Without hesitation, without time for Eirny to call it a coward.
Not that the woman spoke when in the midst of a battle. The entire time even her breathing eerily quiet.
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The view from above of the battle was, in some ways, reminiscent of a battle by a high grade Berserk. Eirny's body seemed to move, to react, to her enemy's movements before they had moved. As the troodon attempted to jump, a slashing motion unsheathed the blade to near-perfectly match the dinosaur passing through what should have been open air. As she attempted her beheading motion, her legs kicked off the ground before the dinosaur's attempted retreat from the slashing motion had even been indicated by its body, only her leg's insufficient power keeping her from catching it accurately.
And yet, unlike with even a Berserk, her movements flowed along a simple, optimal pathway. Each stroke of the blade intended to kill, not to maim or weaken, even though the young girl herself was incapable of landing such an intent. For now.
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A sudden gasp for air, as sensation flooded back, as thoughts formed in full once more. As she looked at her bleeding wounds on her arm. At the blood on the edge of her father's shamshir. "Father, I may need the blessings of your God, alongside those of our own." She spoke to her blade, as if the man himself resided within it.
The half-Norse woman did not know where she was. But the thought of surviving it alone disappeared from her. She turned back towards the makeshift settlement.
Now was not the time for grieving.
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Not my best work. But i wanted to get something done tonight. Sword stepping is weird, i hope i captured some of it in this, sort of accurately.
since she's still at a low level of it, I've chosen to manifest her 'cutting is a continuous motion' as a sort of pre-movement. At higher ranks I'll start portraying it more fully as the esoteric art is is.
The ride from their homes was one of quiet distance. Eirny did not gather with the other Gutes to mourn their home. She simply stared on at the gathering of those who survived, an odd distance kept from all others. Her eyes open, watching, but never interacting.
Eirny was not a hateful woman - she held no disdain to her fellow Gutes, despite her family's distance from them. But she also did not feel in her heart the camaraderie that filled some of the survivors. She had survived her winters on this world without friends, and as her tears turned to dust over the loss of her parents... she was not in the mood to make them. Indeed, she wanted nothing more than to be alone.
Eirny Khairsdotter was many things, but someone who made plans was not one. Cleverness was never her blessing - for it was clear to most that to go alone in a foreign, mysterious land was to invite death. And yet with only her father's blade in hand, she left the protection of the makeshift settlement. Seeking distance. Seeking solitude.
And finding danger in such a search. The creature that stood before her was like none she had ever seen. Like a lizard but larger, with a mouth full of serrated blades. It had found her in the same moment she found it - it's current meal already on the floor, torn apart by the many blades it's mouth hosted.
The switch flipped in Eirny's head. And her mother faded from her mind. Her father no longer existed in her thoughts. Her grief left her body. All her thoughts of being alone, of wanting to be apart, all of everything she was faded into the background for the moment, as her hand twitched towards her blade.
The monster jumped through the air before Eirny could react. Or it should have.
And yet it bled before it could jump, skin parting to give way to a spray of the liquid lifeforce. Blade met skin in an upward slashing motion that carried the woman forward.
The blade's slash was shallow as it appeared under the creature's eye. The attempt to blind it had failed, but the cut still causing the beast to howl in fear and pain as it landed, it's attempted pounce for the two legged beings throat thrown off by the sudden pain. Instead it landed a clawed gash on her as it flew past - her movements not fast enough to avoid it, despite the apparent speed of her strike.
The next strike came as Eirny righted herself to hold her blade properly, a simple cut that sought throat-vitals. She may not know what the creature is, but sword itself guided her hand. There was no intent besides the intent to sever - but the creature was far from defenseless - or stupid. It avoided the blade, jumping back with it's powerful legs.
But blades were meant to cut through flesh, not air. And the sword followed it - Eirny followed it.
And blood exploded from it still, as the meaning to cut reached it - but not enough. Not enough to sever it's head from body, to suffocate it, or destroy its ability to move. Only another shallow cut, drawing blood from where she had intended to behead.
But a predator does not fight to the death. Every wound is an assurance of death. Every bit of blood a guarantee of a harder day. It had already almost finished it's meal - the large mammal it had turned into a bloody mess showing more bone than meat. And so it ran. Without hesitation, without time for Eirny to call it a coward.
Not that the woman spoke when in the midst of a battle. The entire time even her breathing eerily quiet.
-----
The view from above of the battle was, in some ways, reminiscent of a battle by a high grade Berserk. Eirny's body seemed to move, to react, to her enemy's movements before they had moved. As the troodon attempted to jump, a slashing motion unsheathed the blade to near-perfectly match the dinosaur passing through what should have been open air. As she attempted her beheading motion, her legs kicked off the ground before the dinosaur's attempted retreat from the slashing motion had even been indicated by its body, only her leg's insufficient power keeping her from catching it accurately.
And yet, unlike with even a Berserk, her movements flowed along a simple, optimal pathway. Each stroke of the blade intended to kill, not to maim or weaken, even though the young girl herself was incapable of landing such an intent. For now.
-----
A sudden gasp for air, as sensation flooded back, as thoughts formed in full once more. As she looked at her bleeding wounds on her arm. At the blood on the edge of her father's shamshir. "Father, I may need the blessings of your God, alongside those of our own." She spoke to her blade, as if the man himself resided within it.
The half-Norse woman did not know where she was. But the thought of surviving it alone disappeared from her. She turned back towards the makeshift settlement.
Now was not the time for grieving.
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Not my best work. But i wanted to get something done tonight. Sword stepping is weird, i hope i captured some of it in this, sort of accurately.
since she's still at a low level of it, I've chosen to manifest her 'cutting is a continuous motion' as a sort of pre-movement. At higher ranks I'll start portraying it more fully as the esoteric art is is.
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@Nando O' sister mine, I have a plan to slay that great lizard that approached the camp this season, only to be driven off by our guards. Sizeable and mighty as it is, I will need your particular talents for terraforming and architecture as part of the preparations.
Would you be willing to lend your brother a hand?
Would you be willing to lend your brother a hand?
Liv's Poem 1 (Nando)
Nando
they, them
Liv stares off into the distance.
"Wind swept,
far flung,
foreign shores.
Monsters abound,
jungles sourround.
How lucky we are,
to live,
in interisting times."
She startles as a voice close to her speaks up, "Yeah, nice lass, but could I get a drink of water now or nah?"
"Ah," she mubles,and blushing continues, "sh-sure."
"Wind swept,
far flung,
foreign shores.
Monsters abound,
jungles sourround.
How lucky we are,
to live,
in interisting times."
She startles as a voice close to her speaks up, "Yeah, nice lass, but could I get a drink of water now or nah?"
"Ah," she mubles,and blushing continues, "sh-sure."
Ah, yes, gladly. I'm not sure of time constrains, I'd thought to organize the construction of a stone-build safe house as well...
Aabcehmu
Confusion as a Natural State of Being
- Location
- Chicago, IL
- Pronouns
- Any/All
I'm working on an omake where Agmundr goes around Camp Grimfari asking around for guys who are interested in sparring, and ends up collecting at least Ivor, Kare, Ragnarr, and Gunnar.
Does anyone else want to join in, and if so, do you have a preference between a tournament bracket or doing round robin spars?
Does anyone else want to join in, and if so, do you have a preference between a tournament bracket or doing round robin spars?
from discussion on the discord, we get an active action and a passive action, so as not to overwhelm the GM. You should be able to help me and build the safe house in the same season.
Now, what I need from you is a pit. A really big, solid one, somewhere away from the camp, that I can lure the beast into, so it can't escape like last time, small enough that it'll have trouble moving around to attack me back.
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Moli would join in, at the very least to watch. Round Robin is better but would probably involve more work.
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Norse Etiquette (Shard)
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Norse Etiquette
A quick pictoral guide to the Norse, who have quite different viewpoints to us sometimes. Especially cultivating Norse! Follow this guide and you can avoid accidentally starting a blood feud with your fellow Norsemen is a spar or like!
(This shitpost was brought to you by Spar-related inspiration)
A quick pictoral guide to the Norse, who have quite different viewpoints to us sometimes. Especially cultivating Norse! Follow this guide and you can avoid accidentally starting a blood feud with your fellow Norsemen is a spar or like!
(This shitpost was brought to you by Spar-related inspiration)
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Nando
they, them
Hm, creating the pit should not be that much of a problem, but maybe we need help from someone with stone or earthpowers to make it more solid.
@KittyEmpress
At some point when you are at camp, Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir, a wide-set young woman (by Norse standards) almost always seen pushing a plow comes up to Eirny. She shuffles awkwardly for a moment then leans over, not to you but to your sword, and says "Hello?" in a low, hesitant voice.
At some point when you are at camp, Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir, a wide-set young woman (by Norse standards) almost always seen pushing a plow comes up to Eirny. She shuffles awkwardly for a moment then leans over, not to you but to your sword, and says "Hello?" in a low, hesitant voice.
Name: Ingegärd Svæindottir
1 PT Travel Kunna
1 PT Exploration
1 PT Survival
Appearance: A young woman with a lithe, tall build, seaweed green hair, and sky blue eyes.
Personality: generally silent, unlike most of her kin she prefers to avoid conflict, even after personal insult.
General Bio: In her youth Ingegärd largely hid from the world running from home and simply wandeeing, preffering to ignore war and violence, when she could not avoid it she ran, usually into the wilds where she learned to survive and map as a child, in favt she was running from something when she joined the fleet. Unusually passive, she much prefers the wilds to human company. These new lands have much unknown territory, places Ingegärd would very much like to explore.
(If the unusual haircolor is too much i can change it to something more generic.)
This work op?
1 PT Travel Kunna
1 PT Exploration
1 PT Survival
Appearance: A young woman with a lithe, tall build, seaweed green hair, and sky blue eyes.
Personality: generally silent, unlike most of her kin she prefers to avoid conflict, even after personal insult.
General Bio: In her youth Ingegärd largely hid from the world running from home and simply wandeeing, preffering to ignore war and violence, when she could not avoid it she ran, usually into the wilds where she learned to survive and map as a child, in favt she was running from something when she joined the fleet. Unusually passive, she much prefers the wilds to human company. These new lands have much unknown territory, places Ingegärd would very much like to explore.
(If the unusual haircolor is too much i can change it to something more generic.)
This work op?
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Eirny stared. For a long moment. A silence washing over both her and the sword (if it could speak?). Her eyes remaining trained on the girl who spoke to her blade for a long moment. In days past Eirny would have likely walked on, ignoring Gefjosa, or even threatening her for getting near her father's keepsake. But after earlier experience, it was clear she needed to be friendly. So she remained.
If the gold-like blade could speak, it does not deign to do so.
If Eirny can speak, she also does not deign to do so.
Blade and Blades-woman both staring in uncomfortable silence.