Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 28, 2016 9:40:16 GMT -8
Wulfenheim HallWulfenheim Hall is the personal residence of House Valgard, currently housing Jarl Aesa Jojora and her house guard, as well as her son Ralf Valgard occasionally. If you've come here, then you must be seeking an audience with the Jarl.
In times of war, Wulfenheim Hall is a very defensible castle. One of the oldest structures in Asgeir, it was built using blackstone, which was abundant in Asgeir in the past but it has since been mined out. Wulfenheim Hall has enough room to house the entire outside village, as well as any refugee farmers and villagers who might be fleeing from enemy forces. Being surrounded by farms, it has enough supplies to hold out during siege, especially given that Valland's population is quite small. A wide moat surrounds the castle, and is only accessible via drawbridge (which is usually always down).
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 10, 2016 19:32:54 GMT -8
Roy arrives in the early morning and knocks on the door.
"Hello? Is anybody home? I've got a jotun finger. I was told to bring it in and get paid. Is this the right spot?"
He shuffles his feet nervously, holding a purple parasol over his head to shield himself from the sunlight. He doesn't want to burn, after all. Hopefully the people inside will be nice.
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Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aesa Jojora is a well-built woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She lost her hand in a battle against the forces of Domrius and his Alquen military forces.
Clothes and Equipment: Aesa carries a steel sword shield; the shield is strapped around her forearm since she has no left hand.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 13:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed on Mar 11, 2016 15:29:53 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher Vera of the Celadine Grandma ) One of the two large doors at the entrance of the hall swings ajar. Roy would be able to see a large man within, armored and equipped with an assortment of swords and daggers, as well as a bow. He didn't look like a guard, he looked more like a rough mercenary. Then again, Roy wasn't exactly in a civilized place like Gauldin or Isra. "Take it to the jarlessa," the brute growled at the group. He would watch them curiously as they came inside, looking at Roy's parasol with some profound interest. The hall was quite open, like a longhall, only a little more elaborate (by Varan standards, anyway). A great large rug was sprawled across the middle of the room on the wooden floor. On top of it there sat a heavy wooden table, with wooden chairs, each one fit for a king or queen. On either side of the room, keeping it warm, were large fire pits running the length of the room; some of them had pigs roasting over the fire, and it gave the hall a warm, comfortable, hearty, and snuggly feeling. At the very back of the hall a set of wooden stairs led up to a fur-covered throne. There were many great warriors and a few powerful sages all around a single woman: Lady Aesa Jojora, Jarl of Valland, and mother of Ralf Valgard. "Good day," she called out from across the room, standing up to get a good view of her guests. "Did you bring something for me," she asked them, beckoning them to come closer. Her bright blue eyes and flowing blonde hair was evident even from a distance. Her left arm was missing its hand, and remained uncovered; a deformed nub was in its place.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 11, 2016 16:20:20 GMT -8
"Er..."
Roy looks somewhat taken aback by the whole place, but nods nervously.
"Um...yes, I have a jotun finger. We killed one yesterday."
He gestures vaguely towards Vera and Grandma, and lifts the bagged digit.
"Here you go, I guess."
Being careful not to touch the severed finger, he pulls the bag down to show her.
"Do you want it?"
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Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aesa Jojora is a well-built woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She lost her hand in a battle against the forces of Domrius and his Alquen military forces.
Clothes and Equipment: Aesa carries a steel sword shield; the shield is strapped around her forearm since she has no left hand.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 13:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed on Mar 11, 2016 17:45:04 GMT -8
( Royal Fletcher Vera of the Celadine Grandma) Aesa laughs when Roy sheepishly brings her the finger. She likes the young lad, admiring his youthful adventurism. "If you truly slayed a jotun... then congratulations." Aesa said. "Ubba," she hollered over to an older man, "get this boy and his comrades some silver. And bring the scales!" Ubba motioned for some strongmen to come with him through a nearby doorway. Aesa looked at Roy curiously. "My son, Ralf, speaks of Men of the White-Haired Clan, and Lovers of Candy. Those called the Fletchers." Aesa, standing, leaned in close to Roy and looked him in the eyes. "Are you a Fletcher, boy?" At that time, however, Ubba and his men reappeared. They had a scale and a large chest. Upon opening the chest, some silver coins of varying sizes could be seen nearly spilling out, glimmering the light of the fires. They put the finger on one scale, and as expected it titled in its direction. They then began putting silver coins on the other side. "So tell me, boy, about your kin, and your clan." While Aesa's men were getting Roy's payment ready, some of the woman fixed Roy some mead and food, gesturing for him to sit at the table.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 11, 2016 18:17:45 GMT -8
"Ehh?"
Roy blinks, surprised.
"You've heard of my family? I guess I do have a lot of relatives...and yeah, I'm a Fletcher. Roy Fletcher."
He grins happily.
"Gran is the head of the family. I dunno how many cousins I have, but I have a lot. Uncles and aunts, too. We all have white hair, and we all love chocolate...well, most of us, anyway. Want some?"
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a bar of chocolate and offers it to Aesa.
"My uncle makes it. It's really good. Most of us live down at the family estate near Medan, but Uncle Renalt lives in Isra. There's Fletchers everywhere, in fact. My cousin Roxy is from Asgeir, she lived here when she was younger. She's a bounty hunter."
He spares a glance towards the Varans as they weigh the finger.
"Do you get a lot of jotun fingers in here?"
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 11, 2016 18:21:50 GMT -8
Vera had stayed beside Roy during the exchange. Happy enough to let him do the talking. After all, she still wasn't entirely clear on what was going on. When the mention of drinks comes up though she smiles. Sliding into the seat next to Roy, she take a mug of mead. She proceeds to drain it in a single long pull. She let's out an appreciative burp, and raises her mug waving it.
"I'll take another!"
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Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aesa Jojora is a well-built woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She lost her hand in a battle against the forces of Domrius and his Alquen military forces.
Clothes and Equipment: Aesa carries a steel sword shield; the shield is strapped around her forearm since she has no left hand.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 13:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed on Mar 12, 2016 5:42:08 GMT -8
"No thank you," Aesa holds her hand up to push the idea of chocolate away. "We don't get a whole lot of jotun fingers, no. Most prefer to just hunt other beasts. Jotun-hunting is mainly for proving one's strength and courage in battle, which most Varan have already done. Being an outsider, you have not only proved your heart to us, but you have helped us by ridding the lands of one more jotun, who would steal our cattle and crush our crops. And for this, you shall be rewarded."
Vera is given another mug of mead, and several Varan giggle at her enthusiasm. Aesa grins at her.
Finally, the scales are balanced. "All done," Ubba tells his jarl.
"Bag it, and give it to the boy," Aesa commands. The silver, which weighs as much as the jotun's finger, is put in a cloth sack and given to Roy, to disperse among Vera or Grandma. As it is silver, it can probably be used almost anywhere, and was probably enough to support Roy's adventurers for a while, wherever he may go. The chest of silver was taken back and hidden somewhere.
"Now," Aesa continued, "you and your friends are welcome to stay in the hall and eat to your heart's delight, or you may leave whenever you wish. You are friends of Valland, and you have done us a service we will not forget." Aesa smiled in a friendly manner at Roy and Vera.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 12, 2016 22:01:11 GMT -8
"Oof..."
Roy hefts the bag of silver, giving it a little shake to hear the coins jingle inside. He looks up at Aesa, smiling brightly (and pointily).
"Thanks! Thank you so much! I'd love to stay, but Vera and I really should head back. We have to get back to school before the break ends, after all."
He quickly rummages in the bag and gives Grandma an exact third of the reward.
"Thanks for all the help, Grandma! We couldn't have done it without you!"
Passing a second half of the silver to Vera and keeping the rest to himself, he heads out towards the door.
"Bye! Thanks again, I'll be sure to visit again sometime! C'mon, Vera. We don't wanna be late."
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 13, 2016 9:30:37 GMT -8
Vera drains her fresh mug quickly, and follows Roy. She is a little disappointed. They weren't so pressed for time, that they couldn't have spent the night. Still it might have been for the best. With a few more mugs, and a soft bed... Well she might have done something. She wasn't one hundred percent sure, she was ready for something yet.
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Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aesa Jojora is a well-built woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She lost her hand in a battle against the forces of Domrius and his Alquen military forces.
Clothes and Equipment: Aesa carries a steel sword shield; the shield is strapped around her forearm since she has no left hand.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 13:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed on Mar 13, 2016 10:10:50 GMT -8
(Vera Royal Fletcher) "It is no problem," Aesa told the trio before they left, "you are welcome in Valland anytime." The guards watched the outsiders leave, and each one held newfound respect for them; taking a jotun on was no easy task.
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Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aesa Jojora is a well-built woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She lost her hand in a battle against the forces of Domrius and his Alquen military forces.
Clothes and Equipment: Aesa carries a steel sword shield; the shield is strapped around her forearm since she has no left hand.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 13:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Aesa Jojora, the One-Handed on Mar 25, 2016 15:54:32 GMT -8
( Rowen Renner) Ralf would lead his two companions to the small town of Wulfenheim. In the center of the town was an old castle: Wulfenheim Hall. "Jarlessa, it be Ralf," hollered one of the guards. Aesa looked up at the guard and nodded with glee. She shooed her advisers and planners away for the moment. Her son was returning, and this she was most excited for. "Let them in, let them in!" The two doors flung open as the trio walked across the drawbridge and into the warm hall. Smells of meats roasting over the fires filled the welcoming air, a notable contrast than the frigid outdoors. Ralf picked up his pace, walking nervously. He did not hesitate to greet the guards and advisers. "Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi. Oi." Finally, the warrior made it all the way to the bottom of his mother's throne. Aesa threw her wine onto the floor and hollered over to one of the other women, "clean that up, please, I don't like having this color of wine on these floors."She jumped up and hugged her son, Ralf. "Oh, my boy, I am so glad to see you again! And you're safe! Thank goodness!" Then she looked at Renner and Rowen. "You, I have heard of," she said to Renner. Now, what you brings you here? Cause I know you didn't come to stay." "Mother... I think I might be a werewolf! Renner and Rowen, they can prove it! They saw me change... shift! I don't know what happened. But I am the Wolf of White Pine! What do I do?" Aesa looked concerned before nodding slowly. Finally she grinned. "This will be an excellent addition to the Valgard legacy, my son. Oh... but yes, it must be dealt with. Sadly, all oral secrets of the Valgards died with your father at Gripclaw Pass. I'm afraid I have never heard of a Valgard becoming a werewolf." Aesa shrugged and seemed to be in deep thought. "But I have an idea." She whispered into Ralf's ear, barely audible that Renner and Rowen could not hear her. Ralf stood still for a moment and slowly turned to look Renner and Rowen, while Aesa disappeared to one of the side rooms. "Friends... comrades... I must thank you for helping me uncover this... revelation. But we must part ways for now. There is something that must be done. Should I ever need you in the future, I will find you." Ralf nodded gleefully at the two men and retreated to the dungeons. Aesa, meanwhile, came back to the throne room with two coins in her hands. She held them out, Renner would take one and Rowen the other. They were a dark metallic color, made of some strange metal that neither had seen before. On both of them, however, was a wolf's head - like that of House Valgards sigil. the other side of the coin was inscribed with a mysterious rune. Aesa smiled as she gave them to the two men. "Do not lose these, friends," she told them in a foreboding tone. "They're worth so much more than what you may believe..." (Part I is complete; Part II will come at a later, unspecified date)
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jun 26, 2016 11:32:25 GMT -8
Ubba Ubbasson, the son of Ubba Ubbasson, entered the door of the great Wulfenheim Hall with Rose Merosiky and company in tow. The scouts had taken their horses back to the stables and merged into the commonfolk, re-assuming their day to day duties. The great hall was warm and cozy, with the smell of roasted meats cooking over the central fire. A number of veteran warriors sat at either of two long tables in the middle of the hall, talking, eating, drinking, and boasting of past deeds. At the end of the hall, sitting on the throne, was Jarl Ralf Valgard of Valland, former adventurer, who had now taken his rightful place as Jarl of Valland. His mother, Aesa Jojora, had assumed the role for quite some time, until Ralf was ready to take the mantle. "Ubba, you have guests, please come closer," Ralf hollered from across the great hall. Ubba lead Merosiky and those who followed him towards the throne that Ralf sat upon. Four thanes, encased in thick steel plate armor, stood behind the chair. Ralf looked a bit uncomfortable in his chair. "Aye, my jarl," Ubba began to say, "these are the-" "I know who they are," Ralf interrupted. "You're the Merosiky." Ralf squinted his eyes as he observed the entourage for a few moments. "You may go Ubba. Get some ale and fill your belly." Ubba nodded and lumbered off to one of the tables, where he was greeted with cheer. Ralf exhaled as he leaned back in his chair. "It ain't for me," he said to Rose. "The throne, I mean. I'm not fit to be no jarl. Shouldda just keep wandering the world until I died. Never know how jarls and jarlessas throughout the other holds can stand to sit in these chairs all day. I need a good war or two." A voice from across the room: "been to long since we had a good bandit raid." Ralf laughed at the statement. "Enough of tired men," he said. "Come forth, Rose, take a seat if need be," some servants nearby moved some old wooden chairs nearby so Rose and his people could sit. "Probably wonderin' why I called you all the way up here. As jarl of Valland, I'm responsible for the security of my hold. When raiders came-a-knockin' on our doors, I'm the one who has to mount up and chase'em away. It's 'bout all the excitement I get 'round here." Ralf adjusted himself in the throne. "But this time's different. Seems some brigands took up residence in an old fortress north of my hold. Don't know who they are, don't know their names, and I don't care to. I just want'em dead. Problem is, once we chase'em back north, they cross the straits and take up refuge at that old fortress of theirs. It's off the northern coasts of the mainland. We'd storm the castle..." Ralf smiled, "that'd be quite fun... but we can't. That island is full of mysteries... it's cursed. And I don't know if you ever met a Varan, Rose Merosiky, but we Varan... we don't do curses. We can't step foot on the island... they say it drains your life force, turns you undead... they say it corrupts the mind of mortals... there ain't no way my warriors can storm that island without help. That's why I called you here," he pointed at Rose. "I can help you fight whatever forces they have on the mainland, but once we get to the island, I can't go any further; it'll be up to you from there on out." Ralf adjusted himself again. "Whaddaya say, Merosiky? You up for this? If you help me, I'll even give you the island, and whatever damn curses come with it. The resources, the artifacts... whatever is there will be yours. But I suppose I should tell you what your up against." Ralf leaned forward to peer at Rose. "Don't know what foul beasts run amok up there. Orcs, or ogres, or goblins, or... beast-folk we call'em. Abominations. They ain't natural, neither... they're dead. Or rather, they're undead. Perhaps their vampires?" Ralf scratched his beard, "don't know, don't care. I just want'em out. So... you up for it or not?"
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jun 26, 2016 16:51:22 GMT -8
Rose enjoyed every step of the trip they had to reach this place. The world was a mystery to him and what he found was Good, he really enjoyed. He could feel the positive magics that flowed through the land to create its own place of beauty for the people. Wulfenheim Hall was no different, the architecture of the Varan was different from his peoples, but many things were similar. Even with moderate common advancements, they were both native to the land and lived off the fruits of the land.
As Rose and the remainder of the Merosiky Covenant entered the Wulfenheim Hall, they waited patiently for directions. Their fur coatings helped give them a more human appearance, but their Silver eyes all showed they were of something more than a human. If the public was not aware, then they wouldn't pay them much more attention than they would to any other foreign human. When the seats were offered, one Loyalist stood behind Rose, Gitmo, Ayzum, and Lucius, while the remained sat where offered by the Varan.
Rose listened, smiled, and laughed when appropriate towards Ralf, "That all sounds so horrible! Who would want to know their people were safe?! I'm only joking. While I am just a boy who wants to make the better place, I understand the thrill of combat when it is for fun and not dangerous to your people, my leader when he was Good taught me the difference between the two..."
Rose spoke his words quickly and continued to listen. Like certain parts Ubba spoke, Rose was ignorant to. He didn't know much about the outside world besides what was near the Valley. What he did understand was the offer of a home. Like the Frost Queen, the Varan were offering a safehaven if earned. His people needed a home for what remained of the population(which is really small, maybe a couple hundred people.)
When Ralf finished speaking, Rose made a response to make Ralf like he was right and made a good call, "Your offer has come at a good time. We have nowhere to go. Our valley was ruined and we were forced to leave a month ago. One more day and we would have missed this, but as a people who have nowhere to go, we have a lot to fight for. You made a wise choice by calling on us to aid you... I have to ask, your fried called us Vampires. What is a Vampire?"
The longer Rose was present in the Hall, the cooler it would get. With all the heat being produced, it would go mostly unnoticed, but it kept the Merosiky comfortable. His pendant carried this power, enchanted by the Frost Queen.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jun 28, 2016 12:23:56 GMT -8
Ralf's expression turned to one of grim curiosity. "Surely you jest, friend," he said to Rose. "Vampires are... abominations..." The Jarl stood up from his wooden throne and walked over to a nearby weapons rack. "Creatures of the night who prey on the living, sucking the blood from their innocent victims. There's no place for such evil in Asgeir. I am surprised to see... others, like yourself, claim to be 'good'. But who am I to judge, eh? I've had problems of my own in the past." Ralf wondered if Rose was aware of his werewolf affliction. When Ralf discovered that even he could be affected with 'curses' he developed a sort of compassionate side for 'other accursed beings'. The Jarl of Valland was busy equipped himself with an intricate sword, the pommel of which was a white wolf; it was the family heirloom, passed down from one generation to the next. He also equipped a waraxe, some daggers, and a round shield. "We should head out as soon as possible, comrades. My men have a forward base set up just south of the Carrion Coast. We can meet them there and help push our enemies back to the jagged shores and back to the island from which they came." Ralf would lead Rose and his companions outside the keep and allow them choose any of the royal horses at the stable. "Not like the eastern breeds that the Jorian Riders have, but they're nevertheless reliable; they'll get us where we need them," the Jarl said as he mounted a midnight-black horse. He lead Rose and the Covenant outside of the town and north, towards the Carrion Coast.
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jun 28, 2016 17:59:02 GMT -8
"No, i'm quite serious. You refer to me as one of them, but you speak of them as evil by nature. If they are worthy enough to be an enemy, then they have a choice to be good or evil. If I am one of them and can be good, then they can be good too. This is a big world, but it is still too small to let evil force itself on others.." Rose spoke before listening to Ralf and speaking again, "A mount is a mount. We will follow you there, so whenever you are ready, we are ready."
With that said, the covenant mounted up and took off behind Ralf. Initially the horses would be hesitant towards Rose and his covenant as they gave off the pheromones of a hunter and the Loyalists reeked the most of it due to their natural born capabilities. Other than that, the covenant was successful at mounting and riding the steeds.
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