Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 26, 2016 19:37:55 GMT -8
With his job done and now having witnesses. He let out a blood curdling roar towards the bandits before speedily making his way back to camp. he would have to be catious and perhaps use one of his items power to get back in the camp undetected. <Exit to Aozora Camp>
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Bandit Thug
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 31, 2016 18:43:01 GMT -8
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Post by Bandit Thug on Apr 26, 2016 19:39:33 GMT -8
All faces within the camp lost their color, most even pissing themselves when the wolf roared right into their faces. One man had enough voice to speak. "S...S...Sir? Was that a Scar Beast?"
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Bandits
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Mar 31, 2016 18:39:59 GMT -8
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Post by Bandits on Apr 26, 2016 19:42:00 GMT -8
While the Highwayman would never admit it, he shit himself just a moment ago from fear. "Lad, if that was a Scar Beast, it wasn't one anyone has seen yet. Look at the wounds again, no mindless Scar Beast can be so accurate. That thing was intelligent." In a flurry with his cape he announced to his men. "Everyone back to camp, no one leaves the perimeter. We have to reorganize our security." With that, they all left back to their camp.
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 12:39:31 GMT -8
On the outskirts of the farmland, several spear-wielding, cat-eared people arrived from the edge of a nearby forest. Moving swiftly towards the fields under the cover of night, they would do their best to remain unseen by any watches...
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Scar Harvestman
Established
Slowly Heading North
Roleplay posts: 11
Physical Description: Eight 80 Meter long thin legs, a 60 meter long tail with a blade on the end, 6 Eyes of varying sizes, covered in hard chitin on the bottom of body with many eggs stuck to its underside. Parts of its body are Bio-Luminescent, giving off a blue glow in the night.
Registered: Aug 23, 2016 17:35:14 GMT -8
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Post by Scar Harvestman on Aug 23, 2016 18:15:45 GMT -8
Deep in the southern land of Fareen, there is a giant chasm, the World Scar. It is rumored to spawn fel beasts within it, tales told by farmers about bizarrely warped wolves and other creatures. These rumors are true, the World Scar is filled with some sort of dark magic that mutates animals inside it, a side effect of the cataclysm. Now the latest terror is unleashed upon the land. Not far from Aozora's new settlement, scouts could spot smoke rising above the treeline. An old Fareen village was being destroyed in a great fire of unknown origin. Chittering and hissing noises could be heard getting closer to the patrols, the men would be still and they heard the crunching of soil and the rustling of leaves. The men would scream as a massive but thin appendage extended through the treeline and pierced the soil, 7 more of these appendages came from above, the men narrowly avoid being stepped on as they watch what appears to be a giant spider, resembling the Opiliones, passing over them. On the underside of the massive arachnid were many pink squishy orbs with little black things wriggling around inside. Though the scout avoided being stepped on, tey didn't expect the tail of the creature! The Tail doubled the overall space taken up by The Harvestman and was thin like its other appendages with a blade at the tip which sliced a man in half as it swept by, another man got a deep laceration and screamed as the wound bubbled from the Harvestman's toxin. The Scar Harvestman continues to stride through the landscape, seeking warmth, moisture and food to make a perfect place to lay hatch her eggs. This was the biggest creature to ever come out of the World Scar, those who didn't know or believe the tales would after today. << Heading north towards the Northern Ao Border >>
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 23, 2016 19:23:59 GMT -8
The ground began to quake... in rapid and even intervals, something huge shook the earth so much that grass could be heard swishing underfoot. The Keata look on from their hiding spots in shock and awe.... The chance encounter was too much to stick around for, and they retreated into the depths of the night once it had passed.
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Aug 28, 2016 22:52:25 GMT -8
The tribe returned many nights later. They arrived in force from three sides, warriors dashing through the plain from nearby woods and towards the town from three different angles. They arrived in larger numbers than previously seen...
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Fareen
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 31, 2016 17:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Fareen on Sept 1, 2016 12:29:21 GMT -8
The villages that the Keata Tribe encounter would be classified as small farming villages. Mostly barren fields with sparse well tended crops. These outcroppings of grown food are all there is to sustain the small communities within the area, and they are guarded by those amongst the populace whom can wield weapons, forming a militia. They are not overly concerned during daytime patrols as the woods are a fair distance and any bandits could be spotted easily due to the little amount of cover. At night, the patrols are brought back to the village and its wooden walls and palisades. It was dangerous at night, and no one was willing to walk outside the walls because of it.
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Ram Jam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: Late 20s
Registered: Mar 28, 2016 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Ram Jam on Sept 2, 2016 12:35:23 GMT -8
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Sept 2, 2016 13:55:23 GMT -8
Hans followed the man, bow in his hands and his blessed flag wrapped around his hand. He only needed Ram to track the path to get close to the tribals, not to actually find them. The brotherhood flag he had would light up with a black flame when he was finally near them. Of course peace was to be hoped for, but one could not back down. The soldiers must have their things returned.
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Sept 2, 2016 21:35:47 GMT -8
They would arrive from the woods and try to steal any easily accessible crops. Any patrols that seemed vulnerable would be targets of robberies, and any travelers that dare go outside the palisades of some of the better protected villages would be attacked.
Provided defenses weren't higher than normal one night, Ram and Hansel might come upon a recent farm, which seemed to have had some crops stolen. A few silhouettes disappearing into the moonlight, moving toward the woods, and they would be gone... but should Ram or Hansel see something moving in the corners of their eyes, they'd catch a rough idea of what direction they might be fleeing. They seemed to have caught the tribals at the end of a raid. They only showed up at night, when the patrols receded to the walls of their villages and the farmlands were exposed.
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Fareen
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 31, 2016 17:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Fareen on Sept 3, 2016 9:53:07 GMT -8
While there were a few crops unprotected by patrols at night, that did not mean they were undefended. Traps long since set by villagers at the start of the growing season, moved patches of dirt now having equal grass grown out of the soil. Even keen eyes would have trouble locating the potentially lethal and if not crippling bear maw traps and light spell tripwires. The first of which has metal claws bite into the thighs of any poor soul whom steps on it, the second causing the sod to become blind from the contrast of night and light. Both set to launch a magic flare so that the area would soon be peppered by archers from the safety of the palisades.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Sept 3, 2016 11:25:48 GMT -8
Hans turned to Ram, face red behind his helmet. "Come on, stop them! Send the images! I don't want to shoot but I will if given no choice!" He knocked an arrow into his bow, ready to unleash a flurry of steel upon them. He'd prepare to run after them if Ram would not get them to stop. They might be expert navigators of the forests but he needed no expertise, he would just smash through any obstacles, even some rocks.
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Sept 4, 2016 8:27:17 GMT -8
While there were a few crops unprotected by patrols at night, that did not mean they were undefended. Traps long since set by villagers at the start of the growing season, moved patches of dirt now having equal grass grown out of the soil. Even keen eyes would have trouble locating the potentially lethal and if not crippling bear maw traps and light spell tripwires. The first of which has metal claws bite into the thighs of any poor soul whom steps on it, the second causing the sod to become blind from the contrast of night and light. Both set to launch a magic flare so that the area would soon be peppered by archers from the safety of the palisades. They wouldn't get away with much before a trap and flare went off. "Aaah!" Suddenly, they all started running back towards the woods. Their raid had been foiled, and as arrows began to fly, the tribals retreated. The trap would have the evidence of someone's blood. Apparently, a trap did its job well. However, their retreat was not wholly successful... they were now being chased by Ram Jam and Hansel.
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Ram Jam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: Late 20s
Registered: Mar 28, 2016 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Ram Jam on Sept 5, 2016 19:51:18 GMT -8
"Right! I have to get close!" Ram Jam runs after the tribals in full sprint, using the power of Black Betty to boost the strength of his stride, allowing him to go unnaturally fast for a human. Once he was within 10 meters he'd try to alert them to his presence raising both his hands in front of him to concentrate his power to break large branches ahead of the tribals. The telekenetic powers of Black Betty pull on the trees and snap the branches free and levitate them into the shape of an X in front of the Keata Tribe, signalling to stop. Once they noticed, he would release the branches and stand for them to see that he was a man who drew no weapon on them.
His warhammer remained on his back, he would not make a move to grab it unless it seemed like he needed to fight. At this moment, Ram wanted to attempt communication with the tribals.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Sept 6, 2016 8:13:47 GMT -8
He runs after Ram-Jam, completely smashing through a tree in his path. A few animals caught under his boots get splattered as the Knight runs. He would eventually stop beside Ram-Jam, and lean down panting. "You're a fine runner for someone who's not a soldier."
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Sept 14, 2016 13:00:05 GMT -8
Most scattered, but a group of six of them stopped, having been more or less bunched in a group and had the tree branches rise in the shape of an X to signal them to stop. They could have just bolted around the barrier, but Ram Jam's enchantment on his running speed meant they'd be closed in on swiftly... and perhaps there were more of them. They saw Hansel running right after Ram Jam.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Sept 15, 2016 15:03:09 GMT -8
Splinters and pebbles flying left and right, he would merely follow Ram Jam, panting a little and with an arrow in his bow.
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Ram Jam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: Late 20s
Registered: Mar 28, 2016 16:41:00 GMT -8
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Post by Ram Jam on Sept 19, 2016 18:56:08 GMT -8
"Heya!" Ram Jam waves and would take some steps forward, holding his hands out to his sides showing he meant no harm. He'd then point to himself, "Ram."
Then he pointed back at Hansel, "Hans."
He then gestured toward the tribals. He wasn't quite close enough to use telepathy, he would use basic communications to gain their trust to get closer.
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The Keata Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Registered: Aug 21, 2016 22:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Keata Tribe on Sept 24, 2016 8:05:41 GMT -8
They stood silently. Up close, they could see that many of them wore light furs, crude charms, and a few of them had abstract and colorful face masks, with slits for eyes and with protruding holes around the mouths. At first, it seemed as though they were receptive to their greetings, as members of the stopped gaggle of tribals began to close in on their flanks, as though to meet them partway in the middle. But ultimately, they'd find that they'd become surrounded. One of them stepped forwards. A young girl's voice chirped, "Tsii mir vizh!"
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