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Eddrick Brodon
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Okay, going on Peg's totals, and multiplying by 3 accounts.
We have 200+ points at TopSite = 3
plus 500+ at RPGfix, which = 9, that is a total of 12.
for 3 accounts that makes 36 points for votes.

Malt then has:
Review of 9880-word thread for 35 points.
Review of 1555-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 1836-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 1637-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 1621-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 1585-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 2071-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 2512-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 4828-word thread for 20 points.
Review of 3272-word thread for 15 points.
Review of 2272-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 3941-word thread for 15 points.
Review of 1358-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 27,151-word thread for 85 points.
Review of 1504-word thread for 10 points.
Review of 5825-word thread for 20 points.

All together, votes and review points, it is 326 points. :D






To those that follow, or find this beside a corpse...
It is most likely my own corpse. But if not, then it is a thief and he deserved it.
Even if the leather is red it will not confirm anything, as both myself and those that seek my end wear the same red armor.
They call me deserter and traitor...
I call them villains and monsters.
More than anything I seek to itemize those flawed beliefs that are the result of their indoctrination, to separate them from those that are due to my own failings as a human.
Somehow, my own flaws are easier to bear.

Well, time for my seasonal request for a Rhakrii PB-based NPC purchase. 8-)
This is to be a 400 Bank Point NPC in The Rhakrii Raiders. This will drop my account total to 1095'
This, in turn, will raise the Rhakrii's renown to 1248 (Eddrick's 198 + the 1050 for 3 NPC's @350 each), putting them into the "Locally Renowned" status.
This activates the -20% faction material costs, but still has them 2 points short of the 6-NPC limit. :x

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Name: Daireen Togrith (Denome - "Eternal Jewel")
Rank: Sub-chief of Supply, Rhakrii Blacksmith
Age / Race: 26-arc-old Yludih

Renown: 350

Skills:
Mining - 50 / Smithing - 50 / Bludgeon (1-handed Maul) - 45
Woodworking - 45 / Strength - 35 / Unarmed Combat (Gauntlet) - 35
Engineering - 35 / Endurance - 30 / Mount (Horse) - 25



Back Story

Did ever a story of a Yludih wanderer not originate with persecution and oppression? To the east of Luesco's Wall, sits the comparatively placid lands of the Belmar nomadic tribe. A father and daughter wandered into their lands arcs ago, bringing with them the benefits of mining and smithing knowledge. The nearby mountains of the Wall provided ample opportunity to display their combined efficiency in both skills and they were both soon accepted. It could also be said that it marked their presence.

It did not take long for it to become known that the Belmars were outfitted with gear that was a cut above the usual nomadic fare. At that time, Nashaki still controlled the area, though the Eternal Empire had begun to encroach ever further down from the north. Believing that their wife and mother now rested in Uleuda, having long since "unlocked the gates" to the Yludih spiritual home, Denome and her father wanted only to live productive and appreciated lives until they joined her.

Little did they know that the woman they loved was not dead from the world, but a captive of Nashaki. She was not initially a cog in any major intelligence plans, but the realization that her loved ones were likely to have been absorbed into the Belmars changed all this. The Belmars came under attack and Denome's father was captured as well. The father was now told of his wife's captivity and the two were played off against each other; both being used as a hostage against the others' cooperation.

Their natural skills were exploited for spying and impersonation to gather military intelligence against the forces of the encroaching Imperials. Denome escaped from the area as it was changing hands into Imperial control and one particularly dark night she was seen traveling in the desert lands by a squad of Rhakrii Raiders, led by Eddrick himself. He often set out with his men on such nights to capitalize on the most effective use of his Night Glow spyglass. The odd property of the gem, which allowed everything seen through it as if it was broad daylight, did not change the reality of how darkness reveals a Yludih for the race they are.

Though it was not the sort of thing Eddrick was looking for at the time, he saw her stumbling and crawling through the dark and could see that she was a Yludih. He approached her the next dawn with a flag of truce and an offer of membership in his ranks. When she gave a false name, a human name, Eddrick did not challenge it and offered her food and water. Being on the verge of dehydration and starvation, Denome, now calling herself Daireen Togrith, was astounded to see such a need provided for with no reciprocal demand.

She asked tentatively if she could be granted sanctuary on a temporary basis. The bandit regretfully informed her that he could not give such freedom of movement within their stronghold to someone who might then take their leave with the information they could gather during their stay. She could not deny the logic of this and thanked him for the food. Eddrick compounded his generosity by offering her a ride to the lands of the Corvain tribe to the east of the Rhakrii holdings.

On the way there, several exchanges of small talk prompted her to confess her mining and smithing skills, as well as allowing him to reveal that he knew she was a Yludih. She was astounded a second time to have information that would normally put her at his mercy be left unexploited. It led to a discussion of the way her parents had been used by Nashaki, which naturally led to Eddrick's own litany of suffering at their hands. Common ground was found, and Daireen reconsidered the bandit's offer.

As long as they were mutually opposed to Nashaki, there was now no reason for her to go anywhere else. She had been hoping all along to find support for her hopes of finding and rescuing her parents. When Eddrick returned from the east cycles later, with Raskalarn's blessing and a whole new level of resolve on behalf of the empire, Daireen could not have been happier. She now occupies the lieutenant position of "Sub-chief of Supply" in the Rhakriis.
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Eddrick Brodon
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PC Name: Hmmm...that's a tough one....Oh yeah! Eddrick Brodon
Age, Race & Gender: 29-arc-old human male
Profession: deserter/bandit
Purpose of Being in Nashaki: Well, I'm not actually IN Nashaki
Location, City or Hotlands: Hotlands, baby!
Likes to Thread About: Everything that is about to happen!!
Dislikes to a Thread About: Not much

Additional Comments: I look forward to being a key piece in the development of utter chaos.

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[u]Age, Race & Gender:[/u] 29-arc-old human male
[u]Profession:[/u] deserter/bandit
[u]Purpose of Being in Nashaki:[/u] Well, I'm not actually IN Nashaki
[u]Location, City or Hotlands:[/u] Hotlands, baby!
[u]Likes to Thread About:[/u] Everything that is about to happen!!
[u]Dislikes to a Thread About:[/u] Not much

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Thread Name (with link): Awakened Response
Character(s) Involved: Just solo Eddrick
Quick Summary: Some desert water-gathering techniques. And Eddrick collects an odd bone to impact the legion invasion.
He hears about the invasion and he and the bandit leader take the gang to the Hotlands Claypan.
Requested Skills: Fieldcraft, Detection, maybe some Leadership (finally...lol)
Requested Knowledge: Location: Bone Yard. Whatever else you think.
Other Notes: This is a prelude to Eddrick's arrival at the "Battle of the Hotlands Claypan: Western Front".

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The now-possessed mercenary joined Eddrick once again for a wheelbarrow walk into one of the more office-heavy parts of town. It did not take long to find an office bearing the function of accommodating those seeking to establish and confirm mercenary contracts and their details. As agreed before they left, Sovik got out and leaned against Eddrick now, to convey a facade of drunkenness. They staggered up the stairs, with Eddrick contributing the expected encouraging remarks, "There you guy, big guy....One more step....yeah, here's the door....okay, yeah....I'll get it for you....Yeah...right...step back first.....out of the way.....okay, I've got it now...No no...straight ahead." adding a few exasperated sighs for color.

He made the offer to help his friend up the inner stairs to the registry office, but did not press it when a pair of guards insisted on doing it. Waiting until Sovik had entered the room, Eddrick made eye contact with a different official-looking fellow and stated, as if just remembering, that he needed to pay a final installment on a dwelling place while he was here. He "accidentally" kicked a mostly-empty spittoon, sending it clanging and clattering loudly across the floor, as he stumbled to the desk.

Adding apology to the waning noise, he managed to effectively drown out the man's response that this desk had nothing to do with housing. The loud clump of his nel bag, and the subsequent spilling of ten or twenty's worth of coin kept up the distraction, as he dropped to a squat, cursing loudly over the follow-up insistence that this was not the housing office. He stood back up to add the retrieved coins to his bag, as he noticed the guards at the top of the stairs, outside of the registry office, looking down with sour expressions.

Now he clearly stated his intent to pay, and was just as clearly answered, for the third time, a detail that did not fail to be pointed out, that "This is not the housing office!"

Eddrick stared uncomprehendingly for a moment, then sighed angrily, "Well, then give me back my money." The man seemed only too eager to comply as he slid the bag back across the desk top. Eddrick's eyes narrowed as he delayed picking up the bag. "...ALL of it, If. You. Please..." he growled.

A loud debate over the quantity of money that had been in the bag in the first place, versus how much was there now, versus how competently either man had counted what was now spilled all over the desk ensued. Regardless of the status of the official involved, a dispute over money was taken very seriously in Yaralon. But things were compounded chaotically when it was realized Eddrick did not have a gold circle and had no business in this building in the first place. Now the guards descended in swift fashion, demanding to know what was going on.

Eddrick erupted in accusations of thievery, citing the rule as nothing more than a mechanism to deny him his rightful money. A moment later, explanations and debates aside, he and his "rightful money" were unceremoniously dumped on the stairs to roll into the street. A few spare nels were spat upon by the guards, and flicked at his face, offered as "interest". He could only hope that he'd given Sovik the time he needed to slip to a different room and examine the Hotlands War-related contracts.

Short bits after his own ejection from the premises, Sovik followed suit, having gained a few sword wounds in the process. They snarled at Eddrick to "...get him out of here or you'll get the same..."


Mercs ambled past glancing acknowledgements at him, and murmuring amused comments about his upcoming burial. Eddrick retrieved the wheelbarrow and helped the possessed body into it. A different merc passed, decorating his stride with a noteworthy double-take. "Oh, so you finally got around to winning that fight, eh, Sand Flea? Better bring the body back to the Market Square and get that recognized. There was talk of running you out of town."

When the mercenary passed by, Eddrick waited just a few trills and then advised Sovik to dispossess the body. It slumped with just a slightly more convincing "dead-weight" quality now. Sovik asked Eddrick if he'd paid the housing bill yet. The assurance that he would be doing that next was received with understandable skepticism as the bandit reminded the ghost that the act in the registry was never meant to make the actual payment; that it needed to be done in the actual Housing office.

Eddrick asked him if he'd got the information he wanted. Sovik's ghostly head tilted just a bit in assessment. "When you pay my housing bill, I will answer that."

Chuckling and nodding his head, Eddrick waved off any need for further explanation. He looked around absently, "Fair enough...So, uh....where IS the Housing office?"
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Eddrick wound his way down the twisting paths to find two of the newer men holding a woman in check. He did not recognize her, though she held forth the red cloth with the white swipe through it. There was only person he had given the "Truce cloth" to, and this girl was not her. Rules, however harsh, were in place for just such situations. This person had not been invited and now knew faces, locations, and possibly logistics that would be a liability to the Rhakriis, if she was to return to an enemy.


"Fenara, may it please you." she responded, giving a nodded steepling of her hands that spoke of a slave's instincts in protocol.
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