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 Jan 16, 2017 19:20:01 GMT -8
The ever silent knight would find himself once again returning to the lands of Alban, standing stoically upon the deck of the ship he had gained passage upon. The first time he had come to Alban was to help a king claim his rightful place among the many races that made their home upon this nation. To once again unite Alban under its rightful ruler.
He returned now to make sure that what he had helped create would not become undone.
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Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 22, 2017 11:29:51 GMT -8
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Post by Maris Guess on Jan 22, 2017 15:04:03 GMT -8
A small galley, flying no colors or immediately noticeable markings, slowly makes its way towards the port of Avelius. Despite being tossed about like a toy on the ocean waves, the crew of the ship continues their rowing, seemingly unfazed by the frantic tossing of the small boat on waves it was clearly not meant for.
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Maryraxes
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Physical Description: A tremendous beast of terrifying proportions, out-sizing even the largest of ships.
Registered: Mar 8, 2017 21:27:09 GMT -8
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Post by Maryraxes on Mar 8, 2017 21:53:02 GMT -8
The nearest ship would spot a disturbance off in the distance... on the horizon, a massive fountain of water, mist, and sea foam would indicate a splash of proportions never before seen by the average sailor...
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Mar 9, 2017 19:30:57 GMT -8
The Albish coastline is vast and the countries navy still recovering so the patrols are spread apart but dwarven military discipline means they are thorough. A frigate spots the enormous shape approaching the main land and one of the copper metallurgist strikes the copper flare sending a brilliant streak of fire into the sky alerting the mainland of the incoming danger.
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Maryraxes
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Physical Description: A tremendous beast of terrifying proportions, out-sizing even the largest of ships.
Registered: Mar 8, 2017 21:27:09 GMT -8
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Post by Maryraxes on Mar 12, 2017 19:29:45 GMT -8
Perhaps it spotted the flare, perhaps it had been spooked by the sudden glow of the distant flare, but the creature did not resurface for the remainder of the day.
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Leviath Bahat
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Apr 12, 2017 16:05:13 GMT -8
A small fishing vessel known as the Salty Shell was bobbing up and down upon the water, heading towards one of the villages along the coast of Alban where it could reach land. The ship was utterly harmless, with a crew of individuals far more interested in giving a wide berth to trouble than getting involved in or starting it. It was the middle of the night when one of Alban's patrols or lookouts would see it; men sleeping peacefully on the deck while one more carefully steered the vessel through dark waters.
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 13, 2017 6:24:04 GMT -8
The Salty Shell is unmolested, too small to be noticed by the patrols of the navy and with nothing drawing attention it is allowed to pass over the waters towards Alban. The island nation has a lot of coastlines to cover and unless the fishing vessel veers towards a port it would have little trouble making landfall.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 14, 2017 17:20:46 GMT -8
The rocky seas on which Framenoli had known all his life were now shallow. The 33 year old man had spent his life roaming the seas killing anyone who had bothered him or just for the fun of it! His fleet had been lost in the surrounding fog and some of the boats had been lost. He was furious and had already killed 5 slaves he had been using as servants! The bodies were laying on the floor on the main deck. Suddenly, Framenoli was lurched from the captains wheel with a rough wave only to be sent through his floor. What happened next was unpredictable. Framenoli had fell on his second in command and injured him! With his absence from the wheel the boat was sent in a collision course with the only other vessel left in his fleet. Suddenly, the boats were jolted together causing a collision with the other boat.
An hour later Framenoli was stuck in the water with 10 other near dead members of his fleet, one being his badly injured second-in-command
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 15, 2017 8:19:49 GMT -8
The waters off the Albish coast are not particularly well patrolled, still, the wreckage of two ships is enough to garner the attention of the navy. A frigate skirts across the waters staying clear of the floating debris to avoid damaging the hull of their ship. A spotter looks for any survivors, valuable salvage, or hint to what happened as the frigate skirts the edge of the aftermath of the ship on ship collision.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 15, 2017 8:35:44 GMT -8
Framenoli would grab is second-in-command and attempt to keep the two afloat in the cold waters of the night. WHY he screamed in his head! The waters rumbled and toppled causing him to look up and see a navy vessel heading around the wreckage. He found a sturdy piece of wood and rolled on top of it with the other still in his tow. With a better view of the ship he would recognize it as an actual navy ship, looking similar to one he had pillaged before.
Framenoli would start to yell,"HEY OVER HERE! HELP! WE ARE STRANDED!"
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 15, 2017 8:42:05 GMT -8
The people aboard deck don't seem to here the stranded men at first, but eventually, the ship swings in a bit closer and a line is tossed to the screaming man. The thick rope is tied around a float that would provide easy purchase for the two surviving men to hang on to. It seemed their salvation was at hand though only if they didn't out themselves as pirates.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 15, 2017 8:48:56 GMT -8
The two men climb the thick rope to the deck of the ship. Framenoli had the thought to murderize the people, but quickly decided against it thinking that this is the only ship who had ever been curious. Sure he could've swam to the shore, but he didn't. As Framenoli climbed the rope and got to the top he saw the ship was average sized and heavily armed.
Once up to the deck he would introduce himself as Framenoli Ceaser
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 16, 2017 12:28:20 GMT -8
The navel personal nod at his introduction and demand to know just what happened to create so much wreckage five miles of their coast. As the two men they'd dragged out of the sea are questioned by the five men who pulled them out, the rest of the crew set the ship back towards port. They'd drop the two men off and return to their patrol.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 16, 2017 15:26:41 GMT -8
He didn't like the tone these people were getting with him,"MY BOAT CRASHED BEVAUSE SOMR NITWIT RAN INTO ME AFTER A HUGE WAVE HIT IT!" Framenoli would then take a moment to calm down before stating why he came here. "I was on my way here to collect a bounty I had heard at the sea from a fellow vessel. Is that bounty still collectible or has it been collected."
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 17, 2017 11:28:42 GMT -8
The navy men looked at each other after the man's outburst there expressions between amusement and shock. It took inexperienced sailors to crash into each other even during a storm, the ocean was a big place and most knew how to give another ship a wide berth. They didn't say anything about that though and instead just told the two to sit tight, no one knew for certain if any bounties had been claimed but there was nothing to stop him from asking around once they got to port. That being said the ship soon made it to the port of Avelius where Framenoli and his man were dropped off.
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