Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 8, 2016 11:53:51 GMT -8
She gasped. As the Goraian troops ran at her, Keizhi suddenly bolted, bee-lining straight through the open fields for the Misty Woods beyond. She was a fast runner and had no armor or heavy equipment to weigh her down. While not exactly a conditioned sprinter, in her fright she'd do all she could to assure her capture was difficult. She was nimble on her toes, dashing around her sparse obstacles with surprising ease. Reaching the Mist was her only hope.
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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 8, 2016 11:59:20 GMT -8
The guards outside the windows looked out beyond at something, or the other troops, that seemed to be arriving. A sort of distant rumble confirmed the kind of security that allowed them to abandon their posts, grouping with the ever-growing mass of troops that stood to await the assault from within the farmhouse in an open "V" formation, allowing the attackers to file into a killing zone that was covered thoroughly by two steep ranks of heavily armored troops. The V wedged into a rabble of troops who waited to replace their fallen comrades should they become killed or wounded... as for Keizhi, she had a lot of expanse to run, and the troops would chase instantly after her, hot on her heels and attracting more foot soldiers who joined the pursuit.
"Hey! Stop!"
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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 8, 2016 12:59:31 GMT -8
Just as the troops at the windows ran off to join the battle at the door, Lamina dove out the right one with acrobatic precision, a head-first launch that ended in a roll onto the soft grass below, blades angled out and away from her. The base of the window hit her hard along the shins as she went, but her long pink dress kept her from getting scraped, dirtying with the roll through the grass. She stood instantly, and with the same motion, dashed into a sprint for the woods. Her heart pounded. Her breathing was deep and rapid. She ran as fast as she possibly could... Up ahead, she could see Keizhi fleeing as well. Lamina attempted a dash into the same general direction. The nearest responders would have to split their attention between the two of them.
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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 8, 2016 13:12:29 GMT -8
The drake could be seen high in the sky, now slowly circling the local square acreage like a tremendous bird of prey leering towards the earth with glowing red eyes, its roar echoing off the distant facades of thick, tall woods and buildings. The same pull on the leylines began to occur, a familiar sense of drainage for any who were magically inclined and were present at the New Brimiarde conflict, though for the time being it stayed very distant and made no other indication that was interested or even aware of the struggle far below.
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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 8, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
Wedge tries to push his way back in, fighting against the soldier that had attempted to barricade him behind the door. But when Destrin threw his weight behind it, he became outnumbered. Damnit--by utilizing teamwork they had all played their cards well against Wedge. Wedge had done his best to uphold his core military values and felt proud with his attempt and his decision not to surrender against all odds, but he also couldn't help but respect an adversary who he believed had bested him through both avenues of conflict--the physical and the mental. "Hmm..." He turned and walked away, speaking his mind out loud as a smile then suddenly played on his face... one interrupted by a single, lone tear that ran down his cheek. "Good luck, young Lamina..."
He went back down through the tunnels. He needed to bring back authorities and reinforcements. He hoped, by the time he returned an hour later, that she'd be gone on her own devices and hidden well within the woods.
Yet unfortunately, Wedge was not at all optimistic.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 8, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
"I can't criticize you, warrior," Vald somberly told Wedge , "you have lost no honor this day," he finished. He did not even try to stop Wedge from fleeing; he was a warrior, and he deserved to live through another day, without the humiliating aspect of being a hostage. Morgana and her men struggled with Goraian troops who were trying to desperately shove themselves through the door. Lamina, however, dove out of the window and took off running. She was young and nimble it seemed, and so she would be able to make it to safety, especially if the Goraians were encumbered by armor. Vald had to make a choice. He was to hurt from Wedge's wound to really join Lamina. He could help Morgana's men too, but probably die and that'd make him a martyr: a reason for Asgeir to wage war on Goraia, and cost the lives of many more Varan. So Vald sighed. He let his axe drop to the floor, and then sat down with a big 'oof' up against the wall. He would wait and let Goraia do what they would to him. Kill him, and Asgeir goes to war with Goraia. Let him go, and he would make sure Asgeir remained neutral. Vald was no rebel anyway; he was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Warden Sherwood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 39
Physical Description: Toned, grizzled, been on the road too long.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly furs, scrap armor, different things he can find.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 21:19:22 GMT -8
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Post by Warden Sherwood on Mar 8, 2016 15:10:55 GMT -8
Warden knew that the door is more than covered. If he had joined that fray, he'd be shoulder to shoulder within a crowd of troops who most likely would never play any part in the bloody demise of the resistance rats. Instead, he ran after Lamina, yelling as he went after her. "Hey! There she goes, after her!"
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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Mar 8, 2016 15:43:29 GMT -8
( Goraia Wedge Warden Sherwood Lamina Manira Morgana Greyspear ) An old wooden cart squeaked its way towards the farmhouse. Within rode white-robed clerics: monks from the Medan Hospice, a Brotherhood establishment which had been in the city for some time. A few squires ran ahead to find those who were dying and hurting. Some of the squires began to haul away the fallen bodies of Goraian soldiers and began praying above them. The clerics bent down on their knees and comforted the injured, praying and working their healing magic. They did not care whose side they tended: rebel or Goraian, and worked dutifully and diligently, completely oblivious to the confusion surrounding the farmouse. "Peace," they cried, "we must have peace," the old monk struggled above the noise. "Look at your young men dying! Fathers will bury sons, mothers will become widows, and wives must fend for themselves against the rape of the victors! Most Holy, have mercy and bless these people!"
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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 8, 2016 16:00:03 GMT -8
The healers had arrived sooner than expected. The presence of the Order brought relief to the troops of any given battlefield, as usually they were permitted on-field only after operations in the area had concluded. Such had not been the case today--all had happened too fast and suddenly and accidents and miscommunication tended to slip through the cracks. A sense of conclusion came over those ground troops who were in the responding area but not directly involved in the battle at the farmhouse entryway, which still raged (and would continue to rage) until the opposition had been overwhelmed, killed, or surrendered. As for Lamina and Keizhi, their fates would become known as the distant rumble that had provided enough reassurance to the Goraians to where they abandoned their window posts materialized over the crests of nearby hills. Light cavalry, in small teams of three to four and minimally armored for full mobility, arrived from both side directions and converged on the chase. Deployed to New Brimiarde's rural outskirts, light cavalry were highly effective in picking off stragglers of a routing army, and had been positioned to prevent an enemy rout into the Misty Woods. While the number of those fleeing was markedly lower than anticipated by Goraian commanders, they were nevertheless mobilized to force what was surely the near inevitable capture of Lamina and Keizhi as they ran through wide, open fields.
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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:
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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 8, 2016 16:49:55 GMT -8
Freyja had heard the bells ringing. She heard the struggle below. She felt the fear. Yet it was not until the cavalry arrived that the aspect of the Moon Goddess felt it was too dire a situation to ignore. She growls at her own weak heart; she should not feel pity for mortals. Yet, still, even as she has this thought she turns about, returning to the battlefield.
Suddenly, she descends, rapidly picking up speed until the very air seems to break around her, a concussive boom echoing throughout the fields. A large beam of concentrated moonlight explodes from her mouth, tearing through the ground toward the cavalry as she zooms overhead, her roar echoing throughout the farmlands.
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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 8, 2016 17:01:45 GMT -8
Morgana and her warriors suddenly break into a charge, aiming for one of the ends of the "V". They crash into the soldiers with a loud battlecry, spears aiming to pierce jugulars, femoral arteries, armpits, and anywhere else that lacks thick armour with extreme accuracy. Morgana, as per the usual, yells vicious insults arena taunts as she fights. "Come, you whoresons! Taste true Medanese steel, if you aren't too scared to engage in a stand up fight!"
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Post by Varan Mercenaries on Mar 8, 2016 17:58:36 GMT -8
( Goraia Lamina Manira ) (At the northern border thread, Vald had brought seven Varan with him to Medan, posing as Royal Fletcher's bodyguards) A small band of Varan were covered in the brush near the forest, watching the chaos at the farmhouse. They were friends of Vald Jojora, and had been camping in the woods until their warchief returned. They dared not go out and fight, but they were also concerned about Vald. Before long, two women came running towards the forest. Not long after, the rumbling of horsemen was heard. "Where's Vald," asked Varri worriedly. "I don't know," replied Baeron "He may have been caught up in the fighting," Hakon deduced. Ranavald, Skaros, Lagaros, and Hush observed as well. "Look, there," Skaros said, pointing at two women fleeing the farmhouse. "Fugitives," Lagaros deduced. "A nice bounty? Take her and turn her in for a bountiful profit?" "Or collateral to get Vald back, if he's been captured," Hakon suggested. At that moment, a dragon swooped down and seemed to scatter the horsemen. "Well," Baeron began, "it's now or never!" The seven mounted Varan Warriors rode out from the woods on their Medanese horses towards Lamina. Their intention? To knock her out cold with a club and quickly take back off into the woods. The cavalry were hopefully scattered by the dragons attack, and their was no resistance between the woods and Lamina, so it should have been a quick grab-n-go kidnapping. Should Lamina be captured by the Varan, they'd haul her off into the woods. When the battle ended, the Varan may ransom her off back to Gotaia for the right price...
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 8, 2016 18:34:18 GMT -8
Keizhi ran and ran. The edge of the Misty Woods loomed over her like a dark, mysterious sanctuary. Yet before she could make it to the tree line, the thundering of hooves had overtaken her and shed raise her arms, kneeling in defeat. She wanted more than anything to signal to them that she did not intend to fight. She had no means of actually fighting.much less against soldiers on horseback who outnumbered her. She felt a fear she had never felt before, as the look in her eyes begged for some semblance of mercy. Like Vald, she was somewhat of a third party and was not an indoctrinated member of the Resistance - just in the wrong place at the wrong time...
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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 8, 2016 18:59:25 GMT -8
Freyja had heard the bells ringing. She heard the struggle below. She felt the fear. Yet it was not until the cavalry arrived that the aspect of the Moon Goddess felt it was too dire a situation to ignore. She growls at her own weak heart; she should not feel pity for mortals. Yet, still, even as she has this thought she turns about, returning to the battlefield. Suddenly, she descends, rapidly picking up speed until the very air seems to break around her, a concussive boom echoing throughout the fields. A large beam of concentrated moonlight explodes from her mouth, tearing through the ground toward the cavalry as she zooms overhead, her roar echoing throughout the farmlands. The Lavorin raced towards Freyja as she appeared in the distance, continuing its powerful charge, drawing from the leylines and welling power that would culminate into a massive blue shield, one that formed an invisible squareish plane after a blue flash erupted from the beast's mouth--the spell effect would appear above one of the many small formations of horsemen, whichever had been Freyja's target. As the moonlight beam struck, the invisible plane revealed itself momentarily, reacting to the impact with a fade-in appearance of a hexagonal blue pattern that dissipated as her spell crashed upon its arcane wall.
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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 8, 2016 19:13:59 GMT -8
(She's kinda just blasting across the entire area, not just one of the 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 8, 2016 19:21:00 GMT -8
Freyja had heard the bells ringing. She heard the struggle below. She felt the fear. Yet it was not until the cavalry arrived that the aspect of the Moon Goddess felt it was too dire a situation to ignore. She growls at her own weak heart; she should not feel pity for mortals. Yet, still, even as she has this thought she turns about, returning to the battlefield. Suddenly, she descends, rapidly picking up speed until the very air seems to break around her, a concussive boom echoing throughout the fields. A large beam of concentrated moonlight explodes from her mouth, tearing through the ground toward the cavalry as she zooms overhead, her roar echoing throughout the farmlands. (Isn't this considered an uncharged spell effect? It is not a "natural" breath attack like fire, which is somewhat explainable with fantasy-physics the same way a dragon's physiology is. Is " moon mana" blockable by anti-magic? If so, it should have been charged. Unless Admin wants to weigh in on that? This attack was also described as "beam." Can a thread-wide offensive spell effect be insta-cast like this?) Should the spell strike anyways, either residual effects or another unexplained scenario, she'd take out one or two of the groups of cavalry hunting Lamina--but seeing as how they were spread thin, the effective zone of damage (as defined by a "beam") was reduced to the point where their operations would simply continue. Lamina and Keizhi would be surrounded in time. It would take numerous of such beams to completely annihilate the cavalry, which were deployed in numbers not for hunting ones and twos, but entire units of fleeing people. The targets themselves, Lamina and Keizhi, would in theory also become exposed if it were the nearest cavalry group that had been targeted. Morgana and her warriors suddenly break into a charge, aiming for one of the ends of the "V". They crash into the soldiers with a loud battlecry, spears aiming to pierce jugulars, femoral arteries, armpits, and anywhere else that lacks thick armour with extreme accuracy. Morgana, as per the usual, yells vicious insults arena taunts as she fights. "Come, you whoresons! Taste true Medanese steel, if you aren't too scared to engage in a stand up fight!" Unfortunately, the V was an entrapment--a killing zone set up immediately outside of the door. Thus, the edge of the formation did not have open flanks as the entirety of the crowd had covered the entire facade of the building. The V was a conscientious opening into what was otherwise a mob, in order to filter the attackers into a zone in which they had to fight enclosed on two flanks. To attempt to focus all power on one side of the V, be it adjacent to the house's wall or not, would expose their backs to the other--the instant this happened, their morale and survivability was sure to plummet, as any sudden maneuver once the fighting had started threatened to expose them in one way or another, only serving to hasten an untimely demise in which each would be given opportunity to surrender. ( Goraia Lamina Manira ) (At the northern border thread, Vald had brought seven Varan with him to Medan, posing as Royal Fletcher's bodyguards) A small band of Varan were covered in the brush near the forest, watching the chaos at the farmhouse. They were friends of Vald Jojora, and had been camping in the woods until their warchief returned. They dared not go out and fight, but they were also concerned about Vald. Before long, two women came running towards the forest. Not long after, the rumbling of horsemen was heard. "Where's Vald," asked Varri worriedly. "I don't know," replied Baeron "He may have been caught up in the fighting," Hakon deduced. Ranavald, Skaros, Lagaros, and Hush observed as well. "Look, there," Skaros said, pointing at two women fleeing the farmhouse. "Fugitives," Lagaros deduced. "A nice bounty? Take her and turn her in for a bountiful profit?" "Or collateral to get Vald back, if he's been captured," Hakon suggested. At that moment, a dragon swooped down and seemed to scatter the horsemen. "Well," Baeron began, "it's now or never!" The seven mounted Varan Warriors rode out from the woods on their Medanese horses towards Lamina. Their intention? To knock her out cold with a club and quickly take back off into the woods. The cavalry were hopefully scattered by the dragons attack, and their was no resistance between the woods and Lamina, so it should have been a quick grab-n-go kidnapping. Should Lamina be captured by the Varan, they'd haul her off into the woods. When the battle ended, the Varan may ransom her off back to Gotaia for the right price... (Our records indicate Vald's entry was quite some time ago, and while it then became unsure of where his mercenaries were (Vald appeared to show up in New Brimiarde alone), the one thing certain is that after the invasion of New Brimiarde, packs of unidentified horsemen (that is, they do not know their "rank or PN") would not capable of running freely or in disguise in the region. These troops therefore could not exist, except perhaps on the farthest fringes of the New Brimiarde region, which would be much, much too far to suddenly intervene in time.) If they did attempt to intervene, it'd be towards a battle so far away they'd have a difficult time making out two females running, if they could even see that it was a battle at all. The farmhouse in question, from the closest distance from which one could observe without crossing into the numerous military checkpoints and patrols, would be but a speck in the distance. Keizhi ran and ran. The edge of the Misty Woods loomed over her like a dark, mysterious sanctuary. Yet before she could make it to the tree line, the thundering of hooves had overtaken her and shed raise her arms, kneeling in defeat. She wanted more than anything to signal to them that she did not intend to fight. She had no means of actually fighting.much less against soldiers on horseback who outnumbered her. She felt a fear she had never felt before, as the look in her eyes begged for some semblance of mercy. Like Vald, she was somewhat of a third party and was not an indoctrinated member of the Resistance - just in the wrong place at the wrong time... Keizhi would not be killed, but shackled and taken prisoner. She'd be blindfolded and taken to a distant guard checkpoint, where she'd be further processed as a prisoner of war and her fate decided upon.
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Warden Sherwood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 39
Physical Description: Toned, grizzled, been on the road too long.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly furs, scrap armor, different things he can find.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 21:19:22 GMT -8
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Post by Warden Sherwood on Mar 8, 2016 21:17:43 GMT -8
Warden continues his pursuit of Lamina. They still have some distance before they reach the woods and while Lamina seemed to be gaining on him, he keeps up the chase, knowing the widely spread out but hoarded cavalry would stop her long before then. It just wasn't likely that the cavalry that were positioned to cut down a rout would mobilize only once she had run far off range and near the woods. Being seen chasing her mattered--it meant he would get paid more for being more effective. Standing on the sidelines never seemed to help.
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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 8, 2016 21:51:32 GMT -8
Lamina kept running. Nimbly leaping over obstacles and dashing around the corners of homesteads and fences, she brought herself closer and closer to the tree line. Yet some time before even Keizhi could make it in, a cavalry response had flooded the hills and countryside around New Brimiarde's northern farmland. Again the dragons appeared in the sky, and at their sight Lamina couldn't help but feel a tremendous wave of guilt wash over her. Was she simply a chip, a pawn in this much larger political game, a symbol over which great machinations of war and beasts of destruction risked life after life to preserve? She ran so fast the tears streaming down her reddened cheeks flew back in the wind, before men on horses would catch up to her if they pursued in full gallop. If surrounded, she would stare each down with an angry glare, emerald eyes narrowed ferociously above the wet streaks of her tears. She pivoted in place to and fro, trying impossibly to keep sight on all of them at the same time. A part of her that had nestled in to her shattered psyche wanted her to die, wanted her to let go and never to live another day again. But a more primitive feeling urged her survival, begged her to fear that which had become real. She wanted to die, but not this day, not in this way...
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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:
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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 8, 2016 22:53:02 GMT -8
Freyja looks back up at the Lavorin and growls. Clearly she won't have an easy time of decimating their troops with that beast in the sky. Those same crackling balls of mana begin to form behind her as she turns back around and dives swiftly toward the ground, slowing down just enough to snatch Lamina up without killing her from the impact before speeding up to breakneck speeds again.
Her gigantic claw is quite the warm resting place, and it stops the wind from battering Lamina's face too badly, though the g-forces involved still might cause some loss of breath and temporary blackout. "Calm, my child, you will be safe soon," she says, her ethereal voice clear despite the whipping winds, reverberating in the back of one's mind in an odd, slightly disconcerting and yet magically soothing way. Unfortunately, she can't save the other without risking both, so she settles for one life saved this day. A child, at that. These people are even more horrific than she originally thought...why would Storm Wing ally with these folk?
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 9, 2016 2:51:55 GMT -8
(I'm all out of cards, so I'll skip this turn. The Varan Mercenaries were never there, I guess, and Vald is still waiting in the farmhouse to be processed)
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