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 6, 2016 4:21:59 GMT -8
Seeing how effective Averin's assault had been, Cairex cursed at himself. This bear was like any other, and could be brought down the same way as he had used to bring them down. It was a technique as old as time and so simple the unintelligent wolves followed it.
He deftly dodged the Bear's blinded and weakening strikes, swinging his sword around to embed it into the back of the leg opposite where Averin struck.
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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 Jun 7, 2016 10:05:01 GMT -8
Damtion would disengage quickly as the bear jerked in anger in response to his attack, and in doing so would rip the sword buried in it's flank out with a hard yank. This would serve to make the bleeding from the wound even worse. His allies would seem to have made some critical hits as well, it would not be long before the bear went down.
The silent knight would not stop yet however, as the bear balanced precariously on its right hind leg, Damtion would also move to attack that limb. Upon seeing that Cairex was already attacking there however, Damtion opted to raise his great sword overhead and bring it down in a single powerful and devastating slash on the bear's still exposed flank using his own strength and the weight of the weapon to aid him in slicing through the flesh and bone of the beast.
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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 8, 2016 15:11:13 GMT -8
The bear was practically beaten and Averin's men push the advantage. The knight himself though stays his hand. The bear was only trying to protect its cub. This thought resounds in him and despite the terror of the massive beast before him, a beast that has wounded at least three of his men, he feels a weight. Averin holds back and watches the last moments of the bear in grim silence.
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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 8, 2016 15:20:05 GMT -8
With its other back leg taken out, the bear slumped to the ground, landing with a ground-shaking thump. It was losing blood rapidly, and it was in bad shape, swiping out weakly with its forepaws and snapping with its toothy maw. But it wasn't dead yet. Finally its head dropped to the ground as its breathing became labored. It released a low crooning growl, and from the underbrush bolted the cup, who bleated pitifully as it ran up to its dying mother. The cub put his paws on his mother's neck and tried to nuzzle her face, but she was fading fast. One giant arm curled around the cub with as much strength as she could muster and pulled him close. Then she heaved a final breath, and was still. The cub growled and cried, not understanding why his mother had stopped responding.
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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 8, 2016 19:14:53 GMT -8
Cairex rolled out from under the massive bear just before it hit the ground, slowly pushing himself back up as the cub came running past.
He stared coldly at the scene before him, which inspired no sympathy from the massive wolf. Such was nature, the mother took on a foe she could not beat, and paid the price. It was sad about the cub losing its mom, Cairex could at least empathize with losing your family, but his empathy wouldn't help feed the cub or teach it to be a proper bear.
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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 Jun 8, 2016 20:22:48 GMT -8
Damtion would step back as the bear fell, his blade still dripping with its blood. The scene that would unfold before him would similarly not effect him. He did not show much emotion at any other point so it seemed natural he didn't show any pity towards the bear cub as well.
Damtion would wipe the blood of his blade on the fallen bear's fur, before returning it to rest on his shoulder. He would then rejoin the formation without a further word, ready to continue matching on wards. He did not seem to be breathing any heavier, or in any way fatigued after that short fight with the bear, oddly.
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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 Jun 8, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
Eliza looked down at the bear, then at the cub. She felt sorry for the cub, but not too sorry. After all, the mother had just tried to eat them all. She walked over and poked it with the toe of her boot. It seemed pretty soft. It would probably make a good rug, or a nice fur coat. A bearskin coat would be nice and warm, she decided. However, they weren't exactly equipped to tan and treat a bearskin at the moment. Oh well. She walked over to stand quietly next to Damtion, wiping a small splatter of blood off his armor.
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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 9, 2016 16:19:22 GMT -8
Averin's feelings on the cub were similar, but not a mirror to his companions. He regretted the necessity of what they had to do, but he wouldn't have done it differently. Unlike them though he wasn't content to leave the cub to die. The man who would be king striped the gauntlets from her hands and slowly approached the distraught cub. He walks over and kneels down next to the bear reaching out tentatively to pat it's back. It was still a large creature, the size of a normal black bear in fact so there was an element of risk. Still he felt that he needed to do something, so he tries to comfort the cub.
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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 9, 2016 16:32:36 GMT -8
The cub whimpered in terror as his mother refused to get up, and shied away from Averin when he approached. But when the man sank down on his level, the cub snuffled in his direction and crept hesitantly closer. The creatures of the Wyld were more intelligent than their non-Alban counterparts, and it would theoretically be possible to keep and train the creature, if he put in the time and effort to take care of it.. and if he could get out of the Wyld alive with the cub. That would likely prove to be difficult, as a series of howls from wolves that sounded far too large to be normal soon rang through the air. The cub made a noise of fear and barreled into Averin as it tried to hide under the foreleg of its deceased mother. There was the sound of laughter from above, and if the group looked up, they'd find themselves ringed by Fae.. that should look very familiar. Especially the one who seemed to be their leader, as she grinned down at Averin. It was the ones they'd met after defeating the Archon.
"It seems you have found a new friend, Arach. We welcome you to keep it, if you can survive the Wyld." Laughter rang through the group again, and then they began to flee into the trees around them, departing to.. somewhere.
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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 9, 2016 17:58:44 GMT -8
Cairex could be heard muttering as the fae departed.
"Cowardly ass pansy faeries, running off rather than give us a good fight..."
The wolf howling was interesting though, and Cairex returned the howls with one of his own, a howl that also seemed far too large to come out of a wolf his size. The howl was a direct threat to the other wolves, warning them to stay away...or else. Those were hunting howls though, so he doubted they would listen. But perhaps....he walked over to where Averin was attempting to comfort the bear cub.
"Sir Averin, while normal wolves may not maintain a hierarchial structure, werewolves do, and the animals herein have shown an intelligence closer in line with my kin then my wild cousins. This means they probably have an alpha. If I can best the Alpha in single combat, I think I can take control of his pack, and they will follow my orders. Could be useful to have them along, they will know what to expect from this forest better than any of us can."
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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 Jun 9, 2016 21:29:28 GMT -8
Damtion would simply stand silently as the fae approached, his only movement the ever so slight tilt of his great helm upwards to view them through his visor. The wolves howling did not seem to outwardly effect Damtion either, and he would continue on as he was without a hitch, although he was already ready to confront the wolves at a moments notice.
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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 10, 2016 18:54:18 GMT -8
"Oof."
Averin grunts as the bear cub bowls him over. The knight looks at the poor thing as tries to hide underneath it's mothers body. His feels for the creature, perhaps because he knew what it was like to have no parents/ He glances up in surprise when the fae speak. Damn creatures were far too silent and to top it off there were wolves. The man who would be king growls in frustration. He would not let the cub die, not just because it was the right thing to do. He would do it just to spite the taunting fae bastards.
Turning to Cairex as the werewolf speaks, Averin considers the offer. From a tactical point of view it made perfect sense. There was a certain callousness to it, but he needed time so Averin nods. The werewolf had his permission to try. Then the knight turned his attention back to the cub. He coos gentle reassurances to it trying to coax it out.
"Come here little one, I won't hurt you. I know it is hard, but your mother is gone. Don't worry though I will take care of you."
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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 10, 2016 19:11:46 GMT -8
The cub peered hesitantly at Averin, but despite its fear, it was curious about the man. It crept closer to him and snuffled curiously in his direction. If he had any food on him, the cub would try to seek it out, remembering the tantalizing scent of the jerky that Eliza had thrown at it earlier. With a little patience and some food, he'd be able to coax the cub into his trust. Unfortunately he probably wouldn't have much time. The howls sounded again, and they were louder this time, getting closer - one in particular was loud and angry, responding to Cairex's call of challenge. They would probably be there before long. The cub was still afraid of the howls, but he was more interested in whatever it was that Averin had on him which smelled so good.
The howls sounded twice more in the ten minutes before the pack arrived, and when they did, they were a sight to behold. Eight wolves that were seven feet tall at the shoulder padded into view around them, hackles raised and teeth bared, snarling and growling. They surrounded the group of humanoids.. all except one. It was a large, scarred male who loomed over even the others by a good two feet. He separated from the pack and proceeded toward the party, specifically Cairex, with his head down, growling deeply. He stopped about fifteen feet away from the wolf-man and howled a challenge. If this hybrid thought he could take down this Alpha, he was welcome to try.
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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 11, 2016 11:29:19 GMT -8
Cairex drew his sword in one swift motion, slamming it point first into the ground, there it would stay until the fight concluded. He removed most of his armor as well, hanging that off the hilt of his blade before striding forward, closing to within 10ft of the wolf. It was important that he win purely on his own strength, and not because of human things like armor or weapons. This was a wolf-fight, and judging by the size of his opponent, it would be a good one at that.
He growled his acceptance of the challenge and locked eyes with the large alpha, his stance wide but fluid, ready to react to whatever the larger wolf threw at him.
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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 11, 2016 13:32:33 GMT -8
Averin's eyes flick to the werewolf and the wolves he was challenging. He isn't sure what would happen there, but he supposed he would trust Cairex for now. The bear cub came snuffling at him and around his pouch. Averin produced the jerky within and fed it to the small animal. The wee thing nommed the jerky happily and Averin reaches out to stroke the fur of its head.
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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 11, 2016 15:21:47 GMT -8
The pack remained in place while the interloper responded to their Alpha, keeping the party hemmed in on all sides. Seeing that the challenger was stepping forward, the Alpha growled and waited only moments after the growl of acceptance to attack. He lunged toward Cairex with a rumbling snarl, keeping his head low so as to protect his throat, but with jaws snapping in an attempt to grab onto the hybrid with those sharp teeth.
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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 11, 2016 18:23:11 GMT -8
One advantage of being a wolf in a bipedal form was the ability to use your knees in combat, something that was nigh impossible as a four-legged creature. Cairex would dodge the other wolf to the left, his right knee coming up to slam into the bottom of the wolf's jaw, already brought low to protect the wolf's vulnerable throat.
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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 11, 2016 19:23:47 GMT -8
The kick connected, but rather than yelp in pain the Alpha shook it off with an angry growl. He crouched low and turned to watch as Cairex dodged aside, backing up slightly. Then he began to circle, his intelligent eyes assessing the humanoid. He hadn't anticipated the smaller creature being so swift and agile, but it wasn't a mistake he'd make again. After circling for a time, he rushed in again, moving as though to headbutt the smaller male from the left side. But when he got in close, he'd lash out with his left forepaw, giant claws moving to rake across Cairex's form.
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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 12, 2016 11:25:39 GMT -8
Cairex dodged the headbutt only to feel his flank slashed open by the beast's powerful paw. Blood began to soak through his fur as he sought to take advantage of the situation, his formidable paw aiming to claw open the right side of the large wolf's formidable neck. He gritted his teeth in pain as he continued the fight. Either blow would have killed a human, but neither creature was human, although it would be better if this fight ended sooner rather than later, such an injury was still devastating, thank god for adrenaline.
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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 12, 2016 12:25:27 GMT -8
The strike came too quickly for the Alpha to dodge, and as claws sank into his neck, he howled in pained rage and carelessly pursued Cairex. The strike had only barely missed a major vein, but blood was beginning to soak into his grey-and-tawny fur as he snapped at the male with powerful jaws. If he could manage to get those teeth sunk into Cairex's form, it would be all over, but at the same time, his anger made him reckless.. it would be easy to rip out his throat, or go for a disemboweling blow to the gut. The pack continued to watch with an eerie silence, although a few of them were growling, sniffing in the direction of the bear carcass with hungry eyes.
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