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Mahra Flamewalker

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	* [[Kiss the girl]]		* [[Kiss the girl]]

			=== Autumn (232) ===

			* [[A Girl Worth Fighting For]]

	== Notable interactions ==		== Notable interactions ==
	=== Summer (232) ===		=== Summer (232) ===

	* [[First meeting with ~~Gwen~~ and Orion]] ~~(Ongoing)~~		First meeting with [[Gwenevere]] and [[Orion Argyros]]
	: On her first day in the city, Mahra stumbles her way into Freak Street where she meets Gwen and Orion for the first time.		: On her first day in the city, Mahra stumbles her way into Freak Street where she meets Gwen and Orion for the first time. She has a rough, but overall positive interaction with them that ends with Gwen inviting Mahra to spend the night in their garden. She accepts, and in the morning helps Gwen with clearing parts of the Freak Street of rubble before heading on her way.
	* [[First meeting with Melfyra]]		First meeting with [[Melfyra]]
	: While burning the hedge maze to clear ground on the stronghold, Mahra encounters Melfyra for the first time.		: While burning the hedge maze to clear ground on the stronghold, Mahra encounters Melfyra for the first time. After a brief chat, the two head to lunch to get to get to know each other better.
			Mahra and [[Melfyra]] get some lunch (Ongoing)
			: After meeting Melfyra, the two decide to go get some salmon for lunch at the Ashenforge clan hall. There, she meets [[Bright Eyes]].
			Mahra gets [[Inari]] pregnant
			: During the events of [[Kiss the girl]] Mahra and Inari kiss during the effects of a fertility spell. This ends up with Inari becoming sort of pregnant. (Not exactly, it is simply an egg) She then proceeds to return to Sir Eggs clinic to resolve the issue. Mahra still does not know this happened.

			=== Autumn (232) ===
			Recruiting a Powerful Healer (Ongoing)
			: After the events of [[A Girl Worth Fighting For]] Mahra goes to Melfyra's shop with Moz in tow to help introduce her to a powerful healer to resurrect the Orcs of the village. Melfyra proceeds to contact [[Grist Vanafeld]], to introduce the pair.

Isgram Frostcrown

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	===Early Life===		===Early Life===
	Isgram was born in the Winter of 204 as the youngest of three to Talos, second child of the clan's patriarch and feared warlord, Logiram Frostcrown. Isgram is preceded by his sister, Frijosa. Along with Logiram's first son, Ysmir, and his son, Ralof, all make up the main Frostcrown family members that aren't just soldiers or mercenaries. From a young age Isgram was trained to face the enemies of the clan without hesitation or mercy. It was much the same for the rest of the family under their patriarchs fist. Once they were able, Ralof, Frijosa, and Isgram all joined the battlefield without delay. The clan fought throughout the north, challenging other clans and armies to assert control of their territories. This would continue on for a couple years until a particular battle.		Isgram was born in the Winter of 204 as the youngest of three to '''Talos''', second child of the clan's patriarch and feared warlord, '''Logiram Frostcrown'''. Isgram is preceded by his sister, Frijosa. Along with Logiram's first son, Ysmir, and his son, Ralof, all make up the main Frostcrown family members that aren't just soldiers or mercenaries. From a young age Isgram was trained to face the enemies of the clan without hesitation or mercy. It was much the same for the rest of the family under their patriarchs fist. Once they were able, Ralof, Frijosa, and Isgram all joined the battlefield without delay. The clan fought throughout the north, challenging other clans and armies to assert control of their territories. This would continue on for a couple years until a particular battle.

	During an intense skirmish, Isgram, now 16, was fighting off enemy soldiers when he noticed that his cousin was surrounded and about to be ambushed. In an attempt to save Ralof, Isgram took a slew the warrior about to kill him but suffered a grave wound in the process. A short time after the battle had ended, Logiram		During an intense skirmish, Isgram, now 16, was fighting off enemy soldiers when he noticed that his cousin was surrounded and about to be ambushed. In an attempt to save Ralof, Isgram took a slew the warrior about to kill him but suffered a grave wound in the process. A short time after the battle had ended, Logiram
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	===The Ironbloods===		===The Ironbloods===
	Isgram did everything he could to to hold on as he continued to succumb to his wounds. His fortune changed however when a roaming group of what looked to be a group of ~~roaming nomadic warriors~~.		Isgram did everything he could to to hold on as he continued to succumb to his wounds. His fortune changed however when a roaming group of what looked to be a roaming band of warriors about 20 strong riding in to see the aftermath of the battle. Isgram noticed their leader start to approach him before he passed out. When he woke up he found himself in the camp of those same warriors, while he was tied up, he did notice his wounds had been treated. The group's leader, another Gorumite who went by the name of '''Sigrund Ironheart''', explained that based on what she found on the remnants of the battlefield, she was able to piece together what had happened, telling Isgram that he was lucky she felt bad for him or he would have left him to a punishment befitting the crimes of the Frostcrown clan.

			After a while of introducing her group known as the '''Ironbloods''', she gave Isgram an ultimatum, either they leave him there and he could fend for himself, or he can join them and learn what it means to actually be a true Gorumite. Isgram decided to take their offer and join them. Over the next 8 years Isgram would grow attached to this new found family. Especially the student mentor relationship he formed with Sigrund. Under her tutelage, Isgram learned the old stories of the Frostcrown clan of ages past, refined fighting techniques, and many other things. But the most important thing she imparted on to him was what she believed to be the true path to becoming a warrior worthy of Gorum's favor. Sigrund believed that in the wake of the apocalypse, many Gorumites fell to the mentality similar to Isgram's grandfather due to the world's fall into chaos. That in their despair, they adopted an ideal that would be most beneficial to their survival and stuck to it. Sigrund on the other hand, denied this outlook, claiming it to be antithetical to the very thing Gorum teaches his followers. Through her lessons,she ingrained into Isgram, the importance of growth and change and why both are needed when on the path to becoming a true warrior.

			As time went by, Isgram enjoyed his newfound life with the Ironbloods. The group would travel the land challenging armies and after defeating them, trying to get them to see their point of view and join their cause. This cycle would repeat day in and day out, their numbers growing stronger by the month. Between fights, the group would recite poetry, sing ballads, tell stories, and much more. This would all come to an end on the day of a fated confrontation between the Ironbloods and the Frostcrowns.

	===The Frost-Iron Clash===		===The Frost-Iron Clash===
			In the Year 228 in the Southeastern region of the Land of Linnorm Kings the Ironblood's forces would come face to face with the Frostcrown Clan, and Isgram would see his family again after 8 long years. The Ironbloods had run into Frostcrown scouting parties before and swiftly dealt with them, but this time, Logiram, the rest of the family, and a toatl of 30 elite soldiers joined them. Even with the Ironbloods outnumbering with a total of 50 heads strong, Sigrund and Isgram both knew this would be their toughest fight to date. Despite that doubt however, Sigrund held her head high, raised her axe and lead her warriors to battle, Isgram close beside her. Logiram did the same and the battle began.

	===Buried Comrades and Newfound Resolve===		===Buried Comrades and Newfound Resolve===

Moz Fratelli

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	Moz is a short and stout dwarf with a curly beard and mustache. His usual armor includes a bronze breastplate, overalls, and a rusty kettle helmet.		Moz is a short and stout dwarf with a curly beard and mustache. His usual armor includes a bronze breastplate, overalls, and a rusty kettle helmet.
	Alfredo is an eerie ectoplasmic echo of his former self, which was a lanky and tall dwarf. He wears overalls and a kettle helmet to match his brother. He can also shapeshift his limbs to the form of weapons, such as a hammer.		Alfredo is an eerie ectoplasmic echo of his former self, which was a lanky and tall dwarf. He wears overalls and a kettle helmet to match his brother. He can also shapeshift his limbs to the form of weapons, such as a hammer.
			Together, they are known as the Fratelli brothers and they don't often leave each other's side. Especially now that Alfredo became a phantom eidolon.

	== Background ==		== Background ==

Expedition Logs

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	This list is organized in reverse chronologically order based upon when the session was run, not when it occurred in game, with the most recent sessions appearing at the top.		This list is organized in reverse chronologically order based upon when the session was run, not when it occurred in game, with the most recent sessions appearing at the top.
	=2026=		=2026=
			==May - Summer 232==
			*[[A Girl Worth Fighting For]], 5/4/26, Escorting Grina across the mountains to finder her partner Bola

	==April - Summer 232==		==April - Summer 232==
	*[[New Associate Orientation 1]], 4/30/26, Introducing new associates to the world of Kelek, the city of Onadbyr the history of the associates and to have them introduce themselves. Days of downtime: 0		*[[New Associate Orientation 1]], 4/30/26, Introducing new associates to the world of Kelek, the city of Onadbyr the history of the associates and to have them introduce themselves. Days of downtime: 0

A Girl Worth Fighting For

Azura — Tue, 05 May 2026 03:21:02 GMT

Created page with "{{Infobox expedition log | title = A Girl Worth Fighting For | date = 5/4/2026 | storyteller = Dag | tier_of_play = Trainee | player_characters = Xaku , Mahra , Syunmu, The Brothers | rewards = 250 XP, Rime Crystal, Anointing Oil , Winter wolf elixir ( lesser ) , WinterStep elixit ( minor ), 42 Gold Pieces , Orc NeckSplitter ( Sold ), Orc Knuckle Dagger ( Sold ) | result = Success | author = Azura | downtime_days = 30 }} Escorting Grinda to find her partner Bola across..."

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{{Infobox expedition log
| title = A Girl Worth Fighting For
| date = 5/4/2026
| storyteller = Dag
| tier_of_play = Trainee
| player_characters = Xaku , Mahra , Syunmu, The Brothers
| rewards = 250 XP, Rime Crystal, Anointing Oil , Winter wolf elixir ( lesser ) , WinterStep elixit ( minor ), 42 Gold Pieces , Orc NeckSplitter ( Sold ), Orc Knuckle Dagger ( Sold )
| result = Success
| author = Azura
| downtime_days = 30
}}
Escorting Grinda to find her partner Bola across the mountains.
== Log ==
The party followed Grinda who was in need of assistance to find her partner Bola. They had to go up a mountain into the harsh cold climate, the party gathered the needed equipment and headed off with Grinda to escort her. They party exchanged conversation on the way, and founded a clearing with wolves. They managed to avoid the wolves by sneaking around them. Further up they saw a corpse on the cliff, indicating a dangerous creature lurking up head. Further up, they found the source of the river that flows down and as they attempt to cross it, the scary frog creature emerged from it to attack them. The party emerged victorious and most of the struggle was getting Xaku out of the water. The party arrives to the settlement but it was mostly empty but we find Bola to be dead in a tent with all the other orcs. The orcs are under the effect of the Peaceful Rest spell. The party takes Bola with them in an attempt to revive her.

Isgram Frostcrown

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	==Background==		==Background==
	===The Legend of the Frostcrown Clan===		===The Legend of the Frostcrown Clan===
	It is said in local folklore that the '''Frostcrowns''' hail from a lineage of ancient '''frost giants''' who defected from their god, '''Thremyr''', and instead decided to follow the teachings of Gorum. Under the Lord of Iron's guidance, these giants became warriors of legend and were respected by many. For their dedication to Gorum and in earning his favor, the battle god gifted them a small spark of the '''Flames of Conflict''' that brought him into being. This boon gave them the ability to use the element of fire alongside their frost abilities. This blessing would continue to be passed down to their descendants long after the Jotun family members had long died out. In the present day, the Clan is still a force to be reckoned with, but now that respect has turned to fear. With the advent of the apocalypses, the clan embraced a might makes right philosophy driven by constant war and ~~blood shed~~. Under Logiram's leadership the clan has now adopted the ambitious goal of conquering all of the Land of Linnorm Kings.		It is said in local folklore that the '''Frostcrowns''' hail from a lineage of ancient '''frost giants''' who defected from their god, '''Thremyr''', and instead decided to follow the teachings of Gorum. Under the Lord of Iron's guidance, these giants became warriors of legend and were respected by many. For their dedication to Gorum and in earning his favor, the battle god gifted them a small spark of the '''Flames of Conflict''' that brought him into being. This boon gave them the ability to use the element of fire alongside their frost abilities. This blessing would continue to be passed down to their descendants long after the Jotun family members had long died out. In the present day, the Clan is still a force to be reckoned with, but now that respect has turned to fear. With the advent of the apocalypses, the clan embraced a might makes right philosophy driven by constant war and bloodshed. Under Logiram's leadership the clan has now adopted the ambitious goal of conquering all of the Land of Linnorm Kings.


			===Early Life===
			Isgram was born in the Winter of 204 as the youngest of three to Talos, second child of the clan's patriarch and feared warlord, Logiram Frostcrown. Isgram is preceded by his sister, Frijosa. Along with Logiram's first son, Ysmir, and his son, Ralof, all make up the main Frostcrown family members that aren't just soldiers or mercenaries. From a young age Isgram was trained to face the enemies of the clan without hesitation or mercy. It was much the same for the rest of the family under their patriarchs fist. Once they were able, Ralof, Frijosa, and Isgram all joined the battlefield without delay. The clan fought throughout the north, challenging other clans and armies to assert control of their territories. This would continue on for a couple years until a particular battle.

	~~===Early Life===~~		During an intense skirmish, Isgram, now 16, was fighting off enemy soldiers when he noticed that his cousin was surrounded and about to be ambushed. In an attempt to save Ralof, Isgram took a slew the warrior about to kill him but suffered a grave wound in the process. A short time after the battle had ended, Logiram
	Isgram was ~~born~~ in the ~~Winter of 204 as~~ the ~~youngest of three to Talos, second child of the clan's patriarch and feared warlord~~, Logiram ~~Frostcrown~~. ~~Isgram is preceded by his sister, Frijosa~~. ~~Along with Logiram's first son, Ysmir,~~ and ~~his son, Ralof, all make up the main Frostcrown family members that aren't just soldiers or mercenaries~~.		approached his injured grandson with a disappointed scowl. He decided to leave him there telling him he should have prioritized killing the threat rather than saving the flawed. No one objected and Isgram was left to die.

	===The Ironbloods===		===The Ironbloods===
			Isgram did everything he could to to hold on as he continued to succumb to his wounds. His fortune changed however when a roaming group of what looked to be a group of roaming nomadic warriors.


	===The Frost-Iron Clash===		===The Frost-Iron Clash===

Moz Fratelli

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	== Assignments Attended ==		== Assignments Attended ==
	° - Log penned by Moz		° - Log penned by Moz

			Autumn 232
			* [[A Girl Worth Fighting For]], 5/4/26

			Summer 232
			* [[For Mother or Crown]], 4/11/26

Isgram Frostcrown

Augus Zeppeli — Mon, 04 May 2026 23:38:40 GMT

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Creating a New User in the FoundryVTT

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	# Generate a secure password for the user and type it into the 'Password' box.		# Generate a secure password for the user and type it into the 'Password' box.
	# Make sure their 'User Role' is set to 'Player'. It should do this automatically.		# Make sure their 'User Role' is set to 'Player'. It should do this automatically.
			# Click 'Save and Return'.
	# Use the steps in [[Character_Approval_Checklist#Creating_a_Sheet_for_a_New_PC\|Creating a Sheet for a New PC]] to generate a blank character sheet for them.		# Use the steps in [[Character_Approval_Checklist#Creating_a_Sheet_for_a_New_PC\|Creating a Sheet for a New PC]] to generate a blank character sheet for them.
	# Direct message the player their log in information (Username and Password) and let them know they're good to go!		# Direct message the player their log in information (Username and Password) and let them know they're good to go!
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	# Follow steps 1-4 above.		# Follow steps 1-4 above.
	# Edit the User Name to be "DM" + the name they commonly go by. For example, DM Dag or DM Foster.		# Edit the User Name to be "DM" + the name they commonly go by. For example, DM Dag or DM Foster.
	# ~~Scroll up to~~ the user~~'s Player account~~ and ~~copy their current password.~~		# Generate a secure password for the user and type it into the 'Password' box.
	~~# Paste the password~~ into the 'Password' box~~. The user's GM and Player accounts should have the same password~~.
	# Change their 'User Role' to 'Assistant GM'. '''Do not make them a 'Game Master'.'''		# Change their 'User Role' to 'Assistant GM'. '''Do not make them a 'Game Master'.'''
			# Click 'Save and Return'.
	# Go to the image browser and navigate to 'assets.'		# Go to the image browser and navigate to 'assets.'
	# Click on the folder icon (Create Directory) at the top of the window to create a GM folder for the new GM.		# Click on the folder icon (Create Directory) at the top of the window to create a GM folder for the new GM.
	# Create a folder for them in the Scenes, Actors, and Compendium Packs tabs.		# Create a folder for them in the Scenes, Actors, and Compendium Packs tabs.
	## In their compendium folder, create a compendium for Scenes, Actors, and Items.		## In their compendium folder, create a compendium for Scenes, Actors, and Items.
	# Direct message the new GM their log in information.		# Direct message the new GM their log in information. Recommend they use the Update Your Password module to change the password to match their Player account.

			==Creating New Firekeeper Accounts==
			Firekeepers that are not also GMs may want a second account with GM permissions to take care of certain tasks. To generate the account, follow these steps:
			# Follow steps 1-4 above.
			# Edit the User Name to be "FK" + the name they commonly go by. For example, FK Kodi or FK Illiam.
			# Generate a secure password for the user and type it into the 'Password' box.
			# Change their 'User Role' to 'Assistant GM'. '''Do not make them a 'Game Master'.'''
			# Click 'Save and Return'.
			# Direct message the Firekeeper their log in information. Recommend they use the Update Your Password module to change the password to match their Player account.

	==Removing Accounts==		==Removing Accounts==

Isgram Frostcrown

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	===Skills===		===Skills===
	Isgram is a hardy and stubborn warrior. Often needing a lot to be truly taken down. His skill with a weapon is also nothing to scoff at. Sporting a large frame, his sword, '''Gramr''' strikes true and comes down with the strength of even the mightiest berserkers. This fighting style is amplified thanks to his elemental connections to Ice and Fire or as he says in his own tongue, '''Frost''' and '''Logi'''. Able to switch at will, he fights with a versatile style and a determined resolve to face any challenge or obstacle that comes his way.		Isgram is a hardy and stubborn warrior. Often needing a lot to be truly taken down. His skill with a weapon is also nothing to scoff at. Sporting a large frame, his sword, '''Gramr''' strikes true and comes down with the strength of even the mightiest berserkers. This fighting style is amplified thanks to his elemental connections to Ice and Fire or as he says in his own tongue, '''Frost''' and '''Logi'''. Able to switch at will, he fights with a versatile style and a determined resolve to face any challenge or obstacle that comes his way.

			===Personal Mantras===
			* "The decision we make and the actions that follow are a reflection of who we are. No one can hide from their true self."
			* "War never changes, but people do. Through the roads that they walk."
			* "Everything's a 50/50 when you really think about it."

	===Views of Specific Gods===		===Views of Specific Gods===
	'''[[Gorum]]''': Before Gorum's death, Isgram often had nightmares in his youth he believed were ominous warnings sent by the Lord in Iron to show him his views of honor and dignity were not misplaced. Isgram sees these dreams now as a boon that gave him his purpose. To this day he believes he owes Gorum his life. Even in death, Gorum inspires Isgram everyday of his live. He worships the Lord of Iron everyday, evoking his name with zeal and determination in any fight. His goal being to keep his and what he believes to be his true ideals alive.		*'''[[Gorum]]''': Before Gorum's death, Isgram often had nightmares in his youth he believed were ominous warnings sent by the Lord in Iron to show him his views of honor and dignity were not misplaced. Isgram sees these dreams now as a boon that gave him his purpose. To this day he believes he owes Gorum his life. Even in death, Gorum inspires Isgram everyday of his live. He worships the Lord of Iron everyday, evoking his name with zeal and determination in any fight. His goal being to keep his and what he believes to be his true ideals alive.

	'''[[Torag]]''': Isgram is as devout to Torag almost as much as he is to Gorum. He praises him every time he dons his armor or cleans his weapon, for without the forge fathers guidance, these tools would not exist.		*'''[[Torag]]''': Isgram is as devout to Torag almost as much as he is to Gorum. He praises him every time he dons his armor or cleans his weapon, for without the forge fathers guidance, these tools would not exist.

	'''[[Pharsma]]''': Death is not something to fear, it is simply a natural part of life, especially for followers of Gorum. As such, Isgram has great reverence for Pharasma, for she is the one that will guide his soul to the afterlife and hopefully to Elysium.		*'''[[Pharsma]]''': Death is not something to fear, it is simply a natural part of life, especially for followers of Gorum. As such, Isgram has great reverence for Pharasma, for she is the one that will guide his soul to the afterlife and hopefully to Elysium.

	'''[[Sarenrae]] and [[Desna]]''': Isgram does not actively pray to Sarenrae, or Sister Cinder as many Ulfen call her. He does see her as a comforting presence and guiding light of hope and reminder that everyday is a new adventure. He views Desna much in the same way, seeing her as many do. The light of hope in the darkest of nights.		*'''[[Sarenrae]] and [[Desna]]''': Isgram does not actively pray to Sarenrae, or Sister Cinder as many Ulfen call her. He does see her as a comforting presence and guiding light of hope and reminder that everyday is a new adventure. He views Desna much in the same way, seeing her as many do. The light of hope in the darkest of nights.

	'''[[Irori]]''': Having heard of him in his travels, Isgram sees Irori as the prime example of the peace of mind all warriors should strive to obtain. Isgram will sometimes try to meditate, hoping it will help him on with his own growth.		*'''[[Irori]]''': Having heard of him in his travels, Isgram sees Irori as the prime example of the peace of mind all warriors should strive to obtain. Isgram will sometimes try to meditate, hoping it will help him on with his own growth.

	'''[[Iomedae]], [[Cayden Cailean]], and [[Arazni]]''': Isgram does not actively worship these gods, but he respects them none the less. Seeing them as a true symbol of the boundless potential of mortals and how anyone can overcome the impossible.		*'''[[Iomedae]], [[Cayden Cailean]], and [[Arazni]]''': Isgram does not actively worship these gods, but he respects them none the less. Seeing them as a true symbol of the boundless potential of mortals and how anyone can overcome the impossible.

	'''Archdevils and Demon Lords''': While Isgram believes that all beings are capable of change, atonement, or redemption, he is not so naive to assume that devils or demons are to be taken lightly. Often seeing most as enemies.		*'''Archdevils and Demon Lords''': While Isgram believes that all beings are capable of change, atonement, or redemption, he is not so naive to assume that devils or demons are to be taken lightly. Often seeing most as enemies.

	'''The Rider of War''': Isgram has a very negative and often outright antagonistic view of the Rider of War, regardless of current rider. While he understands death and destruction is an unavoidable part of combat and war, it's the Rider's indulgence of said destruction that disgusts him. To Isgram, the Rider of War is the antithesis to all of his beliefs and the ideals bestowed to him by Gorum. As such he will do everything he can to hinder their machinations.		*'''The Rider of War''': Isgram has a very negative and often outright antagonistic view of the Rider of War, regardless of current rider. While he understands death and destruction is an unavoidable part of combat and war, it's the Rider's indulgence of said destruction that disgusts him. To Isgram, the Rider of War is the antithesis to all of his beliefs and the ideals bestowed to him by Gorum. As such he will do everything he can to hinder their machinations.

	===Quirks and Trivia===		===Quirks and Trivia===
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	* [[Kiss the girl]]		* [[Kiss the girl]]

	~~https://wiki.kelek.online/index.php/New_Associate_Orientation~~		* [[New Associate Orientation 1]]

Syunmu Yamanobu

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	\| ancestry = Human		\| ancestry = Human
	\| heritage = Hungerseed (Mountain Oni)		\| heritage = Hungerseed (Mountain Oni)
	\| aliases = Piggy ~~(childhood nickname)~~		\| aliases = Piggy<ref>This is a reference to a lyric from [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQiMFt0e168\| Serani Poji's Sugar Boo].</ref>
	\| pronouns = she / they		\| pronouns = she / they
	\| age = 24 (as of Summer 232)		\| age = 24 (as of Summer 232)
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	As the civil war led to minimal losses for the Yamanobu clan, Syunmu survived with no lasting traumas beyond the famine itself. However, the sudden influx of refugees and the founding of Starlit Ridge brought a lot of new people into her life, as her clan had inherent authority over the settlement due to it being built in their territory. Despite this, she didn't grow up with any privileges over the other refugees; in fact, the sudden clash of cultures and identities led to her struggle to connect with others.		As the civil war led to minimal losses for the Yamanobu clan, Syunmu survived with no lasting traumas beyond the famine itself. However, the sudden influx of refugees and the founding of Starlit Ridge brought a lot of new people into her life, as her clan had inherent authority over the settlement due to it being built in their territory. Despite this, she didn't grow up with any privileges over the other refugees; in fact, the sudden clash of cultures and identities led to her struggle to connect with others.

	Around when she was 14, the youth of Starlit Ridge began to fight over ideals, as the adults they're supposed to rely on were more concerned over political and community issues. With this neglect, multiple gangs and groups rose within the city. Not fitting among Oni, Humans nor Kitsune, she joined the gang known as '''the Wildflowers'''. It was within this group that she achieved her unique fashion style, unusual speech patterns, and her "Piggy" nickname for her appetite and tusks.		Around when she was 14, the youth of Starlit Ridge began to fight over ideals, as the adults they're supposed to rely on were more concerned over political and community issues. With this neglect, multiple gangs and groups rose within the city. Not fitting among Oni, Humans nor Kitsune, she joined the gang known as '''the Wildflowers'''<ref>This is the way the [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyaru\| Gyaru] style is introduced in this setting, any "Wildflower Style" fashion references this fashion style and culture.</ref>. It was within this group that she achieved her unique fashion style, unusual speech patterns, and her "Piggy" nickname for her appetite and tusks.

	The different groups of Starlit Ridge often got into fights, which led Syunmu to earn a reputation as a problem child, as she was the one to jump into a brawl first for her Wildflowers. Such conflicts were often paradoxical for them, as the motto of the Wildflowers was "we share a world, no matter who you are". This group had members from all sorts of heritages and ancestries, with a Kitsune leader and no gender exclusivity (despite the majority being women).		The different groups of Starlit Ridge often got into fights, which led Syunmu to earn a reputation as a problem child, as she was the one to jump into a brawl first for her Wildflowers. Such conflicts were often paradoxical for them, as the motto of the Wildflowers was "we share a world, no matter who you are". This group had members from all sorts of heritages and ancestries, with a Kitsune leader and no gender exclusivity (despite the majority being women).

	Her father, seeing what became of his daughter's reputation, made her train under a wandering Monk (possibly from the Baekho order?) with the aim to put some discipline into her life. Instead, she learned how to get into scuffles safer and hit where it hurts. Of course, she respects her teacher and what she's learned, but her heart isn't quite in the right spot all the time. This is where she learned her '''Tiger stance''', and learned how to properly '''use her Qi''' using a specific breathing technique and training routine.		Her father, seeing what became of his daughter's reputation, made her train under a wandering Monk (possibly from the Baekho order?) with the aim to put some discipline into her life. Instead, she learned how to get into scuffles safer and hit where it hurts. Of course, she respects her teacher and what she's learned, but her heart isn't quite in the right spot all the time. This is where she learned her '''Tiger stance''', and learned how to properly '''use her Qi''' using a specific breathing technique<ref>This is a reference to the [https://jojowiki.com/Ripple\| Hamon] abilities featured in the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure series.</ref> and training routine.

	With rising tensions in the horizon, the presence of '''War''' in the region, and a second famine rearing its head for the settlement, her teacher sent her away on a pilgrimage to better understand the philosophy behind their martial arts. She left Starlit Ridge during late Summer 232, en route to Lancaster via the portal opened recently<ref>As seen in the log [[Making Shortcuts, Taking Shortcuts]].</ref>. She does not know what will happen to her home, but she has faith in her teacher and friends to do what's right.		With rising tensions in the horizon, the presence of '''War''' in the region, and a second famine rearing its head for the settlement, her teacher sent her away on a pilgrimage to better understand the philosophy behind their martial arts. She left Starlit Ridge during late Summer 232, en route to Lancaster via the portal opened recently<ref>As seen in the log [[Making Shortcuts, Taking Shortcuts]].</ref>. She does not know what will happen to her home, but she has faith in her teacher and friends to do what's right.

Isgram Frostcrown

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	Despite his violent upbringing, Isgram tends to approach things with a pragmatic but still optimistic point of few, often using the phrase "Everything's a 50/50 when you think about it." when faced with difficult decisions and/or challenges as it helps calm his nerves. He's not too talkative so he typically isn't one to start conversations, but he will gladly engage if anyone brings him in or asks him anything. Especially if its to discuss tales of heroics and/or past battles. In his downtime, when hes not busy performing upkeep on his gear and preparing for jobs, he is relaxing and killing time by composing '''Dróttkvætt''', a form of Ulfen warrior poetry particularly popular with Gorumites who hail from the '''Land of Linnorm Kings'''. He can also be found writing in his personal memoirs. Isgram enjoys games of strategy like chess. His favorite pass time however, is to train alongside his fellow adventurers, seeing it as an opportunity to both teach and learn. It also provides an opportunity to discuss cultures and philosophy of other people, particularly when it comes to the definition of honorable combat person to person.		Despite his violent upbringing, Isgram tends to approach things with a pragmatic but still optimistic point of few, often using the phrase "Everything's a 50/50 when you think about it." when faced with difficult decisions and/or challenges as it helps calm his nerves. He's not too talkative so he typically isn't one to start conversations, but he will gladly engage if anyone brings him in or asks him anything. Especially if its to discuss tales of heroics and/or past battles. In his downtime, when hes not busy performing upkeep on his gear and preparing for jobs, he is relaxing and killing time by composing '''Dróttkvætt''', a form of Ulfen warrior poetry particularly popular with Gorumites who hail from the '''Land of Linnorm Kings'''. He can also be found writing in his personal memoirs. Isgram enjoys games of strategy like chess. His favorite pass time however, is to train alongside his fellow adventurers, seeing it as an opportunity to both teach and learn. It also provides an opportunity to discuss cultures and philosophy of other people, particularly when it comes to the definition of honorable combat person to person.

			===Skills===
			Isgram is a hardy and stubborn warrior. Often needing a lot to be truly taken down. His skill with a weapon is also nothing to scoff at. Sporting a large frame, his sword, '''Gramr''' strikes true and comes down with the strength of even the mightiest berserkers. This fighting style is amplified thanks to his elemental connections to Ice and Fire or as he says in his own tongue, '''Frost''' and '''Logi'''. Able to switch at will, he fights with a versatile style and a determined resolve to face any challenge or obstacle that comes his way.

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	* Isgram is very slow to deal out judgement against others misdeeds, as he believes he has no right given his past sins he continues to atone for. Instead he will usually offer his opinion in the hopes it will serve as some form of guidance.		* Isgram is very slow to deal out judgement against others misdeeds, as he believes he has no right given his past sins he continues to atone for. Instead he will usually offer his opinion in the hopes it will serve as some form of guidance.

	* A particular rune Isgram carved onto his greatsword says ~~'''~~"Gramr"~~'''~~. This was done in protest to his grandfather, whose axe is adorned with the rune '''"Grammr"'''. Grammr is Jotun for wrath or cruel. Isgram chose Gramr to represent the removal of his family's corrupted influence changing the word's meaning to warrior or king.		* A particular rune Isgram carved onto his greatsword says "Gramr". This was done in protest to his grandfather, whose axe is adorned with the rune '''"Grammr"'''. Grammr is Jotun for wrath or cruel. Isgram chose Gramr to represent the removal of his family's corrupted influence changing the word's meaning to warrior or king.

	===Notable Interactions===		===Notable Interactions===

Melfyra

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	\| age = 82		\| age = 83
	\| height = 6'5		\| height = 6'5
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Mahra

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	~~\| occupation = Priestess/Shaman of Mahja Firehair~~
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	~~\| ancestry = Human~~
	~~\| heritage = Dromaar~~
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	~~\| age = 23~~
	~~\| height = 167cm (5'6")~~
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	~~For most, figuring out their purpose in life is a major goal. For Mahra this was never a concern as she was born to serve a specific purpose in her clan.~~

	Before her birth, Mahra's clan had no one to perform the rites of the clan, the last shaman having died of old age. With tradition dictating that the clan Shaman be born of one with divine power flowing in their blood, Mahra's father, the leader of the clan, traveled to the nearby human settlement and recruited a priestess of Sarenrae for help. Together, Mahra was born.

	Mahra was raised in the clan to serve as its spiritual leader. She excelled at this but also was born with the power to sense and interact with the spirits around her. This was a rare talent within the clan and Mahra was encouraged to follow this path; thus, she became an animist. However, recognizing her dedication to the clan Mahja Firehair blessed her as well (Blessed one Archetype). The rest of Mahra's childhood was filled with training for her eventual duties to the clan. However, fate was not on her side. While in seclusion performing her final purification rituals before assuming her duties, the worst happened and the collapse struck her clan. She emerged from the cave from her seclusion only to find her entire clan had been destroyed, no trace of them remaining.

	Mahra searched for her clan for a while, but after finding nothing, she decided to move forward. She began wandering, spreading the teachings of Mahja and helping those she came across. Many needed the help of priestess after all. From funeral rights, to healing the injured, she performed her duties, but felt the miss of her clan, of a community to be a part of. Mahja's teachings involve devoting oneself to supporting their community and this was the one thing she was unable to do. As such, when she heard of a town that had been reclaimed and was doing exactly that, she began heading there. Eventually she made her way to Onadbyr. Upon arriving, she learned that the town even had a batch of salmon transplanted to the town and were now thriving. With Mahja's divine animal being the salmon, to Mahra it seemed almost like divine providence, and now seeks to do everything she can to improve the new community she has found after long last.

Mahra

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First meeting with Melfyra

Poiuyt748 — Sat, 02 May 2026 06:17:20 GMT

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One afternoon, those in the eastern part of the city see a sizeable amount of smoke rising above the upper sacks. Those more familiar with the area can tell that while the smoke doesn't seem to originate from freak street, it is in fairly close proximity. Those in the vicinity might also notice the smell of burning foliage, as compared to the smells of burning wood or charcoal that are more common in the city.

A green elf with antlers, a black, lizardlike tail, and blue stripes across her body scurries up the side of a run-down building close by where the smoke is to try and get a better look at what's going on. What could've started a fire at this hour? And from the smell of those plants, it could get dangerous. This warrants investigation.

from your vantage, you can see the smoke is coming from nearby. A sort of rundown manor in the upper sacks that probably belonged to a minor lord or rich merchant before the collapse. Now, it sits abandoned. You do remember however that on the grounds was the withered and dead remains of a sizeable hedge maze. It seems likely that this hedge maze is where the fire seems to be coming from but you can't see clearly from here.

Seeing how much ground there is to cover here, Melfyra casts a fly spell on herself and begins searching the maze from above. A maze like this with that much dry kindling could turn this fire worse if she doesn't get to the source.

From the air you can pretty clearly see what is happening. You note a few things. First, about one quarter of the hedge maze seems to have already burned, there is a woman standing next to the hedge maze who looks to be using fire magic to burn it, and the immediate area around the hedge maze itself has been cleared of all flammable debris, creating a sort of firebreak around the area. As you approach, the woman looks up at you and gives you a friendly wave.

Melfyra returns the wave and descends to the ground. "Hi! I noticed the smoke from a few blocks down, do you mind if I ask what you're doing here?"

"Oh, hello. Sorry to bother you. I was just clearing this area before I start proper construction. My name is Mahra." She gives you a small bow.

"Construction? Well, it's not like anyone else was using this maze, anyways. Shame to see it go though. I'm Melfyra, a local druid. What are you building?"

At the question about what she is doing, Mahra's eyes light up. "I'm working to start my own clan. So I'm working on fixing this place up so we have a place of operations." She gestures at the buildings around her. "I'm just getting started right now though"

Melfyra looks around at the buildings as well. "That's a noble goal! Once this place is fixed up, I'm sure it'll make a great clan hall! You mind if I stick around until the maze is fully cleared out? I'm sure you've got things under control here, but I wanna make sure it doesn't get too out of control, you know?"

"Sure." She responds happily. Always ready to make new friends. "If it's not rude, are you one of Gwen's undead? You are a lot more talkative than most of her other minions."

"Oh, no, I'm not one of hers. I wasn't raised by a necromancer, I asked Pomba to bite me a few years ago." Melfyra points to the bite mark on her neck. The telltale sign of vampirism.

"Oh, I've never met a vampire before." She looks at you curiously, like she wants to ask a question, but isn't sure what to ask about. Giving up on it "Do you live here in the upper sacks too?"

"Yeah! I live just across the street from Gwen, although I have found my attention in a lot of places lately. I'm just as likely to be here as I am to be in Lancaster."

"Oh I guess we will be neighbors then." She looks at you curiously "Lancaster?"

"Yeah! It's another city, a couple days from here on foot. It used to be infested with undead, but it's safe now! I was actually from there before it fell!"

She nods in agreement "Nasty business, having undead overrun a city. I'm glad the undead here seem to be under control. Even if there are quite a few." she looks towards freak street.

"Yeah! The undead here are all great, I'm glad I found my way here eventually!"

"I see. I just hope that I can find some good recruits for my tribe. Gwen doesn't seem interested in nothing else and I haven't met any other orcs here yet." She looks a bit forlorn.

"Yeah, that sounds like her. I'm sure you'll find more orcs as you keep doing associate work and get your name out there!"

She brightens up at Melphy's comment "Thanks, now I just need to track down those salmon I heard rumors about. It's been years since I last ate some."

"Oooooh, the salmon here are great! Especially when paired with some dwarven ale!"

"Oh really? Do you know where I can get some? I haven't found where to get it yet."

"Check the Ashenforge Clan Hall! They've got good food, good drink, and even better company!"

"I'll have to make sure to do so." By this point, the hedge is pretty much finished being burned. "Well, I need to head to trimarket now to procure materials. Before that though, maybe you could show me this place with good salmon. Would you like to join me for lunch?" She gives her new friend a smile.

"That sounds like a good idea to me! It's over in Little Monarch, right this way!"

Mahra will follow Melphy to go get lunch.

Mahra Flamewalker

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	* [[First meeting with Melfyra]]		: On her first day in the city, Mahra stumbles her way into Freak Street where she meets Gwen and Orion for the first time.
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First meeting with Gwen and Orion

Poiuyt748 — Sat, 02 May 2026 06:07:24 GMT

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As day turns to night, a woman walks the streets of the Upper Sacks. At first look she appears human, but upon closer scrutiny you will notice that she has the green skin of an orc. Her face is covered in ritualistic warpaint. Her clothes are well worn from travel, yet clearly taken care of. As she walks along the streets you can hear a soft chime as the bells she wears at her waist move with her. The quarterstaff in her hand doubles as her walking stick.

Mahra Flamewalker has spent the day traveling and had only entered the city of Odanbyr just before dusk via the south-east gate. New to the city, she quickly got lost wandering the streets of the Upper stacks, the endless piles of rubble and broken buildings quickly looking the same to her. As she continued her search, looking for an inn to stay the night, something tugs at her senses. Somewhere nearby is an undead. Surprised at finding an undead within the city itself, she searches the area.

Turning down assorted streets of abandoned buildings, the orc comes to a halt as she enters a new neighborhood.

Placed directly in the road is a sign. The sign reads ‘Be Warned, Undead of Gwenevere and Orion Argyos patrol the following street. They are nonlethal to those that dont take hostile action. Hostile actions taken against the undead will be returned in kind.’

True to the words of the sign, the Orc witnesses several skeletal dogs that seem to patrol up and down the street. Most of their routes centering around the singular put together home in the area. A single story cottage with an enormous hedge seeming to contain a sheltered garden in the backyard. Being the only home with lights on, it also seems to have a high concentration of undead presence emanating from within.

As various skeletal wolves move through an around the street, the orc watches a strange sight as those that get within a short distance of the home seem to vanish from her sight. Only smallest puffs of dirt that they kick up suggest that the beasts are likely still there, just sheltered by some magical barrier.

As Mahra sees the sign in middle of the road, some of her fears are assuaged. She was worried about undead being in the city. While she knows that sometimes the undead can be used to noble or useful purposes, they usually tend to be a problem for those around them. Still, she has never seen someone use them as guard dogs. As she sees them disappear near the house, her curiosity is even more piqued. She could still feel the undead from the building.

While followers of Mahja like her rarely use the undead, she accepts the idea that they aren't inherently evil, simply being a tool to be used. Also, there was something to this house before her. She could feel the spirits around her urging her on, some force drawing her in. Before she knew it, she stood in front of the door of the house, light spilling from the windows, but somehow still obstructing her from seeing inside.

Hesitantly, she knocks on the door in front of her.

Something shines in the eyes of the silver wolf’s head knocker on the front door.

Before the knock, Orion gets a ping in his head- front door, orc woman approach!- and he looks up from his cup of coffee to Gwen, sitting across from him. Someone’s here, he relays. He cocks his head, waiting for her response.

Gwen's nostrils flare under her own cup of coffee. Keeping her eyes from rolling back she lets out a soft sigh as she stands. "If the гยкשคՇ is here to have me sign some new ridiculous form, I'm going to have the dogs dig holes around her yard..."

Grumbling all the way to the door, Gwen wastes no time in pulling it open.

Before Mahra stands the foreboding presence of a pale female orc. Her thick white hair braided in a singular long cord that travels down her back while she wears a black dress with grey wolf lining along the shoulders. Her eyes a strange bright pink and her face locked in a look of utter scorn. Mahra notes the odd posture of the woman as she stands over 7ft tall due to an abnormally straightened back. The door open, Mahra's sense for undead doubles from the woman's presence. Though her body is clearly living, death clings to her form and soul. Black wisps of smoke occasionally seeping out from the corners of her lips.

Gwen's look of disgust briefly twists to one of confusion at seeing another female orc. Her eyebrow twitches and her feet shuffle lightly. Her eyes quickly flicker to street, as if waiting to see if some trap is about to be sprung. Seeming content with her surroundings she finally speaks after several seconds of silence. "Can I... help you?" The words a bit foreign to her, but the sentiment at least seems to be true.

Orion follows her with light steps, peeking out from her shadow with curious eyes. Though dwarfed by his wife, he has his own presence about him, dressed in all black with sparkling constellations dotting what’s visible of his skin. He’s quick to take in the new orcish woman with a small smile, but his amusement lacks context. Sharp eyes would note he seems to be holding his tongue as he remains a step behind Gwen.

Let me know if you need me to step in…

Mahra stares at the Orc in front of her. When she had entered the city, she had asked about any other orcs in the city but the guard on duty mentioned they were rare in Onadbyr so she is surprised to see one. That being said, neither her height nor demeanor intimidated her as she was long used to it. Especially since, due to her human blood, she has spent her entire life being towered over by the other orcs around her.

"Oh...Hello, mistress. I sensed the undead here and thought to investigate. I've seen too many towns destroyed by them the last few years."

At that, she turns her gaze downward. In doing so she spots Orion from behind her. Seeing Orion, Mahra blushes slightly, clearing noticing that the two were spending some quality time together before her interruption.

"Apologies. I seem to have interrupted you. But, at least I know that I have nothing to worry from the undead around here." she says, looking directly at Gwen while giving her a big smile. She then gives Gwen a small bow. "My name is Mahra, and I am new to the city. I am glad to have already met another Orc here. I will leave for now, but if you ever have need of me, do not hesitate to ask. Us orcs must stay together right?" She finishes with a small salute, an orc tradition to show respect to another orc before turning to leave, her fears entirely assuaged by seeing that the necromancer ordering these undead is a fellow orc.

Gwen’s face twists and turns through a litany of emotions as she takes in the half-orcs words. Confusion, a flash of annoyance, a brief moment of pride, then something akin to a bittersweet gaze as she watches the orc turn.

Gwen finally comes to full sense as she calls, “W-wait. Ah… You are…” Her tripped words produce more black smoke as it pours from her lips with a steady flow. Seeing all the smoke pool in front of her, Gwen clicks her tongue and reaches into pocket to affix what Mahra recognizes as an Orc Warmask. Its intricate design reflecting a skeletal mouth as it clasps over her mouth and seals all the smoke inside.

Trying once more, “You are Orc? Have you come with your tribe?” Her tone significantly softened as she looks down to Mahra inquisitively.

Mahra looks at the smoke that pours from Gwen's mouth with interest. Mahra also shows interest in Gwen's Warmask. Her own clan's Warmask is made with paints and dyes instead of physical materials as is evident by looking at the paints covering the upper part of Mahra's face. As she hears her question though, her face turns somber.

"No. My tribe is gone. The collapse took them. It's...just me now." After a moment of silence she perks up though "But, I'm gonna start a new one! That's why I came to Odanbyr actually. They even have salmon here. The last time I ate salmon was before the Collapse." she says with an enthusiasm that only youth can muster

At Mahra's embarassment, Orion winks, careful to remain out of Gwen's periphery. He leans against the door frame as the two converse, eyes lazily drifting between them. It's clear that he's a bit groggy. Occasionally, the dying light catches his eyes and turns them to reflective silver disks, like a cat hunting at dusk. His ears flick this way and that, seemingly unburdened by the numerous silver earrings adorning them.

As the conversation continues, his smile grows with what one would assume to be pride, especially when his eyes are on Gwen.

At Mahra's last words, sympathy flickers across his face. He looks up at Gwen. Invite her inside, he urges.

He looks over his shoulder, back into the house, and calls out in Necril, "[Tidy.]" Then he resettles against the door frame, as though nothing had happened.

Mahra's initial response triggers an inadvertent grin on Gwen's face, her words spilling without a thought, "Goo-"

Thankfully said emotions dissolve immediately as Mahra's tone shifts. The tension in Gwen's face slipping as her eyes resist softening. Her eyes flicker down to Orion as his words ring in her mind. Looking back up to the orc again, new conflicting emotions fight their way through her mind.

Beneath the mask, Gwen's teeth sink and roll across her lips as she fights to put her best thoughts to words. Finally, she stumbles out, "Y-you sh-"

But not before she cuts herself off and starts again. Switching to a language that rolls through her throat like rusted metal, Orcish.

"Join in our blades and bellies." [An 'old fashioned' Orcish invitation to join another's hearth for a quick meal or momentary safety. ]

Automatically, Mahra responds in Orcish with the ceremonial response, "May we break bread and salt, not bones and tusks."
before switching back to common on the off chance that Orion doesn't speak Orcish, "Are you sure? I'm not interrupting?" she asks as she looks from Gwen to Orion.
Despite her words, she is clearly eager to accept the invitation. Her clothes are still coated in dust from the road and while her eyes and demeanor are bright, she still has signs of exhaustion from a long day of travel.

Orion's eyes widen a bit when Gwen speaks in Orcish. He listens intently to their words, but it seems more as though he's studying the phonemes rather than actually understanding them.

He pushes off of the door frame. "Come on in, you look like you could use some coffee." He smiles kindly at Mahra, the tips of prominent canines peeking out. Even with his confident demeanor, he still glances up at Gwen before he commits to stepping to the side and allowing Mahra through.

In response, Mahra bows to them before following Orion and Gwen into their home. "Thank you. I have been on the road all day and was looking for an inn when I got distracted..." she trails off looking at the undead presences around her. Refocusing on the conversation she continues smiling at the pair, "Though I am glad that I met you both though. It almost feels like there was some sort of intervention that led me here."

Mahra’s orcish reply seems to evoke a nervous shiver as her brow furrows. Giving a nod of awkward acceptance, Gwen moves to the side to allow Mahra inside.

In that same motion, Gwen slides through the doorway with a short, “One moment.”

Closing the door behind her, Gwen gives a short message to Orion, ‘setting a watch’. Through their connection, Orion feels the pool of Gwen’s anxiety lingering under the surface. Wasting no time, she pulls the mask down as she exhales an enormous cloud of black smoke. The smoke twists and turns unnervingly as flecks of green glow within. The soft beating of a heart travels up and out of Gwen’s chest and into the manifestation of undeath in front of her. A black winged undead hooded figure stands in front of her, Seraphiel the eidolon.

From the roof floatation down a blue ghostly wolf just as another decrepit zombie wolf the size of a horse hops the garden wall to join in front of the house. Looking over her undead companions she gives a short terse nod, “Patrol the grounds.” Without another word, the three undead figures quickly disperse as two take to the air as the enormous zombie wolf follows behind.

Orion shoots a grin over his shoulder. "Indeed, the stars must have aligned," he says in a way that isn't quite serious, but still holds some truth (to him, at least). He eyes Gwen as she sets her watch, but keeps his words and thoughts to himself as he leads Mahra inside.

Once inside, Mahra is met with a dimly lit home featuring narrow hallways, wooden floorboards, and stone walls. The entryway opens into the nexus of the home, their kitchen, where a pot of coffee sits cooling on the stove, and two abandoned mugs are set on a small table with two chairs. To the right of the entryway is a small parlor which clearly does not see much use (nor company). On the left wall of the kitchen is the door to the basement, and at the back, two hallways lead further into the home. On the right wall is a large window over the table looking out into the garden, and a door leading outside.

Orion clears away one of the mugs and pulls out the chair where it was placed. "Please, have a seat. Gwen will be back in a minute." He gestures to the seat and gives Mahra an encouraging smile. "How do you like your coffee?"

Mahra, not deterred by the gloom enters the home. She gladly accepts the offered chair and settles into it. "I've never had coffee before so however you would recommend is fine." She says while taking in the sparse room around her. "I'm sorry, I have forgotten my manners and haven't even asked your names yet." she says a bit chagrined.

Orion laughs. "You probably don't want it my way, but here." Orion says a brief incantation over the coffee pot, and it begins steaming again. He grabs a clean mug from a shelf and fills it a third of the way with coffee. "Try it black, and we can see how much milk and sugar you need." He sets the mug down in front of Mahra and extends a hand. "Orion Argyros. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." His hands are not quite as delicate as those of an academic, but they're certainly not of a fighter or laborer either. His fingers are adorned with at least a dozen rings, almost all pure silver- with the exception of one that features a large purple gemstone- and they end in short but thick black claws. His handshake, if accepted, follows Mahra's lead in firmness and duration.

Mahra returns the handshake and since orcs generally show their respect through strength, puts as much strength as she can into it. "Once again, I am Mahra Flamewalker, formerly of the Firebrand tribe. It's nice to meet you Orion." Afterwards, she takes a sip of the coffee. She has no strong reaction to it, simply thinking about the taste. "It's not as bitter as I expected it to be, and the smell is nice." She relaxes back into the chair, both hands wrapped around the mug, sipping it slowly as she waits for Gwen to rejoin them.
The coffee also doesn't seem to have any noticeable impact on her weariness, at least not right away it seems

Orion takes the handshake without grimacing, returning its firmness.

His smile widens as she takes no issue with the taste of the coffee. Satisfied, he steps back, but instead of taking the place opposite her, he leans against the counter behind him.

he front door opens once more as Gwen steps inside, her hands fixing the mask back in place. The moment away seems to have helped the woman recollect herself as she holds a now steady gaze over the room.

Eyeing the steaming pot on the stove, Gwen moves past the two to fix herself another cup. As she does, Mahra picks up a strange emptiness from Gwen since coming back inside, no longer does she seem to pulsate with the same undead energy. Her back to the girl, Gwen grabs a mug before filling 1/5th of it with coffee before inundating it with milk and a healthy scoop of sugar.

With a now fixed drink, Gwen turns and sits in the remaining chair. Placing the mug on the table, her fingers lightly trace the lip as she thinks for the moment. Sighing heavily through the mask she gives a somber nod, “I am Gwenevere Argyros, I have… severed myself of any tribe. My husband Orion and I control these streets with our pack.”

Mahra looks at the older women with a somber smile. "I see, it must have been hard. To leave your tribe. Mine...." she trails off as she is pulled into a memory for a moment, looking down into the mug in front of her "Mine no longer exists." Mahra's gaze refocuses on Gwen "Though I doubt you've severed ties with all tribes. You seem to have found quite an interesting new tribe here." As she finishes, she tilts her head towards Orion "You have even claimed and defend your tribe's territory."

Mahra’s words of kindness unfortunately only seem to trigger a fire in Gwen’s eyes. Her face contorting into something resembling a sneer through the mask. “This is not my tribe, it is my family. Make the mistake again and I’ll…” With each word, her grip fastens on her mug, till she takes a moment to breathe.

Even through the mask, Mahra sees the faintest bits of smoke escape as Gwen’s anger tempers. Closing her eyes briefly she starts again, “My anger is not with you. You simply don’t know better.” Opening her eyes again, Gwen’s gaze drifts down to black coffee in Mahra’s hands. Losing her focus in the swirling coffee, Gwen’s tone shifts to a hollow breeze.

“I did not leave my tribe little one, I desecrated their corpses, defiled their history and scorched their fields. I would see all Orc tribe culture follow the same path before I ever call myself a tribesman again.” Her words leaving little to the imagination even as she speaks with the same tone one uses when reading a boring tome. Merely stating fact.

Orion grimaces briefly, contorting the scars around his mouth, before his expression returns to placidity. He pushes himself off the counter and steps close to Gwen, offering her his hand.

"I'm sure you know," he interjects, facing Mahra, "that not all tribes have the same values. Some deal only in brutality and violence."

Mahra does not react to Gwen's outburst of anger, letting wash over her like she has done many times before. Orcs have a tendency to have anger issues and Mahra has long since learned to deal with such outbursts. As Gwen mentions destroying her clan though, Mahra's gaze shifts. The joy and excitement that has been evident throughout is gone as her eyes grow dark and flinty. As Gwen finishes and Orion trys to smooth things over, Mahra's stare never leaves Gwen's face. She utters a single word, cold and merciless, backed by a cold rage.
"Why?"

Resting back in her chair, Gwen watches the young orc’s light of joy be snuffed out with a strange twisted sense of delight. The naive innocence brought down the Gwen’s own tormented understanding.

In a slow determined motion, Gwen rises from her chair. With her right foot, she pushes a leg of the table to clear the space between the two orcs. Meanwhile, the front door opens as Sera pushes her way inside as black rolling smoke coats the floors. Seraphiel stands with her wings scrapping the ceiling in a towering over the room, with a black mask covering the undead’s face, as the only other detail to catch one’s eye is a green mote of light within her chest which gives a rhythmic beating.

As Gwen starts, she tugs roughly at the dress to pull down and expose a portion of her upper chest. The pale flesh is covered in scars, torn and ripped by hundreds of sharp teeth that each left their mark of pain.

Behind Mahra, Seraphiel mimics the same motion as Gwen, ripping away her blackened ethereal flesh to expose a perverse beating heart. Half the heart seems to be deformed in appearing to be a shrunken version of the other. The other half however, is held together by hundreds of stitches, amassing pieces of flesh the size of fingers, its existence an affront to life. All held within the form of what Mahra recognizes to be an Eidolon.

“I was returning the favor.” Gwen finishes her words with the same calm and empty tone, never breaking her fixed gaze on Mahra. The orc stands silent as she waits to see the girl’s response.

Mahra stands slowly "I see." she says as she approaches the taller woman. She moves right in front of her until she is standing face to face before giving her a predatory grin. But, not one of a predator who is looking to hunt, but that has just finished one. She begins speaking again, but this time there is an ethereal echo to it, as if the sound is coming from Mahra, but with a second deeper voice layered over top. "Then you did not kill our kind. You rid the world of monsters that needed cleansing." After a moment of holding Gwen's gaze, Mahra then proceeds to take a step back and give Gwen a kneeling salute, head bowed. (an orc tradition that shows one has lost, admit defeat, or admit wrongdoing as it presents themselves defenseless to the other party.) "I apologize for judging you. I see now that I was wrong." This time it is back to her original voice. Mahra continues kneeling, waiting for Gwen to respond.

wen’s brow twitches as she watches the young girl salute in front of her. A practice that she never received before even at her ‘highest’ station. And now a practical child was doing so without even threat of her life.

She should be moved to tears. She should revel in this moment. Any yet… it all felt so hollow now.

Instead, Gwen releases her grasp as she steps back from the salute to hide her look of disgust. Sera similarly floats back away from the two as the heart conceals itself once more. Holding herself in the corner while empty eyes watch on.

A heavy sigh and a wave of her hand as she steps away, “Forget your apologies, it’s not worth it.” Gesturing to the side door that leads to the garden, “There is a gazebo in the garden, you may rest in there.”

Mahra continues to kneel on the ground. "Then I thank you for your hospitality." While she wants to interact more with Gwen, she is good enough at noticing people's tells that she knows now is not the time. She plans to live here long term and will have many more chance to speak to Gwen in the future. She stands and gives both Gwen and Orion another bow before proceeding to towards the indicated door.

Orion stands frozen, holding his breath, as the two women stand against each other. When Mahra kneels, he audibly releases the breath.

Before Mahra can leave, Orion steps forward and holds out his hand.

“Wait, are you hungry? Do you need anything for warmth, or the bugs?” he asks, trying to extend their hospitality to make up for the brief awkwardness.

Mahra looks from Orion over to Gwen and back before responding, "Do not worry about me, I will be fine." She gives him a smile before giving him a subtle indicator with her eyes by flicking them at Gwen (trying to convey that he should focus on Gwen since it seems to Mahra that she might need his support more) "I have spent many nights camping on the road, just having a roof over me will be enough. Thank you for the coffee." Mahra then proceeds to the garden, leaving the other two alone in the house.

Gwen makes no further effort to stop Mahra from leaving to the garden, watching the young woman from the corner of her eye. Turning fully once the door has closed she gives a nod to Sera, "Bring her a few of the extra pelts in the closet. Warn her of the plants she should avoid." Sera wastes no time in following the instructions while Gwen returns her softened gaze to Orion.

She says nothing, but her eyes communicate a feeling of exhaustion as she sighs. Eventually she removes the mask to take a few sips of her now cooled coffee. "Sorry." Her tone short and words brief as she breaks her gaze again to stare forlorn at the wall.

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Mahra steps through the backdoor to enter into a plant paradise as she finds herself surrounded by dozens of different flora, the grounds themselves brimming with plants of a uniquely gothic flair. Dark reds and purples mixed within sharpened thorns flood the grounds, with only small flattened stones acting as safe platforms to navigate the space. The stepping stones seem to curve through the sizeable walled garden before leading up to a small stone gazebo.

Mahra carefully navigates her way through the garden to make her way to the gazebo, making sure not to damage any of the plants around while taking note of the different variety. After she reaches the Gazebo, she pulls a small, well worn sleeping roll out and begins to set it up. As sera approaches with a few pelts in hand, she accepts them. "Thank you. Do you have a name as well?" She asks of the undead spirit in front of her.

Mahra hears a voice that echoes out from the undead eidolon, whispered on the winds as it sends a chill when hearing her speak. The words are immediately recognized as Necril, the language of the dead, "I am Seraphiel, heart of Gwenevere. Rest well young one. In this garden death watches over all."

"Thank you for the pelts. I apologize that I cannot speak Necril so do not understand you." She waits to see if the eidolon responds to her.

Sera says nothing else, but gives a reassuring nod of sorts before turning to leave. Mahra watches as one of the many skeletal wolves takes up a watch a short distance away. The wolf sits ready to aide, but also never moving its gaze from Mahra's position.

Mahra sets up her bedroll, grabs the pelts and using them as padding beds down for the night. She is both hopeful and conflicted with her initial meeting with Gwen and Orion. She hopes she has not caused problems for the woman, but thinks that overall things went well. Most Orcs she has met recently have been hostile or closed off much like Gwen. Mahra is hopeful that in the future she will be able to get closer to Gwen, even if it takes time to do so. She falls asleep as she thinks of ways to get closer to Gwen as well as a way to apologize for disturbing her at her home.

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	After entering the city, Mahra quickly began setting up her new tribe's base of operation. She claimed an abandoned manor in the Upper sacks and went about fixing it up.		After entering the city, Mahra quickly began setting up her new tribe's base of operation. She claimed an abandoned manor in the Upper sacks and went about fixing it up.
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	== Expedition History ==		== Expedition History ==

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	Mahra searched for her clan for a while, but after finding nothing, she decided to move forward. She began wandering, spreading the teachings of Mahja and helping those she came across. Many needed the help of priestess after all. From funeral rights, to healing the injured, she performed her duties, but felt the miss of her clan, of a community to be a part of. Mahja's teachings involve devoting oneself to supporting their community and this was the one thing she was unable to do. As such, when she heard of a town that had been reclaimed and was doing exactly that, she began heading there. Eventually she made her way to Onadbyr. Upon arriving, she learned that the town even had a batch of salmon transplanted to the town and were now thriving. With Mahja's divine animal being the salmon, to Mahra it seemed almost like divine providence, and now seeks to do everything she can to improve the new community she has found after long last.		Mahra searched for her clan for a while, but after finding nothing, she decided to move forward. She began wandering, spreading the teachings of Mahja and helping those she came across. Many needed the help of priestess after all. From funeral rights, to healing the injured, she performed her duties, but felt the miss of her clan, of a community to be a part of. Mahja's teachings involve devoting oneself to supporting their community and this was the one thing she was unable to do. As such, when she heard of a town that had been reclaimed and was doing exactly that, she began heading there. Eventually she made her way to Onadbyr. Upon arriving, she learned that the town even had a batch of salmon transplanted to the town and were now thriving. With Mahja's divine animal being the salmon, to Mahra it seemed almost like divine providence, and now seeks to do everything she can to improve the new community she has found after long last.

			== The Flamewalker Stronghold ==
			After entering the city, Mahra quickly began setting up her new tribe's base of operation. She claimed an abandoned manor in the Upper sacks and went about fixing it up.

	== Expedition History ==		== Expedition History ==

Wine and Mead with Illiam and Melfyra

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===The Search and the Encounter===
While searching for a pub to relax and drink for the afternoon, Isgram got lost in the Trimarket Area. While looking around minding his own business, he mistakenly ran into Illiam who was out shopping with Mefyra.

===The Invitation and the Basement.===
Upon bumping into them, Isgram catches Illiam before they fall to the ground and helps them back on their feet. Isgram apologies and asks them for the location of the nearest pub. They instead mention a bottle of aged wine they have and insisthe come over and try it with them. Isgram, not one to turn down hospitality accepts while offering own mead as an offering as well. The group heads over to Melfyra's shop where she promptly readies a lift the takes the group to the basement.

===The Visit and the Drinks===
Down in the basement, Isgram got to know Illiam and Melfyra a bit more. The three swapped stories interest and drinks. Once all was said and done, Isgram got up and thanked the both of them for a lovely time and hoped to see them around.

Isgram Frostcrown

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	After the Lord in Iron's death, Logiram became determined to lead his clan to glory in a new age of violent conquest, intending to become a symbol of might and fear to all warriors of all lands. In the aftermath, Isgram's father had succumbed to nihilism and was swiftly killed by Frijosa for his weakness. In that moment, Isgram abandoned his grandfather's philosophy and began studying more about his ancient ancestors. In doing so he learned that they were a clan that once held prided themselves on their honor, dignity, and wisdom gained through noble and meaningful combat, rather than just violence and conquest. With this knowledge, Isgram pleaded to his remaining clan members that they should instead use their skills to help guide other warriors on a more positive trajectory based on self-growth through honing the mind, body, and spirit. Ralof scoffed and challenged him for his supposed betrayal. The duel commenced and despite showing mercy to his cousin, Isgram was forced to kill him. Outraged, Logiram banished his grandson and gave him the shunned title of '''"Múspel"''', destroyer in the '''Jötun''' language, believing that his way would destroy the clan's entire history. Since Isgram had won the duel, his grandfather begrudgingly gave him a disgraced exile but also told him that should any '''Frostcrown''' soldiers or clan members see him out in the world, he is to be seen as an enemy.		After the Lord in Iron's death, Logiram became determined to lead his clan to glory in a new age of violent conquest, intending to become a symbol of might and fear to all warriors of all lands. In the aftermath, Isgram's father had succumbed to nihilism and was swiftly killed by Frijosa for his weakness. In that moment, Isgram abandoned his grandfather's philosophy and began studying more about his ancient ancestors. In doing so he learned that they were a clan that once held prided themselves on their honor, dignity, and wisdom gained through noble and meaningful combat, rather than just violence and conquest. With this knowledge, Isgram pleaded to his remaining clan members that they should instead use their skills to help guide other warriors on a more positive trajectory based on self-growth through honing the mind, body, and spirit. Ralof scoffed and challenged him for his supposed betrayal. The duel commenced and despite showing mercy to his cousin, Isgram was forced to kill him. Outraged, Logiram banished his grandson and gave him the shunned title of '''"Múspel"''', destroyer in the '''Jötun''' language, believing that his way would destroy the clan's entire history. Since Isgram had won the duel, his grandfather begrudgingly gave him a disgraced exile but also told him that should any '''Frostcrown''' soldiers or clan members see him out in the world, he is to be seen as an enemy.

	With newfound resolve, Isgram left his clan behind, aiming to improve himself and atone for his past action, he hopes to one day challenge his grandfather and change his clan for the better.		With newfound resolve, Isgram left his clan behind, aiming to improve himself and atone for his past action, he hopes to one day challenge his grandfather and change his clan for the better.

	~~===Post Onadbyr Arrival===~~
	Four Years after his departure from his family, Isgram arrived at the city of Onadbyr. He had heard rumors of the area and thought it would be a good place to set some roots and start again. They began but doing some simple odd jobs and expeditions here and there, but their true resolve to stay came after an encounter with his family inside his dreams. With the help of Illriam, the Dream Witch, they deduced that his nightmares were being used as a tracking catalyst to find Isgram's location and spy on him. Illriam used their powerful magic to break the spell and thus the connection, but not before his grandfather vowed that once the family had won control of the northern lands, they would gladly pay Onadbyr a visit. Afterwards, Isgram's resolve was tempered after that. He pledged to grow stronger so he could face his family and prove to them the folly of their ways.

	===Goals===		===Goals===
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	===Views of Specific Gods===		===Views of Specific Gods===
	'''Gorum''': Before Gorum's death, Isgram often had nightmares in his youth he believed were ominous warnings sent by the Lord in Iron to show him his views of honor and dignity were not misplaced. Isgram sees these dreams now as a boon that gave him his purpose. To this day he believes he owes Gorum his life. Even in death, Gorum inspires Isgram everyday of his live. He worships the Lord of Iron everyday, evoking his name with zeal and determination in any fight. His goal being to keep his and what he believes to be his true ideals alive.		'''[[Gorum]]''': Before Gorum's death, Isgram often had nightmares in his youth he believed were ominous warnings sent by the Lord in Iron to show him his views of honor and dignity were not misplaced. Isgram sees these dreams now as a boon that gave him his purpose. To this day he believes he owes Gorum his life. Even in death, Gorum inspires Isgram everyday of his live. He worships the Lord of Iron everyday, evoking his name with zeal and determination in any fight. His goal being to keep his and what he believes to be his true ideals alive.

	'''Torag''': Isgram is as devout to Torag almost as much as he is to Gorum. He praises him every time he dons his armor or cleans his weapon, for without the forge fathers guidance, these tools would not exist.		'''[[Torag]]''': Isgram is as devout to Torag almost as much as he is to Gorum. He praises him every time he dons his armor or cleans his weapon, for without the forge fathers guidance, these tools would not exist.

	'''~~Pharasma~~''': Death is not something to fear, it is simply a natural part of life, especially for followers of Gorum. As such, Isgram has great reverence for Pharasma, for she is the one that will guide his soul to the afterlife and hopefully to Elysium.		'''[[Pharsma]]''': Death is not something to fear, it is simply a natural part of life, especially for followers of Gorum. As such, Isgram has great reverence for Pharasma, for she is the one that will guide his soul to the afterlife and hopefully to Elysium.

	'''Sarenrae and Desna''': Isgram does not actively pray to Sarenrae, or Sister Cinder as many Ulfen call her. He does see her as a comforting presence and guiding light of hope and reminder that everyday is a new adventure. He views Desna much in the same way, seeing her as many do. The light of hope in the darkest of nights.		'''[[Sarenrae]] and [[Desna]]''': Isgram does not actively pray to Sarenrae, or Sister Cinder as many Ulfen call her. He does see her as a comforting presence and guiding light of hope and reminder that everyday is a new adventure. He views Desna much in the same way, seeing her as many do. The light of hope in the darkest of nights.

	'''Irori''': Having heard of him in his travels, Isgram sees Irori as the prime example of the peace of mind all warriors should strive to obtain. Isgram will sometimes try to meditate, hoping it will help him on with his own growth.		'''[[Irori]]''': Having heard of him in his travels, Isgram sees Irori as the prime example of the peace of mind all warriors should strive to obtain. Isgram will sometimes try to meditate, hoping it will help him on with his own growth.

	'''Iomedae, Cayden Cailean, and Arazni''': Isgram does not actively worship these gods, but he respects them none the less. Seeing them as a true symbol of the boundless potential of mortals and how anyone can overcome the impossible.		'''[[Iomedae]], [[Cayden Cailean]], and [[Arazni]]''': Isgram does not actively worship these gods, but he respects them none the less. Seeing them as a true symbol of the boundless potential of mortals and how anyone can overcome the impossible.

	'''Archdevils and Demon Lords''': While Isgram believes that all beings are capable of change, atonement, or redemption, he is not so naive to assume that devils or demons are to be taken lightly. Often seeing most as enemies.		'''Archdevils and Demon Lords''': While Isgram believes that all beings are capable of change, atonement, or redemption, he is not so naive to assume that devils or demons are to be taken lightly. Often seeing most as enemies.
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	* A particular rune Isgram carved onto his greatsword says '''"Gramr"'''. This was done in protest to his grandfather, whose axe is adorned with the rune '''"Grammr"'''. Grammr is Jotun for wrath or cruel. Isgram chose Gramr to represent the removal of his family's corrupted influence changing the word's meaning to warrior or king.		* A particular rune Isgram carved onto his greatsword says '''"Gramr"'''. This was done in protest to his grandfather, whose axe is adorned with the rune '''"Grammr"'''. Grammr is Jotun for wrath or cruel. Isgram chose Gramr to represent the removal of his family's corrupted influence changing the word's meaning to warrior or king.

			===Notable Interactions===
			*[[Wine and Mead with Illiam and Melfyra]]

			*[[Isgram's Nightmare encounter]]

	===Expeditions===		===Expeditions===
	~~https://wiki.kelek.online/index.php/Kiss_the_girl~~		* [[Kiss the girl]]

	https://wiki.kelek.online/index.php/New_Associate_Orientation		https://wiki.kelek.online/index.php/New_Associate_Orientation

Mahra Flamewalker

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	* [[Kiss the girl]]		* [[Kiss the girl]]

			== Notable interactions ==
			=== Summer (232) ===

			* [[First meeting with Gwen and Orion]]
			* [[First meeting with Melfyra]]

Isgram Frostcrown

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	Isgram comes from a family of hardened '''Ulfen''' Gorumites who are descended from a long dead ancient clan of '''Giant''' warriors. Whatever his clans goals of the past maybe are irrelevant as the clan is currently led by Isgram's grandfather, '''Logiram''', an experienced and ruthless warlord. Logiram is a devout follower of the "might makes right" philosophy. A phrase he believes is the only way that the clan will triumph through the '''Apocalypse'''. This mantra he would ingrain into his sons, '''Ysmir''' and '''Talos''' who in turn pass it on to their own children, Isgram's cousin '''Ralof''', his sister '''Frijosa''', and Isgram himself. From a young age, he was trained to slay the enemies of his clan without hesitation or mercy. However over the years, he felt no sense of satisfaction or accomplishment in this approach to combat, seeing it nothing but as mindless bloodshed and believing that there had to be something more to being a Gorumite. This would often lead to arguments with his clan, much to his grandfather's dismay. The arguments would reach a new level on the day of Gorum's death.		Isgram comes from a family of hardened '''Ulfen''' Gorumites who are descended from a long dead ancient clan of '''Giant''' warriors. Whatever his clans goals of the past maybe are irrelevant as the clan is currently led by Isgram's grandfather, '''Logiram''', an experienced and ruthless warlord. Logiram is a devout follower of the "might makes right" philosophy. A phrase he believes is the only way that the clan will triumph through the '''Apocalypse'''. This mantra he would ingrain into his sons, '''Ysmir''' and '''Talos''' who in turn pass it on to their own children, Isgram's cousin '''Ralof''', his sister '''Frijosa''', and Isgram himself. From a young age, he was trained to slay the enemies of his clan without hesitation or mercy. However over the years, he felt no sense of satisfaction or accomplishment in this approach to combat, seeing it nothing but as mindless bloodshed and believing that there had to be something more to being a Gorumite. This would often lead to arguments with his clan, much to his grandfather's dismay. The arguments would reach a new level on the day of Gorum's death.

	After the Lord in Iron's death, Logiram became determined to lead his clan to glory in a new age of violent conquest, intending to become a symbol of might and fear to all warriors of all lands. In the aftermath, Isgram's father had succumbed to nihilism and was swiftly killed by Frijosa for his weakness. In that moment, Isgram abandoned his grandfather's philosophy and began studying more about his ancient ancestors. In doing so he learned that they were a clan that once held prided themselves on their honor, dignity, and wisdom gained through noble and meaningful combat, rather than just violence and conquest. With this knowledge, Isgram pleaded to his remaining clan members that they should instead use their skills to help guide other warriors on a more positive trajectory based on self-growth through honing the mind, body, and spirit. Ralof scoffed and challenged him for his supposed betrayal. The duel commenced and despite showing mercy to his cousin, Isgram was forced to kill him. Outraged, Logiram banished his grandson and gave him the shunned title of '''"Múspel"''', destroyer in the ~~Jotun~~ language, believing that his way would destroy the clan's entire history. Since Isgram had won the duel, his grandfather begrudgingly gave him a disgraced exile but also told him that should any '''Frostcrown''' soldiers or clan members see him out in the world, he is to be seen as an enemy.		After the Lord in Iron's death, Logiram became determined to lead his clan to glory in a new age of violent conquest, intending to become a symbol of might and fear to all warriors of all lands. In the aftermath, Isgram's father had succumbed to nihilism and was swiftly killed by Frijosa for his weakness. In that moment, Isgram abandoned his grandfather's philosophy and began studying more about his ancient ancestors. In doing so he learned that they were a clan that once held prided themselves on their honor, dignity, and wisdom gained through noble and meaningful combat, rather than just violence and conquest. With this knowledge, Isgram pleaded to his remaining clan members that they should instead use their skills to help guide other warriors on a more positive trajectory based on self-growth through honing the mind, body, and spirit. Ralof scoffed and challenged him for his supposed betrayal. The duel commenced and despite showing mercy to his cousin, Isgram was forced to kill him. Outraged, Logiram banished his grandson and gave him the shunned title of '''"Múspel"''', destroyer in the '''Jötun''' language, believing that his way would destroy the clan's entire history. Since Isgram had won the duel, his grandfather begrudgingly gave him a disgraced exile but also told him that should any '''Frostcrown''' soldiers or clan members see him out in the world, he is to be seen as an enemy.

	With newfound resolve, Isgram left his clan behind, aiming to improve himself and atone for his past action, he hopes to one day challenge his grandfather and change his clan for the better.		With newfound resolve, Isgram left his clan behind, aiming to improve himself and atone for his past action, he hopes to one day challenge his grandfather and change his clan for the better.

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	~~{{db-author}}~~		#REDIRECT [[Mahra Flamewalker]]
	~~{{Infobox Associate~~
	~~\| name =~~ Mahra Flamewalker
	~~\| image = [[File:Mahra_Flamewalker.png\|300px\|frameless\|center~~]]
	~~\| class = Animist~~
	~~\| occupation = Priestess/Shaman of Mahja Firehair~~
	~~\| tier_of_play = Trainee~~
	~~\| ancestry = Human~~
	~~\| heritage = Dromaar~~
	~~\| pronouns = She/Her~~
	~~\| age = 23~~
	~~\| height = 167cm (5'6")~~
	~~\| partner = none~~
	~~\| relatives = none (deceased)~~
	~~\| status =~~
	~~\| player = Evan~~
	}}

	~~For most, figuring out their purpose in life is a major goal. For Mahra this was never a concern as she was born to serve a specific purpose in her clan.~~

	Before her birth, Mahra's clan had no one to perform the rites of the clan, the last shaman having died of old age. With tradition dictating that the clan Shaman be born of one with divine power flowing in their blood, Mahra's father, the leader of the clan, traveled to the nearby human settlement and recruited a priestess of Sarenrae for help. Together, Mahra was born.

	Mahra was raised in the clan to serve as its spiritual leader. She excelled at this but also was born with the power to sense and interact with the spirits around her. This was a rare talent within the clan and Mahra was encouraged to follow this path; thus, she became an animist. However, recognizing her dedication to the clan Mahja Firehair blessed her as well (Blessed one Archetype). The rest of Mahra's childhood was filled with training for her eventual duties to the clan. However, fate was not on her side. While in seclusion performing her final purification rituals before assuming her duties, the worst happened and the collapse struck her clan. She emerged from the cave from her seclusion only to find her entire clan had been destroyed, no trace of them remaining.

	Mahra searched for her clan for a while, but after finding nothing, she decided to move forward. She began wandering, spreading the teachings of Mahja and helping those she came across. Many needed the help of priestess after all. From funeral rights, to healing the injured, she performed her duties, but felt the miss of her clan, of a community to be a part of. Mahja's teachings involve devoting oneself to supporting their community and this was the one thing she was unable to do. As such, when she heard of a town that had been reclaimed and was doing exactly that, she began heading there. Eventually she made her way to Onadbyr. Upon arriving, she learned that the town even had a batch of salmon transplanted to the town and were now thriving. With Mahja's divine animal being the salmon, to Mahra it seemed almost like divine providence, and now seeks to do everything she can to improve the new community she has found after long last.