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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 1, 2016 20:43:09 GMT -8
 The Port of Avelius.The port of Avelius is the most lively part of the city. The omnipresent danger of Fae and Wilding raids at the farms have turned many to the life of a fishermen. The majority of the workforce in Avelius are employed on the docks. Even those who do not work here often come to visit. They sit in the seaside taverns gazing at the sea and hoping. Hoping to see a dwarven ship come to trade, hoping to see a transport ship large enough to carry them away, hoping to see their long lost prince return. |
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Captain Arthur Maddock
Established
Roleplay posts: 36 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Arthur is of roughly average height for a human male at 5'10", with a light but solid build of essentially no body fat at about 160 lbs. His figure, nonetheless, is very striking thanks to his hair (so pale blonde as to look white in almost any light) and eyes (ostensibly a light grey, but appearing silver in many settings). A very quick way to get on the Captain's bad side is to call his face androgynous, pretty, or anything of the sort -- the eccentric pirate has heard it often before, and generally responds violently. Considering his profession, Arthur has incredibly few scars... whether due to prowess in battle or cunningly avoiding it being a matter of some debate outside of his crew.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur is almost always clad in one of several identical outfits consisting of his black tricorn hat trimmed in a dark red (and adorned with what the Captain often claims is "a genuine pixie skull, mate"), a lace-up white shirt generally worn unlaced at the top to help him stay cool and because he thinks it looks dashing, black lace-up pants worn laced up and belted with a length of silk cloth because it wouldn't do to have one's pants fall down in a boarding action, very fine black leather boots, and generally a black long coat with a very elaborate, high collar to shield him from both sun and inclement weather. Like many sailors he wears some few ornaments, primarily beads, in his hair -- even the few he wears tend to click together when he turns his head rapidly or in a strong wind. His only jewelry consists of an old silver signet ring bearing caravels on waves and, like almost every member of the Silver Shrike's crew, a simple necklace bearing a ship's wheel charm. Arthur keeps several daggers concealed about his person, like any sensible brigand, and carries his schiavona -- a basket-hilted blade much like a slightly shorter, broader rapier, a weapon of war rather than one for dueling and useful for both cut and thrust -- at all times, including to the head or bed. He has been known to carry a hand-crossbow for the initial stages of a boarding action.
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Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:16:58 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Arthur Maddock on Apr 21, 2016 16:11:24 GMT -8
The flying frigate dubbed the Silver Shrike wasn't as shocking a sight in the port of Avelius as it would have been in many places. The pirate turned privateer turned (at least temporarily) royal transport came to rest at a short distance from one of the docks, and then descended just enough for the ramp to be lowered to the dock without being too steep for armored or encumbered men to walk up and down. That ramp was put in place by a couple of seamen; it actually was held in place by clever placement of pegs and notches, keeping it from sliding while leaving it able to raise and lower as needed.
Once they were in place, tied off to the pier to keep them in place against the prevailing winds, Captain Maddock turned to Prince Averin with a grin. "See, Lord Alverio, we've arrived whole aft'rall." Inevitably Eirwynn would correct him, at which point Arthur would give the equally dependable response of, "Aye, Averin. 's what I said, 'wynn."
That little aside taken care of, the Captain turned to speak to the crew... well, more shout to them, really, a sequence of commands. "Finish securing that sail, you unwashed louts! Quartermaster, purser, get your sorry selves ashore for supplies! Scouting parties, gather your gear and get your arses off my ship! Does 'Sir Averin' wish to add anythin'...?" With that last, the Captain's attention turned back to the future King (at least if Arthur had his way; the current pretender wasn't worth much in the privateer's book) and bowed questioningly -- and also perhaps a bit mockingly. Wouldn't do to let the man's head swell too much; humility was a fine trait in nobility, after all.
Eirwynn Rodrick King Averin Arach Eliza Opal Sir Cairex Forgepyre Silas Rognar Hammerborn Damtion Chance Alastair Gwenneth Barclay
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Eirwynn Rodrick
Established
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Of average height for a human, Eirwynn is 5'5" and curvaceous, with slightly-tanned skin and a sturdy bone structure. She has dark brown hair that falls to just past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that have often been described as 'mercurial', as their exact coloring shifts between varying shades of brown, gold, and green depending upon her mood. Her face is attractive, if not beautiful in an eye-catching way, and she has often been described as 'cute' - which is a surefire way to end up with a sword pointed at your face. She has a smattering of scars across her body, including one across the right side of her face that bisects her eyebrow and continues down below her eye, but that's likely to be expected, given her chosen career.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her chosen attire generally consists of a pair of tight-fitting brown breeches, paired with a low-cut white shirt with slightly-loose sleeves, and a pair of low-heeled brown leather boots that come to a stop just shy of her knees. This is occasionally accessorized with any of a number of underbust corsets in varying colors, and/or a long brown coat that she often wears open. Typical accessories consist of a two brown leather belts - one wide, which seems to be purely for ornamental purposes (aside from holding her sword's scabbard), and a thinner one which carries a few pouches that hold various items (compass, coins, and a few heinous powders, mostly) - a red sash tied around her hips, and a number of charms and beads strung throughout her hair. She has two necklaces that she never takes off, one bearing a ship's wheel charm, and the other bearing a trio of roughly-cut semi-precious stones in black, blue, and white. She has a schiavona which never leaves her side, even when she's sleeping. What is perhaps her most distinctive possession is an oddly-shaped wood-and-metal club that she wears at her hip; despite its appearance, the item is in fact a weapon, and a projectile one at that, which she fondly refers to as her 'Thumper', given the noise the projectile bludgeoning instrument makes when it impacts its intended target - usually someone's skull. Enchanted by one of the rare wizards (who happens to be a close family friend) of Alban, the instrument is bespelled to return to her hand once thrown. It's her favored method of disciplining crew members, and they've all learned to fear the odd weapon, especially when it begins to emanate smoke as a sign of its owner's annoyance.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:59:40 GMT -8
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Post by Eirwynn Rodrick on Apr 21, 2016 16:17:07 GMT -8
Eirwynn supervised the lowering of the gangplank from her perch upon the rail of the quarterdeck, holding on to some of the rigging overhead to keep herself balanced as she watched. Once they were settled, she turned and hopped down, trotting over to where Arthur stood with Averin - just in time to hear her captain address their future king by the wrong name. Again. "Lord Averin, Cap'n." Once again, there was no point in correcting him, because he did the usual thing - claimed he said it right the first time. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she took up her place beside her white-haired captain, waiting to hear what the displaced soon-to-be-king had in store for the flying pirate crew; what did he want from them? Were their duties done?
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Apr 22, 2016 14:05:51 GMT -8
Averin stared out into the city of Avelius. This was the city he was born in, the city he was meant to rule. It looked... bleak, hopeless. The people walked as though there was a great weight on their shoulders. He supposed there was, the weight of inevitability. It was a city waiting for one force or another to finally break through and destroy them. He wanted to leap down from this ship, to run through the streets announcing who he was. He wanted to give these people hope. That would be cruel though. There was no guarantee he would succeed. They had lived in despair for a long time, they could last till he finished his quest. At least he hoped they could.
Eighteen people disembarked from the ship: Eliza, Cairex, Silas, Rognar, Damtion, Olive, and twelve of his original band. They would scout the lands on this side of the river for him. Averin, the crew of the Silver Shrike, Alastair, and Gwen would depart as soon as they were off. They would be heading across the river to the city of Sword. There he hopped he would gain the aid of the dwarves and restore part of An Dli's power. It was that or they would kill him, only time would tell.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 22, 2016 15:52:32 GMT -8
Despite his discomfort at being in a brand new location, the wolf was abiding by Sterges's advice and remaining in his human form. The people looked on edge, like a deer herd hounded by wolves for months. He was grateful to be off the ship though, anything was better than that nightmare all over again. He was happy enough to keep his paws on the ground, no need for any of that unnatural flying again. He looked around at those who disembarked with, waiting for the person in charge to start making decisions...or hand him a map, either one would work.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on Apr 23, 2016 9:43:25 GMT -8
Eliza disembarks, lifting her backpack. She stares up at sir Averin in wonder as he flies off, still not believing that he's actually the rightful king. Who would have thought? She hums a tune absently, and adjusts the quiver of arrows on her hip.
"Ah...so this is Alban? It looks so...bleak. Everyone looks so tired, so worried..."
She turns to the rest of the group, smiling nervously.
"So...we're supposed to walk down the river, right?"
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on Apr 25, 2016 11:54:53 GMT -8
Once the ramp was lowered Damtion would descend down it onto the dock, greatsword in hand. He would move to silently stand behind Eliza.
The armored figure did not seem to have any comments about the port or the state of it's people, instead he was silent as he usually was.
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The City of Avelius
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: The account controlling NPC activity in Avelius.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 19:16:17 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Avelius on Apr 27, 2016 19:27:28 GMT -8
As the party disembark from their ship, an immigration officer approached them smiling, holding a set of forms attached to a clipboard. he was accompanied by a guard, who stood grim-faced.
"Welcome to Avelius! You'll find nowhere nicer or more hospitable in all Alban. If you'd like to please fill there forms out with your names and business here, and we'll see to getting you all set up here."
He hastily distributed the paperwork amongst the party, along with pencils to fill it out. He seemed very personable and friendly, however his guard set a slightly somber mood to the occasion.
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Captain Arthur Maddock
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 28
Physical Description: Arthur is of roughly average height for a human male at 5'10", with a light but solid build of essentially no body fat at about 160 lbs. His figure, nonetheless, is very striking thanks to his hair (so pale blonde as to look white in almost any light) and eyes (ostensibly a light grey, but appearing silver in many settings). A very quick way to get on the Captain's bad side is to call his face androgynous, pretty, or anything of the sort -- the eccentric pirate has heard it often before, and generally responds violently. Considering his profession, Arthur has incredibly few scars... whether due to prowess in battle or cunningly avoiding it being a matter of some debate outside of his crew.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur is almost always clad in one of several identical outfits consisting of his black tricorn hat trimmed in a dark red (and adorned with what the Captain often claims is "a genuine pixie skull, mate"), a lace-up white shirt generally worn unlaced at the top to help him stay cool and because he thinks it looks dashing, black lace-up pants worn laced up and belted with a length of silk cloth because it wouldn't do to have one's pants fall down in a boarding action, very fine black leather boots, and generally a black long coat with a very elaborate, high collar to shield him from both sun and inclement weather. Like many sailors he wears some few ornaments, primarily beads, in his hair -- even the few he wears tend to click together when he turns his head rapidly or in a strong wind. His only jewelry consists of an old silver signet ring bearing caravels on waves and, like almost every member of the Silver Shrike's crew, a simple necklace bearing a ship's wheel charm. Arthur keeps several daggers concealed about his person, like any sensible brigand, and carries his schiavona -- a basket-hilted blade much like a slightly shorter, broader rapier, a weapon of war rather than one for dueling and useful for both cut and thrust -- at all times, including to the head or bed. He has been known to carry a hand-crossbow for the initial stages of a boarding action.
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Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:16:58 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Arthur Maddock on Apr 27, 2016 19:33:15 GMT -8
As soon as the parties had gone ashore and fresh supplies had been brought on board, the Silver Shrike was untied from the dock and brought into the air again, that ramp run up while sails were brought out. Arthur bawled a few orders to the seamen in the rigging, before nodding to Averin. "They'll keep. Been gettin' by for years, aft'r all." Was that a sympathetic comment? It certainly seemed that way, despite the glib delivery. And with that, they were off, speeding away as fast as the wind would carry them...
(OOC: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/35293/thread)
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 28, 2016 12:39:38 GMT -8
The wolf looked down in confusion at the papers in his hand. He sincerely hoped this wasn't the nicest or most hospitable place, as they didn't seem very hospitable to foreigners who may bear a resemblance to their enemy.
"What exactly is the point of these papers?"
His tone betrays his confusion, not any anger or frustration, although his eyes indicate his threat level even in his human form.
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The City of Avelius
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: The account controlling NPC activity in Avelius.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 19:16:17 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Avelius on Apr 28, 2016 13:33:14 GMT -8
"The point of these papers, sir," the officer said, quickly, "is to ensure you are documented and registered while in Avelius. We have some pretty... rough neighbours, and so the easiest way to protect you is to have you on the books." The guard was very cautious of the wolf, and the other man had a nervous, flighty tone to his voice. Neither of them fully trusted the wolf, who reminded them of the wildlings.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Apr 28, 2016 13:59:21 GMT -8
He could sense the tone of the man's voice, and the pair's discomfort was evident to the wolf.
"If it makes you all feel better, fine." He doubted he, or anyone else in this group, would be in need of protection. He filled out the paperwork without further comment, and handed it back to the official.
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The City of Avelius
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Physical Description: The account controlling NPC activity in Avelius.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 19:16:17 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Avelius on May 1, 2016 12:17:40 GMT -8
"Wonderful! You're now permitted to move amongst the city as you should wish," the officer said as he collected the papers. "enjoy your stay in Avelius - oh, and I'd reccomend not travelling beyond the walls. Things get a little hairy out there."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 2, 2016 3:52:25 GMT -8
The wolf winked at the man.
"I'm counting on it."
It seemed like everyone was now ready to go, the only question was in which direction would they be travelling?
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on May 3, 2016 20:43:25 GMT -8
After filling out the paperwork, Eliza walks over to the wolf, humming a tune.
"So, Cairex. Are you ready to head out? We're supposed to head down the river, right?"
She gestures with her bow in the direction she's talking about.
"Should we head out now, or look around the town first? It seems like the friendliest place we'll see in a while, but we're supposed to get a job done."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 4, 2016 4:12:48 GMT -8
"I am not much of a city person, so my vote would be to head out immediately. But if you want to take a look around I understand."
What he really wanted to do was to run. Not from anything, just in general, to feel the Earth beneath his paws as he ran. The ship had been confined and he had spent most of his time pacing about the decks.
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on May 4, 2016 14:16:05 GMT -8
Damtion would sign the papers without a word, scrawling down his name as simply 'Damtion'. With the papers now signed, he would gather up his greatsword once again, now ready to join the others on the expedition.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 7, 2016 6:26:27 GMT -8
He supposed he would be taking charge then, if they were headed for the Moors.
"Right then, let us be off! We have a long walk ahead of us and you two are a lot slower than I."
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Eirwynn Rodrick
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 28
Physical Description: Of average height for a human, Eirwynn is 5'5" and curvaceous, with slightly-tanned skin and a sturdy bone structure. She has dark brown hair that falls to just past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that have often been described as 'mercurial', as their exact coloring shifts between varying shades of brown, gold, and green depending upon her mood. Her face is attractive, if not beautiful in an eye-catching way, and she has often been described as 'cute' - which is a surefire way to end up with a sword pointed at your face. She has a smattering of scars across her body, including one across the right side of her face that bisects her eyebrow and continues down below her eye, but that's likely to be expected, given her chosen career.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her chosen attire generally consists of a pair of tight-fitting brown breeches, paired with a low-cut white shirt with slightly-loose sleeves, and a pair of low-heeled brown leather boots that come to a stop just shy of her knees. This is occasionally accessorized with any of a number of underbust corsets in varying colors, and/or a long brown coat that she often wears open. Typical accessories consist of a two brown leather belts - one wide, which seems to be purely for ornamental purposes (aside from holding her sword's scabbard), and a thinner one which carries a few pouches that hold various items (compass, coins, and a few heinous powders, mostly) - a red sash tied around her hips, and a number of charms and beads strung throughout her hair. She has two necklaces that she never takes off, one bearing a ship's wheel charm, and the other bearing a trio of roughly-cut semi-precious stones in black, blue, and white. She has a schiavona which never leaves her side, even when she's sleeping. What is perhaps her most distinctive possession is an oddly-shaped wood-and-metal club that she wears at her hip; despite its appearance, the item is in fact a weapon, and a projectile one at that, which she fondly refers to as her 'Thumper', given the noise the projectile bludgeoning instrument makes when it impacts its intended target - usually someone's skull. Enchanted by one of the rare wizards (who happens to be a close family friend) of Alban, the instrument is bespelled to return to her hand once thrown. It's her favored method of disciplining crew members, and they've all learned to fear the odd weapon, especially when it begins to emanate smoke as a sign of its owner's annoyance.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:59:40 GMT -8
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Post by Eirwynn Rodrick on May 29, 2016 12:12:06 GMT -8
The Silver Shrike soared into the port once again, quite a few days after its initial arrival/departure, and dropped anchor. The gangplank was lowered so that Captain Arthur Maddock could descend, and Eirwynn looked at him thoughtfully. "D'ye want me t'come wit' ye, Cap'n?"
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Captain Arthur Maddock
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 28
Physical Description: Arthur is of roughly average height for a human male at 5'10", with a light but solid build of essentially no body fat at about 160 lbs. His figure, nonetheless, is very striking thanks to his hair (so pale blonde as to look white in almost any light) and eyes (ostensibly a light grey, but appearing silver in many settings). A very quick way to get on the Captain's bad side is to call his face androgynous, pretty, or anything of the sort -- the eccentric pirate has heard it often before, and generally responds violently. Considering his profession, Arthur has incredibly few scars... whether due to prowess in battle or cunningly avoiding it being a matter of some debate outside of his crew.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur is almost always clad in one of several identical outfits consisting of his black tricorn hat trimmed in a dark red (and adorned with what the Captain often claims is "a genuine pixie skull, mate"), a lace-up white shirt generally worn unlaced at the top to help him stay cool and because he thinks it looks dashing, black lace-up pants worn laced up and belted with a length of silk cloth because it wouldn't do to have one's pants fall down in a boarding action, very fine black leather boots, and generally a black long coat with a very elaborate, high collar to shield him from both sun and inclement weather. Like many sailors he wears some few ornaments, primarily beads, in his hair -- even the few he wears tend to click together when he turns his head rapidly or in a strong wind. His only jewelry consists of an old silver signet ring bearing caravels on waves and, like almost every member of the Silver Shrike's crew, a simple necklace bearing a ship's wheel charm. Arthur keeps several daggers concealed about his person, like any sensible brigand, and carries his schiavona -- a basket-hilted blade much like a slightly shorter, broader rapier, a weapon of war rather than one for dueling and useful for both cut and thrust -- at all times, including to the head or bed. He has been known to carry a hand-crossbow for the initial stages of a boarding action.
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Post by Captain Arthur Maddock on Jun 19, 2016 13:50:46 GMT -8
"Ah, we'll jus' sen' the boy, 'wynn. Not like we promised to d'liver it by hand, now is it?" And with those words Arthur held the letter out to the cabin boy. A significant look led to the boy nodding and taking that letter before pressing knuckle to brow in a sort of salute. The boy seemed stricken mute by this assignment, but when he scampered off into the crowds and toward he palace he did so at speed.
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