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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 1, 2016 20:56:32 GMT -8
The Gates of Avelius.
Avelius is a city gripped by despair. In times gone past the gates used to be flung wide. A steady stream of traffic was coming and going at all times of the day. The walls were clean and brightly decorated. Once music and laughter could be heard from this city carried over its high walls on the sea breeze. That time has long since passed. Now the gates are heavily barred, even during the day. The walls are grimy with dirt and the only noise is that of industry. Avelius is a city under siege and it weighs on the people.
(The gates are kept open during the day and can be passed through freely. If you want your character to arrive at night, you must wait for a response.) |
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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 Jun 24, 2016 11:04:18 GMT -8
They were perhaps twenty minutes from the borders of Avelius. The last dregs of remaining farmland, before it was claimed by The Wyld. Averin had called a halt and pulled An Dlí from it's sheath. He was filled with energy, nervous and magical. This was it! Today was they day his long quest finally ended. His entire life, twenty one years had been spent in preparation for this day. Training, panning, working and now he sat on the threshold. He felt like he should be happier, but he wasn't.
Averin was nervous and excited, but there was no joy. Just the same resolve he always feels. His mind flashes pack to his time in the spires. What had the spirits said? That he needed to admit he wanted this. That if he didn't the power would sour him, corrupt him, and Alban would be worse off not better. Well he guessed he'd need to figure that out soon, because he still wasn't sure. Being king seemed like a lot of work and he wasn't sure he could do it. He had spent his life learning how to take the crown, standing here now he realized he had no idea what to do after he had it.
Shoving all of that aside for the moment Averin raises An Dlí above his head. Energy doesn't collect within it, it didn't siphon power from The Wyld like some thought. No, An Dlí was The Wyld. It was the heart of the massive forest and it bowed to him. He was an Arach, it was his power to bear. As he swung the blade down in a vertical chop the forest around him parted and retreated. It took the combined power of all the mages of Talveron to keep The Wyld at bay. With a single swing Averin sent it into retreat.
Averin stared at the field he had just created. His men staring wide eyed at what he had just done. The watchmen along the wall of Avelius and the farmers in their field undoubtedly saw it as well. Averin raises his sword, the sword and with a sharp command he begins the march. Let word spread ahead of him, the king had come to take his throne.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86 
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 24, 2016 12:04:02 GMT -8
Ailionóra rode at Averin's side, the honor guard behind her watching with awe as the king cleared their way with but a simple gesture. The Fae woman herself was quietly impressed, but the only expression on her face was that of a slight smirk. Madadh Allaidh and Warlord Ei Halvard hadn't arrived yet, but hopefully they would, soon. They needed to be here, the races needed to show a united front as he reclaimed his birthright. When Averin gave the command to march, she heeled her feline steed into motion, and followed along at his side. Meanwhile her guard watched out for the other leaders.
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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 Jun 24, 2016 13:22:49 GMT -8
Cairex looked on as the King moved aside the forest as if it were nothing. A rather impressive feat, in a few short weeks, the man had gone from heir to a dead throne and leader of a mercenary band to King of a nation and wielder of a sword any warrior would kill to have. Such a man was worth following, and just as he had proved himself to the people of Alban, he had proved himself to Cairex. Not that Cairex's approval meant a damn thing, but nonetheless, he would follow Sir Averin.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on Jun 24, 2016 15:43:59 GMT -8
The Wild People kept scouts on the edges of the Wyld to warn of Fae raids and keep a lookout for stray beasts -- the fauna of the Wyld made excellent hunting for the people. Thus it would likely be unsurprising when Madadh came into sight; his form was more lupine than before, almost entirely wolf, to allow for much greater running speed. Indeed it would be only moments between the massive wolf coming into sight and Madadh falling neatly into the formation on one side of the King.
His form shifted as he took that position, returning to the more humanoid shape he generally wore to fight or speak with humans, and suddenly the clothing that had been so terribly-fitting (skin-tight in some places on the wolf, baggy in others) fit perfectly as he returned to the form it had been made to fit. A blade made like a cutlass, but in the massive scale of the wildlings' leader, hung at his side. A glare was given to the Fae in the group (both Ailionóra uí Muineacháin and those following her), a nod of greeting and a slight horizontal sway of the tail to Sir Cairex Forgepyre, and a walking bow -- really more a lowering of the head, acknowledging primacy -- to the King, King Averin Arach.
Madadh didn't seem to feel words were needed; the People communicated more through gestures anyway, and he had done that. An honor guard fell in behind the group, alongside the group of Fae but with a clear divide between them. That group was comprised of several of the Tribes; Wolves, Bears, even a couple Badgers, and none of them had a friendly glance for the Fae. They seemed content to keep the peace, though, settling for a few dirty looks while they settled down to look official.
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Warlord Ei Halvard
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 180
Physical Description: Of the Dwarven race, Ei Halvard is about 4'5" (relatively tall for a dwarven male), has jet black hair, and thick stony muscles.
Clothes and Equipment: Bronze armor, iron boots, lead alloy axe.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:08:04 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Ei Halvard on Jun 24, 2016 22:35:35 GMT -8
Bringing up the rear, finally, were the dwarfs, riding on various beasts, mostly horses. The Warlord Ei Halvard was accompanied by all of the legendary Justicars, men of renown and just in all their ways. With them too was little Queron, the first mithril metallurgist to be born in centuries. The girl was excited to see that Averin was still alive and stronger than ever. Despite her young age, she couldn't help feel some pride. After all, the about-to-be-crowned King Averin's sword was imbued with her handiwork.
In formation behind them were representatives of all the castes. The sea guard, the blacksmiths, the merchants, the warriors, the stone cutters, even the fisherman and miners came. Their very presence at this momentous occasion would bring honor to their names.
Halvard had been skeptical at first. Averin was such a young man, even for a human. But at barely an eighth of his age the human had done the impossible. Slaying the Archon was impressive enough, but likely Averin had to endure comparable challenges from all the other races. And now he was about to unite their races under one banner and bring an end to their civil war. Finally the dwarfs and humans would be friends again, along with the wildlings and, hah, yes, even the salad heads.
As the sword came down and the forest retreated, Halvard looked at his own axe sadly. Once his pride and joy, his weapon had spilled the blood of countless humans, fae, and wildlings. With the civil war at its conclusion, Halvard decided he would need a new axe, one which spilled not the blood of the innocent only trying to survive, but of the true enemies of Alban.
But there was no time for idle thoughts. The moment of truth had come. They were about to reach the gates of Avelius...
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Jun 25, 2016 11:03:08 GMT -8
All along the watchtowers the cry went up. For the first time in years though it wasn't a cry of fear. Though Averin had wanted his return kept secret, it had not been the case. The guards who had intercepted the letter from Arthur's cabin boy had been sworn to secrecy. That secrecy has lasted until the first one got the tavern. Slowly like a smoldering ember the rumors had spread through the city. For the first time in years there were whispers of hope. Now that hope was rewarded, the force marching on the city once would have terrified the guards. Today though they can see the man at it's head and the cry goes up. Not a cry of fear, but one of joy.
For the first time in almost twenty years the gates of Avelius are flung open. The people of the city are filtering from their houses, lining up on the main street. Some stare on in fear at The Fae, Dwarves, and Wildings. Some look guarded, like whipped dogs too afraid to trust anymore. The majority though are overtaken, tears are shed, smiles shine, and a mighty shout of joy sounds out. Avelius welcomed it's king with everything it had.
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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 Jun 25, 2016 11:30:22 GMT -8
Well this certainly hadn't been what Averin was expecting. Ailionóra, Madadh, and Ei were behind him. The dwarves and the Wildlings joining his procession after he split the forest. The presence of the three other races of Alban had been an unasked for, but welcome addition. It certainly added to the legitimacy of his procession. The veritable mob of people that came out to greet him though, that made him uncomfortable. These people thought he had saved, they expected him to lead them. It was a great weight that he could feel settling on his shoulders. Still he keeps his head high and back straight as he strides into Avelius. He was he supposed home. <End of The Beginning of Alban.> |
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jun 25, 2016 11:46:15 GMT -8
The rumors of the King's return had spread through the city like a plague, inspiring happiness, hope, and disbelief in spades. Caridwyn hadn't been surprised - the priestesses of her order had seen in their scrying for days that the Sword had been returned to Alban's shores, and that it was growing rapidly in power. She herself had felt the building magical strength that moved across the country, and although she hadn't known what it meant at first, once she'd heard the foretellings from her priestesses.. it had all made sense. And now the King was back. He was marching on Avelius, a grand display of his power leading the way, and trailed by the leaders of the three races. A show of solidarity, proof that he was no pretender trying to fool them all.. the true heir of the Arach bloodline moving into the city.
Caridwyn had left the small house where she had been staying while in the city and moved to the front of the crowd just near the main square. People parted before her, knowing the high priestess by her garb and leery of her - they didn't trust any group which would worship nature, thinking them of the ilk who would wish the dominance of the Wyld over their land. They didn't understand, that wasn't how it worked. And at the moment, she couldn't have cared less how they peeled away from her in fear; her pale blue eyes were lit blue by the sun, her pale hair gleaming in the light, and her body swathed in fine white linen robes, as she stepped forward to the very edge of the crowd and turned her head to look at him. Averin Arach. Not what she had expected, it was true, but he looked the part of a King.. minus the crown. She watched as he passed her, not even looking her way no doubt, despite the priests and priestesses in white and grey who flanked her. Once he had passed, moving on to the council hall, she turned to face those who accompanied her and spoke softly.
"We will watch this situation and find the proper time to approach him." With that order issued, she returned to the house. There was much to do.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 19, 2024 0:05:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 20:06:01 GMT -8
Well up into the skies, a figure of brilliant red could be seen against the skies and the clouds - a stark contrast. A dragon of decent size was looking to fly clear over the gate - eyes set on the very city.
To the dragon himself? He was dead intent on finding King Averin Arach , and bringing his world crumbling down around his ears.
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Jul 27, 2016 14:39:00 GMT -8
Dragons are an uncommon sight in Avelius. Uncommon doesn't mean unheard of though and the city guard know to watch for the great beasts. When the dragon made it's way over the gate the alarm was raised. The city begins to mobilize and the king is alerted of what is happening.
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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 Aug 13, 2016 18:42:00 GMT -8
Cairex waited impatiently at the gate for the mage he was supposed to be meeting. He had a sack full of hunting and camping supplies, mostly for the mage who would be accompanying him. He had spent his life living off the land with little in the way of permanent supplies for survival. Cairex sincerely hoped this mage was not some sheltered incompetent fool whose entire source of knowledge was from a book. Or several books, given that they were from a group of mages.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 13, 2016 19:09:55 GMT -8
The masked mage stalked out of the crowd and approached the werewolf. Keld is in his usual attire. Which is to say red robes over a breast plate, and his mask. Typical battle mage gear really. He also had a pack on his back filled with supplies. The mage inclines his head respectfully.
"Sir Cairex, I am Keld. I will be accompanying you on your trip."
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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 Aug 14, 2016 15:13:24 GMT -8
"Well met Keld, I assume King Averin told you about the nature of the quest?"
Well, this one at least seemed competent, like he actually might be of some use in this endeavour. He was wearing armor, which was a good start and had remembered to bring what appeared to be useful supplies.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 14, 2016 17:38:21 GMT -8
"The king? No he did not. Master Owein though gave me a run down. Travel into The Wyld and investigate the layer of a dead dragon. Chancy, but I think luck will be on our side."
Keld quips and lets out a little chuckle. Then he pauses realizing that Cairex wouldn't get the joke. So the mage adds hastily.
"Oh, uh that's funny because I am a chance mage. Or a luck mage. Really it's best described as probability magic. Tweaking the odds of certain things happening in my favor. Anyway if you are ready sir knight, let's get moving."
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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 Aug 15, 2016 1:39:45 GMT -8
"There really is a mage for everything."
Great, a mage he barely understood. The simple kind just threw fireballs, and while he didn't particularly care for them either, at least he could understand that. Cairex really couldn't see why you would need luck at all if you were good at what you did, but then again he had never had much luck in the first place. Might as well give the lad a chance to prove himself before he offered judgement. After all, he had been wrong about the pointy-ears too.
"You have much experience with the Wyld...ah! Here they are."
His pack came sprinting around the corner to stop just behind him, pacing neevously as they anticipated the order to move out.
"Anyway, you have much experience with the Wyld Keld?"
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 15, 2016 11:08:58 GMT -8
"There really is."
Keld responds mildly. He had picked up Cairex's lack of enthusiasm. Common with warriors, sword swingers often didn't have the patience for what they didn't understand. Of course what they didn't understand was almost everything. Especially magic. He looks up when the wolf pack comes from around he corner. Of course, right, the famous wolf pack. The wolf pack that had put almost everyone in the city on edge. Sucking in a breath to smother his surprise he hisses out trying to cover his frustration.
"More than most. The wards against The Wyld required study to keep functional. I was one of a few mages that would go out to survey it."
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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 Aug 16, 2016 3:11:34 GMT -8
"Well, you'll be getting a good chance to see it up close. We had to travel fairly deep just to get to the Fae City, and Averin travelled for days to get to the dragon's lair. You ready to head out?"
The wolves continued their wild pacing back and forth, eager to get moving back to their home. Cairex planned to stop by the Moors first to see if the Wildlings had noted anything strange before moving on to the Wyld. Certainly Ailionora would know something of what was going on, Cairex was fairly certain there wasn't a damn thing that happened in that forest that she didn't know about.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on Aug 16, 2016 12:08:05 GMT -8
"Farthest I've ever been is the borders of Scáth’leann. Before the kings return the Fae had a nasty habit of killing anyone who got to close."
With that said Keld walked out of the gate and down the road. Ready to get this journey started.
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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 Aug 17, 2016 1:50:00 GMT -8
"Scath'leann is a beautiful city. This time, you'll get to see the inside of the city, without threat from the Fae."
He followed the mage out of the city, his pack close to his heels, a palpable aura of excitement about them, they were smart, and knew that they were going home.
<Exit>
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