The Revenant
New
Not many men have the chance to take another breath after several hundred years without.
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: Anybody's guess.
Physical Description: What appears to be an empty hood and set of armour, The Revenant is physically slim, but very tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields no weapon but the scythe he carries with him in all places. Capable of blocking most all projectile magical blasts, it is also enchanted to never dull, or shatter. He uses it to great effect, being capable of overwhelming many, many enemies at once.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 18:25:09 GMT -8
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Post by The Revenant on Mar 4, 2016 2:51:40 GMT -8
The Revenant was not expected.
He had not been seen in many years. In fact, nobody thought they would ever see him again.
How wrong they were.
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He leapt out of the shadows behind one of the Goraian contingents, his glowing scythe slicing down through the closest's shoulderblade. The cutting edge of the weapon was so sharp it split through the flesh and blood like waving one's hand through the air. He spun the haft of his scythe across his body in his leading hand to block the swing of another soldier while summoning a handful of shadow-knives that he flung at her, raking across her chest and puncturing the armour, burying themselves in her chest before dissolving.
He then swung the scythe low, between the calfs of his next target, before flicking the blade up, hooking the man's armour under the chest piece. He then tugged on the stage of his weapon, pulling the soldier towards him, and as he approached, he kicked him, low.
It hurt.
He then moved onwards, sprinting effortlessly across the ground in his long robes until he reached a wall, leaping into it and dissolving into shadow.
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 4, 2016 8:57:54 GMT -8
New Brimiarde's resistance troops tend to fall back from the river more than fight at it--as the strength of Goraia's invasion was spearheaded towards the city's northwest where the river Ithapur meandered through the settlement, the Resistance opted to take the opposing side, forming a more solid battle line in a terrain in which such was difficult to define. By drawing such a line the city had become almost segmented into two halves, one of which Goraians began to control, the other of which became too condensed with the rebel side for them attack as easily. Forces had thus been consolidated, making a further assault on the city's remaining districts even more suicidal than before. They also conserved their numbers, rather than losing a disproportionate amount of troops to a Goraian offensive. Arrows were shot from rooftops, as constant ambushes continued to threaten their cohesion. With the rebel forces hunkered down, they remained most vulnerable to the siege equipment that was leveling their side of town, but numerous cellars and rubble itself became cover as they essentially had no where else to go. New Brimiarde's resistance, it seemed, had consolidated but was trapped.
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The Lavorin
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: ?
Physical Description: The Lavorin is a great black and red dragon, at approximately twenty meters tall, fire commonly erupting from its blackened snout. Its eyes glowed red, its scales like onyx plates with sharp edges.
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
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Post by The Lavorin on Mar 4, 2016 9:19:04 GMT -8
The Lavorin keeps its back to her throughout the tussle, shoving off of its immensely powerful legs as its huge wings brought it to flight. Its slick onyx scales were difficult to keep hold of, and it would quickly fly upwards. A tremendous roar accompanies its take-off... energies continued to draw towards its massive form, as its glowing red eyes stared down the rebel section of town.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 9:24:29 GMT -8
Freyja pursues, continually keeping pace with his draw, preventing too much mana from leaving the leylines. She begins to charge her breath attack for another strike as she rockets upward, aiming to slam into the Lavorin's underbelly with her pointed horns. Meanwhile, those balls of mana continue to grow in size, almost blinding in their brightness.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 4, 2016 9:27:42 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Morgana's crack team, Kazekaza, Wedge, and Lamina were far behind the attack lines that spearheaded the blocks around the river. Kazekaza walked swiftly, his boots clunking along the cobbled stones in quick intervals, catching up with Wedge and Lamina who were just slightly ahead of him. Battles began to erupt in the streets ahead. "Oh, ho! It missed!" He called after the dragon had already tumbled. One great bridge connected the small district that existed on the other side of the river with the city proper. Freyja had succeeded in deterring their attack on the bridge, so another plan came into play. While far enough back from the anti-magic beam that radiated from Morgana's team, he turned to the girl. "That bridge! Take it out!!!"
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 9:31:27 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Morgana's crack team, Kazekaza, Wedge, and Lamina were far behind the attack lines that spearheaded the blocks around the river. Kazekaza walked swiftly, his boots clunking along the cobbled stones in quick intervals, catching up with Wedge and Lamina who were just slightly ahead of him. Battles began to erupt in the streets ahead. "Oh, ho! It missed!" He called after the dragon had already tumbled. One great bridge connected the small district that existed on the other side of the river with the city proper. Freyja had succeeded in deterring their attack on the bridge, so another plan came into play. While far enough back from the anti-magic beam that radiated from Morgana's team, he turned to the girl. "That bridge! Take it out!!!" (Came out of the alleys on their right flank. Sorry, dude, you don't get to ignore me)
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 10:05:54 GMT -8
(This map has been drawn in accordance with all of the observed battle movements, and while it is unsure where exactly Morgana's team would be, there aren't exactly "flanks" that she could attack. Morgana's team would have to fight their way into the heart of Goraian control. The Goraian force had spearheaded an assault up the river, while the rebel forces withdrew and counterbalanced with a consolidation to the remaining districts. These districts are under bombardment. Council of Medan, please "like" this post before we proceed, in order to best maintain the correct mental imagery of the battlespace.) Morgana would find no flanks to attack. Popping out of an alleyway along the battle lines formed beyond the river would result in interception--main avenues ran along the river, which were not patrolled in a manner that made them easy to cross undetected. Her and her team would run into a Goraian patrol regardless of the angle they approached, and would probably end up in a prolonged melee if they continued. The scorpions that had advanced with the Goraians along the main avenue in the center of the city would be rendered inert, as the spearmen wall had intercepted their formation before they could fire. The line stalemated, and the bloody battle continued as Goraian troops continued to filter into the city. The artillery continued the bombardment of the rebel districts. The Revenant would meet stout resistance to it's Assassin's Creed-like assault. The Goraian troops would not prove so incompetent, and as he swung at the calves of one of the troops, taking him down, three more dove at his back, attempting to drive their swords into him with a relentless tackle. The wall would not be so easily reached on the Goraian side of the city, though if fighting around the battle lines, the rebel side of the wall might have been accessible and with enough of an awkward struggle he may be able to withdraw to the shadows.
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 4, 2016 10:11:25 GMT -8
Wedge went for the battle line. Kazekaza had taken authority of Lamina again, and it was his duty to fight the counter-attacks to their surge line. Sword drawn, he went into the fray, eventually coming face to face with a skirmish involving Morgana's team.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
https://40.media.tumblr.com/651d23fa0877fe8efdcee993d54ceb13/tumblr_n0vgc6dUer1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 4, 2016 10:12:33 GMT -8
Just as planned. That magic quarry of hers slips down a side street with some petty warrior, and Morgana gives a hungry grin. Morgana knows these streets like the back of her hand, and with the signs switched about, the men leading her prey will likely be caught wandering in circles, lost in unfamiliar territory unable to rely upon their maps. Perfect. She cocks her head to the side, wordlessly indicating to her men that they should break formation. "We'll be back!" she calls out to Reynald, before her and her five shield-brothers break from the first rank, six spearmen converging to take their place. The woman leads the men down a narrow alleyway, and Morgana focuses on the unique magical aura the girl had put out. Close. Very close. Ten meters...five...any resistance is torn to shreds by the elite troops. The narrow alleys would be far too dangerous for the hoard of Goraians, and their small squadrons are poorly trained to deal with Morgana's shield brothers. They had played right into her hands. See: the bit pertaining to small squads.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 10:17:50 GMT -8
(Yeah, you're making stuff up. Just because it was typed, doesn't mean it's feasible. You can't just "auto-kill" our troops like that. Auto-hits still count against NPCs. We will wait for the opposition, Council of Medan, to approve of our map before we proceed.)
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 10:19:24 GMT -8
(Not my fault you didn't contest it earlier)
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 10:38:53 GMT -8
"AH!" She screamed, ducked, and covered her ears when the crash brought rocks down from the ceiling, stirring dust making them very aware of how small, squishy, and mortal they were climbing through this passage beneath the kinds of ground-shattering forces that were at work above. Not being able to see what was going on made her feel very claustrophobic, and she was glad they were almost to the end... even if it meant facing more of the unknown. They arrived at a door. Light and the sound of rippling waves could be heard from the other side. A single potion sat upon an old, oaken table. "Drink this. Invisibility. It's the only one," he said. He opened the door, and it led to a small platform at the inside base of the New Brimiarde bridge. The platform was only a few feet above the water and had an old, rickety boat tied to it. " GO!"He cuts the rope that held the boat with his sword. Hopefully, she knows to have drank the potion and hopped on the boat. Hopefully mistaken as a piece of flotsam or a stray boat, the invisible Keizhi could slip down the river current and out of the walls, past the Goraian invaders. He kicks the boat with a shove downstream if she gets on. It was their one and only hope.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 11:11:45 GMT -8
(Alright, conceded, we're still a ways away, but the antimagic pulse has still hit. Compromise reached?)
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 4, 2016 11:26:00 GMT -8
Kazekaza tries to lob his spell at the bridge, which they stood very close to. Yet it fizzled out--an anti-magic pulse approximately two blocks away had just barely reached the bridge. He knew what this meant, that Lamina would become dazed and confused and suddenly be surrounded by a bunch of Goraian soldiers. "Tackle the girl! PIN HER DOWN! NOW!" He knew it would take quite a bit of time for anyone who had arrived to attack them (while Kazekaza had Lamina in the vicinity, he thought of himself as their target) would be hard-pressed to get behind the battle lines any time soon. Goraians continued to reinforce their spearhead as the two ships drew even nearer...
Three soldiers closed in on Lamina, swords drawn and raised, two from her fore and one from behind.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 11:58:28 GMT -8
Lamina's slave crown was suddenly disabled by the fringe end of the antimagic blast that had come from a relatively far-away distance. As such it was powerful, projected by the combined forces of several magical nullification artifacts, and succeeded in disarming the crown upon her head. She shook her head furiously, trying to rid herself of the crown that was tightly upon her head. Yet she couldn't go for it with her hands--they had to bring her blades to bear, as she stepped nimbly to the left towards the river, so that all three of those soldiers who advanced immediately at her were within her line of sight. Either blade, expertly carbonized and polished steel, rose to hover horizontally, the right before her chest and the left before her naval.
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 4, 2016 12:27:44 GMT -8
The Resistance troops were beginning to slow down. The artillery attacks were proving to be too much on their neighborhoods, and while they did well in holding off the more elite Goraian force, they were also trapped within their own walls. Slowly but surely, blocks would falter, as reinforcements and supplies to the line had been disrupted by buildings collapsing and widespread fires. The naval ships arriving would meet no resistance, and so their appearance at all was shattering to the morale of the people trapped in their districts, provided they could see them at all. Talk began of giving up their weapons, as death was worse than the potential for amnesty or escape from the prison system. It was becoming more difficult to keep them all together.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 12:39:54 GMT -8
The onslaught continued as the status quo forced the rebels into a predicament. On the waterfront, Morgana and her troops would have to join the increasingly bloody wall of fighters, who clashed in lines that had become a conventional battle of an unconventional scenario. Morgana and her troops were highly competent; the Goraians would have a difficult time striking them down, and while heavily armored, slowly they'd fall, though only to be reinforced from the rear. The soldier to Lamina's right dashed in with a cut to her right kidney, as the one in the center began arcing around her right flank to get behind her. The soldier on Lamina's left went to whip her in the head with the flat of his sword. Together, while brutal, a successful takedown could be nonlethal and result in wounding only, so that she could be recaptured. Forming a ring around the three troops who attacked Lamina, Lamina herself, and her master of moments ago, Kazekaza, few actually dared intervene, with five swords already threatening to swing out of control.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 12:46:54 GMT -8
Destrin was in trouble. He had emerged from a door at the base of the bridge and would be seen by Goraian troops. He was effectively behind enemy lines and faced innumerable opponents if he did not retreat back down through the tunnel.
That's not what he did. Seeing the huge force of Goraian troops attempting to ring around Lamina and surround her self-defensive battle, he leaped into the fray with his rapier. While not a military weapon by any means, he was an excellent swordsman, and the death or disarmament of at least one Goraian soldier would provide him access to a more robust blade. This, and disturbing the ring of troops from enclosing Lamina, was his objective.
"LAMINA!!!"
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 12:54:53 GMT -8
Morgana and her troops expertly push back the troops before them, spears lashing out at the Goraian troops with righteous fervour. While the going is tough, her men are trained to be tireless fighters and work in perfect cohesion, wheeling around to keep their backs toward unoccupied territory as they push through the Goraian ranks, aiming to liberate Lamina and kill the general if possible.
During the battle, while her men remain quiet and efficient, Morgana hurls taunts and insults with every thrust of her spear. Whether it goads the Goraians into attack or simply demoralises them a bit, it'll have worked to her advantage.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 13:06:10 GMT -8
Rather than staying to fight them all, Lamina brings her mortuary sword to bear, its expertly honed point dipping in a slight lower angle, its razor foible slated to intercept the Goraian's attack at his left elbow, where armor tended to be weak or nonexistent. To strike at the girl's right kidney required quite a lean forward on behalf of the attacking soldier. Lamina reciprocated this lean with a step inward, bringing her dangerously close to her assailant, where the sharp point of her hooksword's bladed hilt angled inward, slamming into the Goraian before her and shooting for the leaned forward neck. The one that had attacked her head with the baseball-bat like swing would miss as she stepped forward, leaning forward just slightly enough to bring her practically face to face with her foe. His blade would soar overhead with a whoosh, even as the third attacker still circled his way around to the rear. Should she be successful in slaying or wounding the opponent in front of her, she'd dash around his body as quickly as possible and join Destrin, the stranger who had suddenly arrived to help maintain an opening. She'd run for the bridge.
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