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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 7:41:33 GMT -8
This island seems small at first, but one may get lost in the jungles here. The sounds of the macaw may greet you! Will you delve into exploring this place or are you content with laying on the beach? |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 10:48:33 GMT -8
<Warped in from the misty woods>
After a moment to realize that he was no longer in the misty woods the Druid made the realization that he was stuck on an island. "How the hell!?" The druid was throwing a fit on the beach. The Misty Woods had somehow warped him to the Island and he had no way of leaving. But if the woods could warp him to the island, it should be possible to return the same way. The jungle would provide him with all the energy he needed to reopen a path to the Misty Woods.
The Druid entered the jungle and wandered through it until he came to small clearing with a stream flowing through. Here the Druid sat and meditated. Drawing energy from the plant life around him, the animal life as well. The Druids body became aglow with the natural energies. He would use no incantations or spells. The wards and spell he used in the Misty woods once more manifested on his form. He returned to his entry point.
He would tear through with the primal magic now flowing through him. He reached out with his mind to the place where he entered the Island. The hole he was sent through was still there, connected to The Misty Woods. He reached out with his magic and tore the hole open once more. He sent himself through with the magic now flowing through him.
<Return to the Misty Woods>
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Leah J. Vilian
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Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: A lady never reveales her age.
Physical Description: Leah is a pale skinned, sea-blue eyed, black haired young woman. (Her skin is usually olive if she stands or travels under the sun, but due to one of her new expeditions she has had less sun.)Her figure is lean and muscular from working and training in her hometown. A scar runs from her neck to lower back and a black tattoo that goes all the way up her arm starting from the elbow. She stands at a height of 5'6 and knows her power of seduction quite well, but prefers not to use it.
Clothes and Equipment: Constantly wears Battle armour (no matter what) unless battle armour is banned from her missions. The red scarf that is draped around her arms are always with her as well as a small leather bracelet around her wrist. She wears a leather belt around her waist and can battle with any weapon she can get her hands on or has on her at the moment. Usually, carries around a knife with her and a vial of poison. Her owl is one of her most prized pets and she takes it everywhere with her.
Player's online availability : At noon and early at dawn.
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Post by Leah J. Vilian on Jun 24, 2016 7:41:51 GMT -8
<Falls from random portal.>
Leah looked around in wonder... Idel was dead. So. So. Dead. When Leah somehow got off this who knows where place she was going to skin Idel and then sell Idel as a chicken. Leah awoke from her vengeful thinking- This was not the time! Leah looked at the flourishing green around her. Ug, so much green, but there were only trees.
Leah found a rock that was pretty large for its size and sat on it... Suddenly, she felt a tug on her and before she knew it she was flying up somewhere-
<Returns to entrance of random portal in woods.>
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 18:29:19 GMT -8
Debris floated lazily to the shore at high tide as the dim light of the moon only deemed to barely illuminate the area. Resting upon a surprisingly intact barrel was the for of a young woman, arms draped over that bobbing vessel as the rest of her tired form was limply hanging over the other side. Gisselle gave a groan as her knees scraped along the sand beneath the surf, the barrel lodging itself against a glistening boulder. A huff of breath and a grunt happened next as she stumbled to her feet, water logged boots dragging through the saline as she tripped several times onto solid ground.
Her stomach heaved as she purged of sea, a good several minutes before she could even move any further. y some stroke of luck, she was alive! Swollen eyes squinted through the darkness as the half drowned lass crawled exhaustively away from the foamy waves, leaving tracks in her wake. She didn't stop until she collapsed onto a patch of grass and rolled heavily onto her back.
As soon as she knew she was safe, at least from the sea, she let her eyes drift closed and fell into a deep slumber, too tired to care that she was drenched.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 14, 2016 19:11:28 GMT -8
Carried along on the tide is another body. As it washes onto the beach the figure is dumped and then picked up and back out over and over. It appears to be a man with pale skin, black hair, and a long black coat. He isn't moving and at first glance may even be dead. A closer examination would confirm that for the casual observer. Only if one were to check his pulse would they find the faint traces of a pulse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 19:22:46 GMT -8
The surf near Ripper began to roil, and then a large blue-skinned form burst out of the water, sharp teeth gnashing. Old scars and new wounds leaking blood gleamed in the light as the wereshark trudged up to the half-dead (Or was it entirely dead? She'd never been sure when it came to Ripper) man and grabbed him by the back of the coat, hauling him up out of the water and dropping him on the shore. Yanking a thick spar of wood out of her leg, Laila dropped to the sand with a grunt, the elongated snout, dorsal fin, and tail of her changed form shrinking away into her usual tanned, redheaded features. She looked exhausted. And salty. Not to mention her clothes were pretty thoroughly ripped and clung to her body. But at least she had her damn weapons. Coughing hoarsely, she crawled weakly over to Ripper and gave him a shake.
"Oi. Ripper. Are ye alive, matey?" The words were croaked in a rough voice, and trickled off into a growl as she noticed another figure slumped further up the shore. What the hell was this, castaway island?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 19:41:26 GMT -8
Assuming it had been enough time between castaways, Gisselle dimly registered the sound of a voice from a short distance away. The small woman slapped a rubbery feeling hand on her own forehead as a giggle involuntarily bubbled beyond her lips. What happened? Where-- oh yes... The Silver Mermaid, the ship she had been on for two, long years, had been wrecked in a storm... She sat up and slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream of dismay that tried to rip forth. /her captain, her lover, the man she was delusional in thinking he loved her back, went down with the ship.
She had been kidnapped by Captain Perry and warped into a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome, though she did't recognize that in herself. She had forgotten her struggle and resistance and ended up his most loyal crew member... Before that? She was a slave, and coincidentally, he was the captain on the ship she was on before selling her, then stealing her back due to the admiration and lust for her fiery spirit. To her, he was her only family, and now he was dead.
"Mon dieu..." she whispered, and tried to focus on the sound that woke her.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 14, 2016 19:50:30 GMT -8
Ripper snorts and heaves up a pint of sea water. He then rolls a bit to look at Lalia. And here he thought he'd be alone on this island. Ah well, that was what he got for wishful thinking. Pushing himself to his feet he takes stock of his situation. He had hypothermia and he felt terrible. Luckily it was nothing he wouldn't recover from.
"Yeah I'm alive...Ahhhhhhh.... That was a hell of a storm."
He yawns loudly and his teeth chitter a bit as he talks. Cold and tired, this sucked just like most things.
"Ugh, it's just you and me? I guess that means I'll have to do work. I wish I could die so you could just kill me."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 19:57:08 GMT -8
"Ye an' me an' whoe'er yon lassie is." This was croaked as she gestured vaguely toward the woman further down the beach who looked like a ghost. All pale skin and dark hair and dress. She was trembling, partially blood loss, partially the cold, partially adrenaline, partially exhaustion. Honestly she was amazed she was still conscious. Her eyes were slightly too wide as she babbled, her pupils dilated.
"We need t'build a fire an' find fresh water an' get some grub in us."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 20:07:44 GMT -8
She settled her eyes upon the duo that had joined her from, perhaps, a shipwreck of their own. The common tongue they used was still mostly unfamiliar and guttural, no matter that she'd been around it. She, herself, spoke in broken common, and preferred her native tongue. But she recognized she was being spoke of if only for a moment. She gave a shiver, herself, nd began the daunting task of removing those water logged boots, then her silk stockings - the last gift from the good captain. She made no effort as yet to join the others, being that she was wary and tired... And cold... for the moment, she watched carefully to see what the others did.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 14, 2016 20:19:57 GMT -8
"I'll get to work on the.... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... fire. But if anyone asks I didn't pull my weight."
Ripper starts to groan, but it turns into another yawn. What Laila said sound like a lot of work. Well he guess he'd have to get to it. Rolling to his feet he stomps off into the nearby jungle to find some dead wood. Once he has a pile he returns to the beach. He pulls a flint and steel from a water proof pocket and starts a small fire. That done he moves into the surf to start dragging out salvage.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 20:25:15 GMT -8
"Guess I'll see if'n I can find some water an' somethin' t'haul it in." She grumbled and staggered to her feet, trudging further inland. Finding a coconut tree, she picked up a few coconuts around the base and hauled them back over to where Ripper was building the fire. Finding a large rock, she cracked them open and set them nearby. Drinking the milk out of one, she sighed. She'd go in search of food in a minute. She wasn't looking forward to going back in the water, especially without a harpoon or net to help her hunt.
As she sat there warming herself beside the fire, she eyed the girl curiously.. and warily. Who was she? What had she been doing on a ship? She didn't look the type. Then again, neither had Romelia or Fiona.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 21:08:45 GMT -8
Indeed, she was just a tiny thing. She watched as a fire was lit, then crept cautiously forward, boots in hand. She dropped the boots unceremoniously near the woman, not to take care of, for they were't within arms reach in any case, and she padded tiredly to the barrel to roll it toward the spot. "For fire," she said in a heavy, accented voice, then started to pull the lacing of her corset out and padded off to find palm leaves to make pallets with. Like it or not, they were marooned together, and her days in the streets had taught her to do what you had to do. By the time she came back, she flopped the bundle down and eyed them, "No time for shy, cold." Then she grunted and untied the string, starting to divide her find into three, one set further away from the others.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 15, 2016 1:54:11 GMT -8
From the surf, brilliantly yellow reptilian eyes watched the shoreline, and the people upon it. She absentmindedly chewed on a piece of driftwood the size of a small tree, hidden completely by the roiling surf, save for a few branches. Neva was in her true form, that of a massive dragongator, damn near fifty meters long, quite a bit of which was tail.
She debated whether she should go help them, but then decided to wait and see. Perhaps they were from that pirate ship she had sunk. Bastards had been island hopping, hunting anything bigger than a mouse to extinction, and they had felt the full wrath of her might. If these were survivors, they would not be long in this world.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 15, 2016 8:26:05 GMT -8
Once Ripper had a sizable pile of wreckage on the shore he came back to the fire. Yawning he flops down and then winces. Grunting he searches under his coat and finds a massive chunk of wood buried in his side. That was odd their ship hadn't wrecked had it? Of course he'd been asleep so eh. Reaching down he tears the wood out and tosses it on the fire. Then he fumbles some thread and a needle gets to work stitching the wound.
"You know this is the first time I've been deserted on an island with other people. Hopefully our escape goes better than my last two."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 10:30:55 GMT -8
"`opefully th' others will come lookin' fer us." But even Laila sounded uncertain. The only person on the ship who'd given a rat's ass about her was her sister, and even then, she had no doubts about Fiona's first loyalties - they were to Fiona herself. Not liking the thoughts she was thinking, Laila gave herself a brisk shake and stood.
"`m gonna go find us some grub an' fresh water." With that, she moved off into the woods on the island.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 15:22:52 GMT -8
She looked between the two again, faced with trying to understand half of what was being said. She then set about destroying the barrel, determined to warm up whether they noticed her presence or not. She pulled her rapier, the only thing she had with which to pry the bands loose. It was clear that if she wanted to use it on them, she would have brandished the thing as soon as she spotted them. Elle placed the tip of the weapon in a strategic spot and began to wiggle it to and fro. Wood creaked in protest, but she didn't pay the sound any mind. Ignoring the splinter she received, she concentrated on her task until a stave broke free from the top hoop. She set her weapon down, paused long enough to pull the splinter, shimmy out of her petticoat and tear a strip from the frilly undergarment to wrap around said stave so she could get a better grip.
The stave eventually broke free, and was tossed toward the wood pile... She would repeat the process until half of the barrel was destroyed, and there was a nice pile started. She was shaking with cold and fatigue by the time she settled in to warn her hands, crouching by the fire. No, she was not aware of wet wood making a bad fire, it wasn't her ob on the ship to start a fire, she was in charge of putting the men to work and fixing things.
Nor was she aware they were being watched by a creature from afar.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 15, 2016 15:58:40 GMT -8
Ripper finished stitching his side and then lay out again. Still a bit stiff, but he could properly relax. Good. Yawning he watched the show of the girl tearing up the barrel. He didn't try to hide his wondering eyes. Let her think what she will, she was in no danger from him. Too much effort involved in that kind of thing. Still never hurt to appreciate a view. Once she was done he said with a yawn.
"Just so you know that woods near useless for burning right now. Lay it out near the fire to let it dry out a bit."
He waits to see if his instructions are followed. Ready to repeat himself or answering any questions. Once she did what he needed he figures he should be polite.
"I'm Ripper, the woman is Laila. You are?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 16:01:58 GMT -8
They might be able to detect a ruckus from the woods, albeit slightly far away, and then several minutes later, Laila returned with a large wild pig slung over her shoulders. One that looked far too big for he to carry, in fact. But she was more muscled than she appeared. Dropping it near the fire, she pulled out one of her knives and began to skin it, muttering as she did so.
"There be a spring 'bout a 'undred paces in. We can use coconut shells fer 'oldin' water 'til we find somethin' better t'serve."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 17:55:28 GMT -8
She was too pooped to reply to the man when he gave directions, and didn't seem to care that he admired the view as she's been quite used to it. She did as directed though, laying them out, then moving back to her seat. Because he was giving the brief look, he would be able to see the slight limp she'd worked for a few years to learn to hide, and an ugly scar might come into view on her thigh from a sword that obviously nearly caused amputation, which would have been a shame due to the shapeliness of both legs. One could also see the faint scars around her ankles, wrists, and neck from shackles if they were sharp enough. It wasn't hard to figure out she'd been a slave by that and her easy submission.
"Gisselle." She replied with her thick accent after staring at him to try and concentrate on his common tongue. It wouldn't normally be this hard, but they were all tired... Though she gave a grunt of appreciation for the other woman's strength. She popped a squat and brooded, wondering what had become of the crew and her captain/lover/owner.
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