The Black Vale
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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 10:49:28 GMT -8
 There is only one known entrance into the massive castle Harenhall, and it is the massively thick steel-barred portcullis that is built along the southern wall of the keep. Above the portcullis sits a large gatehouse with a hatch in the bottom for pouring boiling oil upon intruders and a single small window from which to view the approach. The Black Road approaching Harenhall has been cleared of all trees, shrubbery or overgrowth, so that guardsmen are able to see approaching threats from a long ways off. In addition, a large moat has been dug, a deep, dark pit over which the only path is a sturdy wooden bridge allowing no more than three men to stand upon it side-by-side. Glowing, eerie eyes peer up from the pit, following the steps of all comers as they walk overhead. This choke point makes it easy for archers on the walls to pick off invaders, and any who fall into the pit will surely be eaten by one of the many devilish abominations that inhabit it. |
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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 11:05:34 GMT -8
Ubba approaches the castle slowly. Not because he wants to be cautious, he just wants to take in the sights. He has never been in the Black Vale, and so he's not entirely sure what to expect. He awaits word from anyone within the castle.
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Immortal Delgot
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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 10:08:37 GMT -8
Delgot, having marched for hundreds of miles from even farther north than the Black Vale, ends its journey here. Its marching concludes with an abrupt halt just before the gatehouse, awaiting some word from the sentinel.
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Lieutenant Gunndís Ehrensvärd
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 27
Physical Description: =========================
Standing at a height of 6 feet tall, Lieutenant Gunndìs Ehrensvärd is 13 stone of pure Varan muscle. She has long, well-kept silver-grey hair usually styled into a tight ponytail and cold, piercing silver eyes that rarely display her emotional state. Her features are strong and cut, and her eyebrows are perpetually curved inward, adding to her intense appearance. Her figure is athletic and lithe, and her body is marred in many places by battlescars, displaying well her violent and brutal history. Most notable is the short but thick and deep scar below her right ribcage, invisible when she's fully dressed, clearly caused by a long leaf-bladed pike.
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Gunndìs dresses in utilitarian brown leather clothing outside of battle, supplemented by a long, fur-lined handmade coat and thick winter boots when in her frozen homeland of Aesgir. In battle, she wears heavy steel half-plate over chain maille and leather, and her weapon of choice is a long, ancient-looking but well cared for blade of razor sharp steel, a family heirloom called "Claw". She also wears grey-green warpaint in the shape of slashes across her face in battle, giving her an even more fearsome appearance.
Registered: Nov 22, 2015 20:18:23 GMT -8
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Post by Lieutenant Gunndís Ehrensvärd on Apr 28, 2018 12:05:07 GMT -8
Two ravens circle over Delgot's head, their beady eyes peering curiously down at him. They'd been following him ever since he entered the mountain pass, like sentries of the Black Vale, keeping a close eye on the immortal's movements. Delgot doesn't have to wait long before the portcullis of the Dreadhalls' gatehouse raises with the sound of screeching chains and creaking wood. A woman of large stature and commanding posture exits, and the portcullis comes crashing down behind her. She affixes the armoured creature with piercing glacial blue eyes, one hand upon the pommel of the longsword that hangs from her hip.
Her plated leather armour clinks as she comes to a halt. From the gatehouse itself, several solid white eyes can be seen peering down at the man if one were to look hard enough, tracking his every movement.
"What is your business here?" asks the woman, her voice harsh and cold, befitting a commander of men.
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