The Black Vale
Established
Roleplay posts: 18 
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 12:31:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 28, 2016 10:23:16 GMT -8
 The Southern Mountain Pass is the most well-used entrance into The Black Vale, being the most accessible and least treacherous. The scenery is beautiful; the path passes between two snow-capped mountains covered in evergreens, and the path itself is surrounded on both sides by a great forest. Giant Aesgir Elk bound through the woods, an ancient species whose gigantic horns span about three feet to either side. Dire wolves prowl the woods looking for prey, although they rarely attack travelers. Wildlife is all around, and one might even call it serene and idyllic. Despite the beauty of it all, however, eerie pairs of dead eyes look down at travellers from ravens that line the path, the undead birds constantly vigilant. Thus, an intruder's arrival is known well in advance of the walled border posting, whose thick many-layered palisades and portcullises and dual watchtowers monitor the road's carefully. Any who approach are asked their business and searched thoroughly before being let through to the border town of Greenvale. |
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Ubba of Valland
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Roleplay posts: 6 
Registered: Feb 28, 2016 9:20:11 GMT -8
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Post by Ubba of Valland on Feb 28, 2016 10:34:49 GMT -8
Ubba's steed gallops towards the mountain pass. He holds for a moment, taking in the view. "The Black Vale," he says slowly, almost reluctant to enter. Nevertheless, he is a brave man, an experienced man, and he is not frightened. He rides forth, between the ravens and the trees, up the path and into the pass.
When he arrives, Ubba slows his horse to a still. "Oi, I am Ubba, huscarl from Valland. I have been sent on behalf o Jarl Aesa Jojora. May I enter?"
Ubba does not mind being searched, and all anyone might find on him is his personal shield, a sword, a small hand-axe, and several letters.
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The Black Vale
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 12:31:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 28, 2016 10:38:23 GMT -8
The guards perform a cursory search of Ubba. Upon finding that he is lightly armed and possessing of no magical artefacts or truly dangerous substances, they let him through into Greenvale. From there, it is a simple matter to follow the Black Road to the Dreadhalls, ancient seat of House Von Haren.
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Tavrinth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 700 Years
Physical Description: Size: Length - 90 ft
Height - 45 ft
Type: Chromatic (Hybrid Black/Purple)
Color: Black with light purple sheen on scale tips.
Eye color: Purple
Humanoid form: Pale skin, black hair, bright purple eyes. Young adult, good looking
http://tinyurl.com/jscju3u
Clothes and Equipment: None in dragon form.
Human form - Simple black tunic and pants. Black leather overcoat with purple fringes with white runes.
Also sometimes wears black armor.
http://tinyurl.com/hag9awf
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 19:47:29 GMT -8
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Post by Tavrinth on Mar 7, 2016 21:18:48 GMT -8
Tavrinth comes upon the mountain pass weary from flight. He lands, and shifts into human form so as to not startle those who take residence nearby. He moves through the pass, with the distinct feeling that the very rocks themselves are watching.
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Tavrinth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 700 Years
Physical Description: Size: Length - 90 ft
Height - 45 ft
Type: Chromatic (Hybrid Black/Purple)
Color: Black with light purple sheen on scale tips.
Eye color: Purple
Humanoid form: Pale skin, black hair, bright purple eyes. Young adult, good looking
http://tinyurl.com/jscju3u
Clothes and Equipment: None in dragon form.
Human form - Simple black tunic and pants. Black leather overcoat with purple fringes with white runes.
Also sometimes wears black armor.
http://tinyurl.com/hag9awf
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 19:47:29 GMT -8
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Post by Tavrinth on Mar 7, 2016 21:41:56 GMT -8
Tavrinth slows his steps, until he is at a complete stop. He stares into the distance, every part of his old mind humming with disrest. The eyes of the wood were one thing. The stench of living death is another. The wind brought it more than once. Now that he is closer, that is all his keen sense of smell can find. He immediately takes dragon form, and flies out of the area.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 21:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 11:41:13 GMT -8
The Southern Mountain Pass was very clear in view now - tall and proud silhouettes against the bright sky. When the first of the watchtowers came into view, Ruahd skid to a stop with paws pressed hard to the earth. His brother would likely follow his example. The two massive black tigers would then rear up onto their hind legs and the features that marked them as animals would seem to sway and blow away in the wind like smoke - revealing two perfectly normal, human male forms in their stead.
The elder would let his gleaming eyes wander over the scenic display of nature, the gorgeous expanse of the passage that wound further on between the guardian giants of mountains on either side - and the dense forests were brimming with wildlife. Even in a human form, the man could smell them - Elk. And these were prized beasts, not just common deer. There were wolves, too. It brought a grin to his face as he made the mental note to keep - they had to chase down a Giant Aesgir Elk one day.
For now they simply approached the patrols and towers, calm and patient as they waited to be addressed and allowed in.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 21:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 11:41:58 GMT -8
Sunil followed his older brother's example to the letter - they both knew some people would panic at the sign of a pair of abnormal tigers running upon their patrol grounds. He wasn't quite as ecstatic as Ruahd but he was just as keen in senses - his attention was turned to the woods as he walked in step with the red-haired male. He sniffed the air intently, surely finding the elk traces but it was the Dire wolves that were stronger in his nose. He had a feeling there might be a small pack around, but nothing was lingering on the edge of the forest.
He, himself, wasn't keen on mindless killing. Neither was Ruahd. But the elder of the two was more excited for a hunt than the younger. But he had to admit... one guilty pleasure was chasing other predators and watching them run. No harm inflicted - just scare them. It was about as entertaining as a ball of yarn braided with catnip to a house cat.
He almost bumped into Ruahd from behind when the man stopped, and then craned his neck to scale the heights of the watchtowers with his eyes. At least the place was well guarded from the looks of it. He just hoped there wouldn't be an issue with letting them into Black Vale - he was actually excited to explore. The buzz from the food festival was still humming in his bones.
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Immortal Delgot
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 3,000
Physical Description: A hollow, animated suit of armor composed of some unidentifiable metal. The metal is incredibly strong and living by nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Massive axe and shield. The axe has a disproportionately thin shaft to the head so as to maximize leverage and unbalanced weight behind the swing; grip is not an issue for Immortals.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:03:40 GMT -8
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Post by Immortal Delgot on Apr 23, 2018 10:07:23 GMT -8
Immortal Delgot marches through the pass, unhindered on its way to the castle.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Jun 16, 2018 12:47:21 GMT -8
The ravens of the Black Vale study the approach of a foreign convoy. Armored knights riding upon impressive white steeds ride alongside a stagecoach of exquisite make. Every gale unfurls the banners above the party, revealing a black cross emblazoned upon a white field. They are Knights of the Brotherhood, and they bring with them the Duchess of Audria: the Supreme Sorceress Lady Audrey von Hepburn.
The head knight, an imposing man by the name of Sibrand, holds a hand into the air and the party comes to a halt. There is silence for a moment. “I’ll not have the Lady go any further,” he says.
The Knight-Brothers in attendance do not protest; they understand the caution which must be taken. This was a dark land, with dark legends, and hidden dangers. A very potential candidate for the Order’s next crusade.
“Dismount, rest and water the horses,” Sibrand continues, “and keep an eye on the Duchess.” Turning towards two of the Halbruders - Half-Brothers of the Order - Sibrand says “except for you two. Ride ahead and make contact with the Varan here.” Sibrand returns his gaze to the Southern Mountain Pass. “These are not the Varan we know…”
Without delay the two Halbruders spur their mounts onwards, making for the checkpoint.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Jun 30, 2018 11:20:07 GMT -8
As the party mills about, they'll begin to feel as if they're being watched. A number of ravens frequent the area, and one in particular sits before the camp site, observing with inquisitive, almost sapient-seeming eyes. Ever so often, rustles can be heard in the forest around the main road, whatever shuffles about obscured by the thick underbrush. The twisted, gnarled trees of the Black Vale stand tall and arched over the party, as if glaring down upon them.
Although the messengers likely still feel the eyes of the forest upon them, things are much less ominous at the main gate, as a man at arms dressed in black with silver trim rides out to meet the approaching Halbruders, stopping his horse just before he reaches them. His armour consists of well-crafted scale maille and a conical helmet that obscures most of his head.
"Please halt where you are," he requests, his voice cordial but cautious.
"From whence do you come, and what is your business with the Black Vale?"
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Jun 30, 2018 16:10:34 GMT -8
The Halbruders halt at the man-at-arms' command. "We come from the lands of Audria," one of them says, "and my companions seek an audience with your lord."
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