Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Impending Pursuit Q&A » Eudaimonia » Loot! » Natural Kinds » I have a funny idea » Life in the 21st century. » Song of the Runes » Plato’s Beard » Clues » Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library »

Players Wanted: Hellboy characters » 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) »

0
followers
follow

Cralix Grey

"The world gets rid of our humanities? It is not soft, to be considerate."

0 · 289 views · located in Warhammer

a character in “Life in Bretonnia”, as played by CussingChild

Description

Name: Cralix Grey
Nicknames/Alias: The Unbowed
Age: 24
Race: Human.

Title: Knight of the Realm.

Appearance: A battle hardened young man of 6'2" and weighing about 186 pounds. His body is covered in lean muscle and various scars. There is a boyish charm about his face, and his hair is shaggy for the most part and crudely cut. It hangs in his face, unkempt and dark brown. His eyes are deep, dark green. His nose is the slightest bit crooked, having never set completely right after being broken. He's a modestly handsome man.

Personality: Cralix is kind at heart. He has a strong morale standing and believes in doing what he considers right. He values respect, honour, and courage above everything. He's a loyal friend, and a great man to his people. He's indifferent to the court. Despite all this, dark times in his life have left him fragile to anger, that deeply influences some of his biggest mistakes. He refuses to take any one trying to push him around, may it be verbally, physically, he'll rise to the challenge. His will and determination ultimatley allow him to strive to do impossible things, and shine in combat. He's a man of manners and poise. He has a dark side however. As he delves into the new concept of being the "good guy" in a world of bad people blessed by the Lady. He loses his faith and turns to Nurgle. This brings about slight instability and confusion in his life.

Heraldry: A black star, the one that makes the avatar picture. Surrounded by a white shroud.

Family: He has no family. His father has died.
Equipment: He carries a dagger at his belt and two swords of medium length. The blade being about 20 inches on them both. Lastly, a spear. He wears a mix of clothe, leather and plate as armour. He wears a mask and hood, strange as it may seem it's so that to the enemy on the battlefield he's just another knight. It gives his soldiers a sense of equality on the battlefield, he requires they wear masks and hoods as well.
Image

Tournament apparel: For tournaments he wears his father's old full plate mail. It's of simple detail, hardy, but battered and scratched steel with his heraldry on the chest. Jousting, a simple lance. Melee he wields his two swords.

Casual apparel: He wears a doublet with a hood, trousers, and leather boots, usually.

Mount: Large brown war horse.
Lands: The castle is set in a valley surrounded by a low mountainous region. It has forests and land fertile enough for farming. With various creeks splitting the land.

Gold: 1,000 gold pieces.

Castle: Simple Keep with palisade wall.

Village: His father before him had already built a tavern.

Popularity: A man of the commoners.

Important figures: Cralix gives his village a representative in his own personal court. A man by the name of Trai.

History: Cralix's father had been a weak knight and ruler of his people. He was a man of war and had, had Colten training from an extremely young age. While Cralix loved his father, he felt he couldn't take that life. He left home at the age of 14. He fell in with brigands and bandits. Honed his skills, he spent many years in the mountains fighting creatures and soldiers alike. When suddenly he caught word of mouth from passing travelers that his father had died. He left the mountains to find the lands in disrepair. He decided to rise, to take his responsibilities. Upon returning he was shocked at the state of the people. He lost faith in his God and turned to Nurgle for guidance.

Extra: Small band of brigands fight for Cralix.

So begins...

Cralix Grey's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Breeze
Duke Byron


The Duke arrived at the gate a little later the the rest of the knights who had already mounted up. If he had to estimate, he would say there was at least thirty fully armored knights, and he had already set his servants to counting the knights that had come already. He would compare the numbers to ensure they matched up, and if they did not, may the Lady have mercy on those that shrank from their duties because they would receive none from him. A servant rushed forward with a sword cradled in his arms and wasted little time in wrapping the blade around the Dukes waist. The blade was not the old one he had used during the Melee, but the blade of Lyonesse, the blade of the Dukes that came before him. Incredibly old, so much so that it was unknown just how old the blade was, but if the runes on the hilt of the blade were any indication the dwarves had some hand in its creation which was interesting in itself as the dwarves rarely made swords, and when they did so, it was normally for humans.

The Duke waited patiently as the servant finished his task of arming him, and he walked out the gate to see his one true love standing in the field, Ajax. The beautiful white Pegasus stood with its head held high purposely ignoring the peasant who held his reins. The white pegasus (As all bretonnian Pegasuses were white) had numerous scars the stood out against its pearl white coat. He's left eye had a long scar over it, and had long since been closed to ensure infection did not get into it. The duke had fought side by side with Ajax for over twenty years now, and there was none other that the Duke trusted more then Ajax who had once fought off a very large orc warlord as he protected his rider who had fell to wounds... Needless to say, the Duke survived that day because Ajax defended him and even gave up his eye for him.

Pegasuses were far more loyal, intelligent, and powerful then your standard horses, not to mention the fact of wings. Few in Bretonnia knew the thrill of flight as the Duke did. At the moment, Ajax's massive wings were tucked to his sides to make it easier for the Duke to mount up as he rode bareback with only a rein to help him tell Ajax where he wanted to go. Ajax had never liked saddles... and the duke never wished to force it upon him. One did not ride a Pegasus, one was chosen. If a Pegasus did not like the smell of you, you would never ride it. No matter how hard you tried to break it, it would never let you ride such was the stubbornness of the Pegasus. A final servant appeared and held up the Dukes lance, the end of it fashioned with a large metal spike.

"We ride!" He shouted to the men, some of which shouted back and others merely raised their lances in salute, and off they went the column of knights trotting down the road. The Duke made sure to keep himself on the ground even though he could feel Ajax's muscles tense with the desire to jump into the sky. He would stay on the ground for a bit to allow the knights to say what they would, get their nerves settled and such, before he took flight which would help them in securing the barbarians position.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Breeze
Duke and Company


The Duke would not go so far as to say Rupert was honorable if anything he saw at the hall suggested anything it was that he was coward easily frightened, but he was a knight nonetheless, a knight that was at an event in his lands. It was his duty to ensure the safety of his guest, and for someone to disrespect himself and the customs of bretonnia in such a way was unforgivable. There was no excuses for such actions. "Comes obediently? You assume I would allow him the chance to surrender." Duke Byron said easily to the knight. He was not quite sure yet as to what he wished to do. He could kill him in the field, bring him back for a public execution, or leave him to rot in a dungeon somewhere.

A public execution would most likely be best, it helped to remind the peasants of their place. If a knight's life could be forfeited so easily, it would leave little doubt about their own. "Alive if possible. I want him made into an example of what dishonor brings. No knight is above such things." He said, "But should he die, I will not weep his loss." the Duke finished. He had little doubt that the instructions would get passed along in short order. The young knights, the Knight Errants of which many were only 14-15 were nervous, he was an old enough campaigner to know that without needing to look. Most of the Knight of the Realms would not be as this was just another skirmish that will end in the slaughter of dirty Norsemen. The Questing knights would especially have no qualms. Fighting was their life since they took the Questing Vow, and then there was Tristan. He had spotted the Grail knight on his ride out, and was glad he joined.

As a Grail Knight, he was not sworn to Byron's service, and the Duke was not quite sure why he had come, but his presence would calm the younger knights who were nervous, and calm the more impetuous young knights as well.

"Sir Tristan." The Duke said not looking back, but he did not need to as the answer came immediately, "Yes?" Tristan inquired, "You are in command until my return." The duke patted Ajax's flank, and he galloped ahead before shooting out his mighty wings and beat them once sending both the duke and the pegasus soaring into the air. The rush of air against his face was the same as ever, yet it was never something one grew tired of.

Using Ajax, he covered the ground rapidly, and left the others behind as he scanned the grounds below for the barbarian and his ruffians. The Duke urged Ajax on, and they flew in a great circle examining the land from different angles, and then he spotted them. In truth it was not so hard as 10 horses tend to stand out. Perched on top of a cliff they waited, he guess that somehow the barbarian knew they were coming already as his men were not dismounted and breaking camp, but instead already mounted. Such things only cemented the barbarians guilt in his mind.

Turning his mount, he flew back to the column of knights and let Ajax take him in for a landing ending with a soft trot to meet the knights before Ajax returned to his quick trot to return themselves to the front, "The barbarian seeks to ambush us! Should they attack, kill all his men! But leave the barbarian alive! He will get to watch his men die, such is the crime of treachery!"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Breeze
The Duke and Company

The sound of some man behind him, made the duke turn his head. Implore him to be cautious, who in the warp was this guy? He was one of the knights, but Duke Byron couldn't put a name to the.. hood? Odd, but he had bigger barbarians to fry. The men's horse began to fidget tired of waiting, and the knights themselves wanted to hurry up and extract vengeance and then return to the festivities. Killing barbarians for the Lady was a sign of a good year to come, the younger knights were eager as ever to show the elder knights their stuff.

"Then hold your tongue in silence." The Duke said, "Why would a man run from a city right after the crime was committed? Why would he lie in wait for us? Why would he be willing to fight if he is innocent? Because he is not innocent. He is guilty, he had his chance to surrender, and obviously he chose to fight. Only a fool would chose to fight a battle in an attempt to prove his innocence." The duke pulled the reins and began the walk around the ridge to where the land would be more level. It would be beyond foolish to charge straight up the face of the ridge. It was a fairly short and uneventful ride, but it usually was. The calm before the storm. The breath before the plunge, he could already fill the vigor filling his arms and the adrenaline start to ebb into his body.

Once they reached the edge of the ridge, they could spot the band of norse barbarians up ahead on the raised hill. The duke began to shout at the knights to form up. The opponent was too small a force for the lance or wedge formation to be needed, so he ordered a double line formation. 15 long and 2 deep. It would keep the horses from getting in the way. He rode up and down the line examining the knights... one last time before the charge. He may never see some of them again, but they would die well for battle is the only place for a knight to die.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
There wasn't much talk while the knights rode. Henry mainly thought about how the Norse would fight, he had never fought them before but he wouldn't think them any smarter than the greenskinned monsters that had killed his father. Eventually someone called, "Theere they are!" Pointing at a small group of horsemen on top of a hill, quickly followed by orders of making a two by fifteen where Henry found himself closer to the left flank than the center.

"Curses, they have prepared this," Henry spat on the ground as they advanced, knowing that holding the higher grounds could be an ace in any battle.
"We outnumber them three to one. They may be fierce, but we have all been riding horses before they had hair on their shafts," the knight next to Henry commented. "Let them come. Our ranks will close in on them like a bear trap. They have doom themselves."
Henry couldn't help but to smile fiendishly when he heard that. With his spear lowered, he prepared for a charge.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Bjorn Steelheart Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keren Chaikin Character Portrait: Alexander Lancaster Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Damien Le Mort
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
Bruce dug his heels into the side of his horse, sending it charging. His spear was leveled and his eyes were set on one of the Norse, though if he had known how these men fought, he would have given it a second thought.
Doing just as he would during a joust, Henry aimed his spear for the Norseman’s chest but he brought up his shield and Henry’s spear broke. He rode on and turned his horse as he drew out his longsword, though the other knights were already engaging with the barbarians.

He hesitated. “Lady of the Lake,” he muttered as he saw the fighting. Bones broke, armor was torn apart and the younger knights fell like flies as they attacked the Nosemen. Every Norse must be aiming to drag at least three others with him, for Henry had never seen such martial skills combined with the ferocity of greenskinned monsters.
Again he rode towards the fray, but this time he rode with a cold, calculating mind. A rider-less horse whined and backed out of the fray, and Henry rode in, his sword stabbing out after the mans’ torso, yet he parried as if it was nothing more than a mere nuisance and returned the attack, his axe bit down in his right deltoid.
He dropped the sword and pulled his reins, desperately trying to escape from the battle and then… An explosion.

Henry opened his eyes there was dirt in his mouth, his left eye stung and his left deltoid burned from the wound. “What happened?” was all he could squeeze out of his mouth as he staggered back to his feet. He felt sore and beat as he looked around the battlefield for his horse and sword. Just by looking at the dead bodies and the charred bodies did Henry conclude that they had won, but at a high cost.
While he searched he couldn’t get his mind off how brutal a battle it had been, the Norse had turned the whole field into a slaughter ground.

Why have such filth even been permitted to walk these lands without chains around their feet and necks? Henry thought as he picked up his sword. Peasants have risen to knighthood. Barbarians knighted because of their so-called deeds. What is becoming of Bretonnia?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Henry de Hemillion Character Portrait: Cralix Grey Character Portrait: Populace of Bretonnia
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
Heny found his horse again. After Henry had fallen off, he had continued to run in fear, and eventually returned, a sign of loyalty if you asked Henry. He padded the horse and got back up on it and started to ride back to the battlefield and surveyed the damage. I still can't believe they killed so many. We outnumbered them two to one and yet still they bested us, how could it be?
His attention was then diverted as he saw a man wave for him, Wait, does he expect me to do a squire's job? Henry thought as he looked closer. Yet, I suppose that I could kill some time helping the less fortunate.

He then rode over to the man who had waved, mentally preparing himself for the dirty work he had to get done. "Right, what do you - " Henry said, trailing off as he saw who it was that laid on the ground. "My duke!" Henry called as he realized who it was that was saddled in front of him. "Hell's bells, he needs a healer," Henry said, stating the obvious. "Let me, my horse isn't wounded nor winded. I'll see to it that he's treated." He grabbed hold of the reins and began to lead the horse back towards the tournament, finding a quick, yet safe, pace was hard as he could tell the Duke was in discomfort whenever a bump appeared or his body was forced to move too much.