Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 9, 2016 10:22:14 GMT -8
The cavalry would give up on Lamina once she was in the clutches of a dragon, going instead for the next logical target, the farmhouse. While not exactly there to charge the farmhouse or the rear of their amassed ranks, they did encircle it to assure that none on the opposing side would survive. Vald was the only one who'd be spared, as he did not fight them and they were unaware of the extent to which he had battled Wedge; he'd be taken to the same guard outpost as Keizhi for processing. Everyone else would be shown no quarter. The farmhouse would eventually be razed to the ground with fire, and the last of the fighters surrounded and engaged until the very end. Warden's efforts would go noticed, but Lamina was regarded as a lost cause. Of course some riders would keep an eye on her and her serpentine rescuer, and follow its shadow until it was no longer feasible.
With New Brimiarde retaken and Lamina lost, many updates needed to be relayed back to Stonevale for further decision making. The battle had concluded.
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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 9, 2016 10:51:53 GMT -8
Morgana is severely wounded and goes down in the battle. Her soldiers are all killed, but not before fighting well and killing many of their enemies. Morgana would appear to be dying by all physical indicators: shallow breath, heavy bleeding, chilled extremities..
However, if the Goraians don't think to execute her on the spot, making sure of her death, she'll wake up several days later, weak and in pain, blood pooled underneath her. After several minutes of a hazy wakefulness that's barely considered conscious, she'll suddenly become extremely lucid. Wounds cover her body. She aches with pains all over. She grasps her spear and shield desperately and begins to pull herself weakly toward the woodland. Luckily, there are likely no soldiers remaining to catch her, given that it's several days later.
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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 9, 2016 11:09:44 GMT -8
Freyja looks back to see that the Goraians aren't, in fact, following her and breathes a sigh of relief. Truly, they are safe now. She dives down to shrink into her human form at the very edge of the woods, Lamina draped in her arms in a sort of princess carry. She escapes into the woods with the girl, miraculously almost entirely unscathed despite her battle with the dragon. For the Lady of the Moon, things had gone unexpectedly well. [Escape to The Misty Woods]
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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 14:45:03 GMT -8
( Goraia) Vald is wounded and not wholly angry with the troops, so he cooperates to the T and does everything that is asked of him. He was a noble of Asgeir, and he needed to represent himself as such. He wondered if he would become a martyr, or let free. (I do need to know what is to become of him; if freed he will vanish for the time being; otherwise I will play out his death/execution scene)
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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 10, 2016 8:54:24 GMT -8
Destrin and Morgana would be executed on the spot--her body and those of her companions would eventually be gruesomely mangled. All, including their own, would be thrown into the huge fire that had become of the farmhouse. Vald would be escorted to the border. Provided he explained he was not a citizen, he would get lucky with the oversight of a relatively merciful magistrate, and let go on the eastern border. Vald had managed to slip through the cracks between fates most others would be forced to suffer, regardless of who they were. Keizhi was among those who would suffer such a fate. She'd be sent to Mazorana, after being gifted for an evening to the troops as one of the spoils of war.
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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 10, 2016 9:48:39 GMT -8
(Aw laaaaame)
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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 11, 2016 14:53:00 GMT -8
<exit>
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Post by The red cloaked figure on Apr 1, 2018 22:56:39 GMT -8
Morgana GreyspearA flame still lingered it seemed... If only embers, but never discredit an ember in a world of tinder. The Goraia soldier sneered down at the woman before him, nothing but hate in his gaze as his sword raced for the warrior’s throat--- silent lightning struck at the moment before Morgan’s fate was sealed by the sword. The world became fractured with thin threads of white light coating everything before the warrior’s gaze--- Magic. A moment hung from the edge of a razor, that’s what Morgana was experience now. She would not be able to move, to breath, to even hear her own heart thundering away in her chest, for all was still as glass. If a puppet could explain what it was like for all of its threads to be snatched away by the puppeteer, he could explain exactly how Morgana would feel as an unnatural chill swept over her body and pulled her upright --- life raced back to her limbs, air came rushing back to her, as did the weight of existence. She was free to move again. A figure clad in heavy red robes sat on thin air, one hand propping the figures obscured face up. “ Such spark, it would be a shame to let something so--- unique vanish.” The words slid across her mind like oil, pervading even the quietest corners of her mind. Should the warrior move, she would be able to see her own form still waiting for the blade to cleave her head from her shoulders, both still covered in the fractures.
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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 Apr 2, 2018 18:18:56 GMT -8
With a sharp intake of breath, Morgana's eyes bolt open, the chill that permeates her body causing a painful tremor to work its way down her spine. As she abruptly lunges at the robed figure, she happens to glance down at her own lifeless figure lying before her. Her eyes narrow at the robed figure, ignoring his words as she takes stock of her situation, eyes darting this way and that. "Who are you, witch? What do you want with me?" she hisses at him. She realises her lack of power in this situation, but she doesn't show any fear or trepidation, her expression instead one of stalwart anger. More than an ember still remains in this woman's soul, it would seem, despite the condition of her physical form.
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Post by The red cloaked figure on Apr 8, 2018 15:33:48 GMT -8
The faceless mage floats out of range effortlessly, threats of white magic pulling him along. "Such a way to treat someone who's delayed your fate." He said motioning to the soiler still mid-swing. " Since you do not seem to be one for, polite words,I will be brief so you can return to your demise should it please you. I require someone of your bloodline to assist me in my goal of removing magic from this realm. Far too long has it been a blight on this world and I would rather enjoy being the one who removes this plague from existence." He explained.
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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 Apr 8, 2018 16:16:30 GMT -8
Morgana narrows her eyes at the red-clothed man, eyeing him up and down. What he proposes is appealing, but she's been wrenched from her body and is now in some sort of encounter outside of time itself. This was magic itself, she can smell it. "Oh indeed? And how exactly are you doing this, if not by utilizing that 'blight' yourself, mage?" she asks, spitting that last word as if the very syllable puts a vile taste in her mouth. She crosses her arms, ever belligerent despite her predicament, and stares daggers in the red-garbed man's direction. "If you are to use magic to pull me away, you may as well let me die. I will not sully myself with such a crutch, for I am a Greyspear, and we do not allow magic to influence us in any way," she continues, convicted and passionate.
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Post by The red cloaked figure on Apr 8, 2018 16:28:05 GMT -8
The mage bowed his hooded head, arms opened wide with his palms upwards. " I intend to use the blight to end the blight, some of us require crutches to do great things where others do not. One can not eradicate something they do not understand. " He explained. " And I do intend to whisk you away from your fate with the assistance of this magic. " You say you do not let magic shape you, yet you see what others can not, and you shape your life around magic if only its existence. Thus you are very much controlled by magic, you and every other Greyspear to walk this realm. Would you not be the one to free your family from this plague? And the family of all others from its wretched grasp? " He suggested meeting her daggers with a level, eyeless gaze.
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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 Apr 28, 2018 12:37:59 GMT -8
"You may as well let me die, witch," spits the Greyspear. "Your pretty words are those of a liar and a hypocrite. One cannot eliminate magic with magic; such is a self-perpetuating cycle. One must swear away from it entirely. You have no dominion over me, and I will not join you on your liar's quest." She crosses her arms violently, as if to punctuate her words, and her glare only grows colder as she stares at the red-cloaked man. Death, to her, is not something to be feared, and being rescued by magic would surely be a worse fate.
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