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 13:53:31 GMT -8
Cairex nimbly dodged the wolf's snapping jaws, his tail coming around to tap the larger wolf on the nose as a form of reprimand. His claws came flying up into the other wolf's throat, gripping the alpha's jugular with powerful claws before tearing it out. He tossed the handful of the alpha's throat onto the ground and kicked the still standing body over with one foot before turning his gaze towards the rest of that Alpha's pack.
"Whose next?"
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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 15:54:59 GMT -8
The Alpha went down with a gurgle, drowning in his own blood, and twitched weakly a few times as the life drained out of him. The pack went still, watching in disbelief.. then they all slowly retreated from their positions and went to stand in front of Cairex, lowering their heads in a gesture of submission. They were arrayed from front to back in order of pack standing, meaning the Beta was before him. This female bared her teeth on a growl, but it wasn't one of challenge - it was one acknowledging him as their new leader. They would follow him.
The bear cub, which had been happily munching on the food given to him by Averin, understood now that the human was there to protect him, and would likely follow wherever he went. But daylight was fading, and they would need to be on their way before long.. being out in the Wyld at night was even more dangerous than normal.
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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 18:55:36 GMT -8
Cairex looked over his new pack with satisfaction. He growled to indicate that they were accepted, as well as that they could relax. He glanced over at where Averin was playing with the bear cub. He debated allowing the hungry wolves to devour the cub's mother, but figured it would only seek to disturb the cub, which Sir Averin was clearly trying to tame. He also gave the necessary growls and signals to indicate that the people accompanying him were not to be devoured or eaten.
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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 12, 2016 19:07:15 GMT -8
The hulking mass of armor would watch on silently as Cairex defeated the alpha and in turn became the new alpha. It seemed to be under control the entire time so he did not move to attack the wolves during the fight. Once the wolves were under Cairex's control however, Damtion's great helm would turn from side to side to look at each one in turn. It was almost as if he had a slight curiosity when it came to the wolves. He would also note Cairex's wound, with a quick glance, although he was not trained in identifying exactly the extent of the damage and how it would possibly effect the werewolf.
Nevertheless he would start moving once again with the rest of the group when they were ready. It was getting dark, which meant they were running out of time.
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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 12, 2016 20:12:37 GMT -8
The bear cub receives a few more scratches and some more jerky. Once Averin is sure the cub will follow, he looks up. The kinght nods to Cairex a silent bit of praise for the werewolfs work. Then he comes to his feet and calls the party to march. They needed to hurry if they were to make it to Scáth’leann before nightfall. Bear cub and wolf pack in tow the mercenaries move out once again.
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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 20:57:28 GMT -8
Perhaps it was the wolf pack that was now on their side, or maybe that rogue band of Fae was actually helping them, but despite the sounds of crashing and roaring that came from the Wyld around them, the party was able to make it through the dense, ancient forest. They would arrive at Fae city of Scáth’leann with no trouble, seeing the looming, fifty-foot-tall gates just shortly before the sun disappeared completely and cast the dangerous woodlands into darkness. The gates themselves seemed to glow, powerfully warded by magic that hid what lay beyond from view.
At their approach, the gates shuddered open, responding to An Dli, permitting them entrance into the Fae city.
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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 20, 2016 11:12:43 GMT -8
Ailionóra led Sir Cairex Forgepyre and his pack out of the city and around its southern border. There was little true differentiation between the edge of the city and the Wyld itself, save a stretch of open ground about twenty feet across between the trees of the city's wall and the trees of the Wyld. It was along this open stretch that she led them, and they traveled for about an hour before she finally reined her mount to a halt. The reason why could be seen up ahead - a giant stood there, looming seventy feet above the forest floor with a wicked spiked club in his hand, and he was being spoken to be a goblin that was perched on the head of a forty-foot-tall troll covered in armor and wielding a large hammer. Visible beyond were another five giants and ten trolls, as well as about twenty goblins total. Her lips twisted into a grin that was mostly sharp teeth as she slid off the tiger's back, and she cast a look at Cairex that could only be described as excited - there was something wild and untamed about the red-haired woman in that moment.
"You and your pack do what you do best.. I will take to the trees and strike from above." The tiger slunk back the way they'd come and hunkered down behind a fallen tree, watching and waiting for her command. Ailionóra, meanwhile, did exactly as she said she would; with her spear clutched in her left hand, she scrambled easily up the face of a nearby tree, scaling it as nimbly as though she were a monkey. Once she was of sufficient height, she began running and leaping from tree to tree with ease, looking for all the world as though she'd been born in the boughs. There was a sense of the trees around them waiting for something, the druid magic of the Fae coursing through Ailionóra's veins calling to them. They were prepared to act at her command, as she was the most powerful of her people and could command the Wyld as easily as she breathed. Her power would be second only to Averin, once An Dli was imbued with the final gift, the powers of her people.
Once she'd reached a point poised on a branch above the giant's head, she glanced toward Cairex and signaled with her spear that she was ready for him and his pack to take the low ground. Even from this distance, she was clearly eager, veritably thrumming with the thrill of the Hunt.
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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 20, 2016 11:32:46 GMT -8
He nodded at her words, impressed by the look of ferocity on her face...and the fact that he was certain she could back it up. His eyes held a hint of respect for the woman, indeed he had doubted any of the pointy ears knew a dam thing about a good hunt, but if this was the prey they went after then he would have to reevaluate his assessment of them.
He evaluated the scene before him, his wolves lying near to the ground in the brush, all but invisible to their prey. Those giants would require a considerable effort to bring down, a difficult task if targeted first. He growled and snarled to tell his wolves to start with the goblins and work their way up. Goblins could be handled one on one by his wolves, indeed he could probably handle them all by himself. Once the goblins were dealt with they would start focusing down the trolls and then the giants.
He howled to his pack and they came bursting out of the brush on the edge of the forest leaping into the pack of goblins with unrestrained ferocity.
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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 20, 2016 14:06:49 GMT -8
Excellent. The wolf-man certainly knew strategy and how to use his pack in the most efficient manner. It drew a smirk to her lips as she watched chaos spread among the collected beings. The goblins began to shriek and cry out in their guttural language, trying to urge the giants and trolls to their defense. Taking advantage of the current confusion, Ailionóra judged the distance and hurled herself from the tree, right onto the head of the giant below her. She clung to the giant's lank hair with one hand, and with the other, plunged the blade of her spear into its eye. The giant bellowed and began to flail about, its club swinging wildly.
The dim-witted trolls and giants, realizing they were under attack, were only now mobilizing to the defense of their goblin overlords partners, and they began stomping toward Cairex and his pack, weapons readied. The goblins were no match for the Wyldwolves, however, and were easily wiped out, except for a few that made a break for the trees. But Ailionóra knew how to deal with them. The tattoos across her body began to writhe and twist as though they were alive, and the Wyld rose around them, vines surging forth from the undergrowth to trip up the trolls and giants as they walked, and coiling around the goblins. The vines slowly began to tighten, gradually squeezing the life from them, and Ailionóra uttered a battle-cry in the language of her people as she ducked the clumsy grab attempt of the giant and, using his hair, swung herself around to his other shoulder after yanking her spear free of his mangled eyeball.
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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 20, 2016 14:41:19 GMT -8
"That's a pretty neat trick."
He growled as the goblins were destroyed by the vines and trees of the Wyld. He was grateful to not be fighting her this time, he could only imagine having to fight your opponent while the very environment you fought in was trying to kill you. His musings were interrupted by the stab of a troll's spear. He wrenched his sword out of the skull of a goblin just in time to narrowly deflect the blade of the spear. He howled his attack, and leaped for the troll's throat as the wolf pack attacked his legs, going for the vulnerable tendons behind the ankle. If the troll did not stop him, his sword was slash viciously across the troll's throat, powered by the wolf's massive leap as he passed.
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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 20, 2016 14:48:56 GMT -8
The troll was overwhelmed by the pack, its tendons taken out and causing it to collapse with a yell, just in time to have its throat cut wide open by Cairex's sword. That was one troll down, ten to go. And soon the downed troll was joined by a giant, as Ailionóra plunged her spear's blade into the giant's throat, jamming it upward at an angle so that the blade hit the brain. As the giant began to crumple, she yanked her spear free and leaped back toward the tree which had been her perch before. The vines began dragging corpses off into the woods, the sound of crunching bones heard as they were slowly pulped - the nutrients would be good for the soil and the trees, after all, couldn't just let them go to waste.
Leaping from tree to tree, she soon found herself above another giant, but this one was smart enough to look up. Its large club came swinging upward, seeking to knock the nimble Fae out of the tree, but she dodged and jumped with a fluid grace. Most of the trolls and giants were either too confused or too stupid to know what was happening, but two trolls and one giant had enough intelligence to go after Cairex and his pack. The giant swung its club at the wolf-man while the two trolls - one carrying a sword, one a battleaxe - went after his pack, their weapons moving through the air slowly, but with great power behind the blows.
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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 20, 2016 15:37:07 GMT -8
A twitch of his tail and the flicking of his ears told the wolf pack to hold off the trolls. They would split in two, their speed and smaller size hopefully allowing them to dodge through the attacks of the trolls while beginning to harass them, separating the trolls from another and preventing them from attempting to communicate with one another.
He leaped back to avoid the giant's massive club, waiting until it hit the ground to leap onto it and begin running up towards the giant. If that Fae woman could kill one by herself, so could he, and with a mighty roar he flung his sword at the giant's throat as he ran up the length of its club.
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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 20, 2016 21:02:49 GMT -8
Many of the remaining trolls and giants had been tripped up by Ailionóra's vines, their bodies slamming into the ground hard enough to make the mammoth trees tremble. Taking advantage of the distraction of her current target trying to regain his balance from the impact of his toppled brethren, she leaped down onto his head and crouched there, jamming her spear into his left ear until it hit brain. The giant spasmed and went down, and the Fae leader leaped from his head to the nearest tree trunk. Sliding down the surface just enough to slow her descent, she hit the ground with a roll and began running through the grounded trolls and giants, slashing and stabbing. The blade of her spear was sharp enough to cut through the tough, almost rocky troll hide like butter, leaving gaping wounds and sliced muscles. She was a whirlwind of red hair and greenish-brown armor.
The trolls being attacked by the wolves were separated as planned, their lesser intellect making them easy targets for the smarter and more agile wolves. They flailed about ineffectually, trying to land blows with their slow, oversized weapons. The giant that Cairex had targeted looked flummoxed by the smaller creature running up its weapon, and was too stunned (or perhaps too stupid) to react in time to avoid having its throat sliced clean open. It gurgled as it sank to the forest floor in a heap, drowning in its own blood. That made: All goblins down, three giants left, and ten trolls still to go.
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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 21, 2016 3:53:42 GMT -8
He continued his path up the giant even as it fell, retrieving his sword before leaping clear and slamming into the ground at a run to join his pack. His sword was dripping blood all down his pelt, and he realized with a grimace it would take forever to get that stench out of his fur.
He joined the group attacking the troll with a sword. He would wait until the troll's attention was fixed on the wolves behind him before launching his attack. He swung the sword at the troll's right leg, aiming to sever the tendon and bring it crashing down. It wasn't a particularly fancy tactic, but he had never been concerned with showmanship, just effectiveness.
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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 21, 2016 10:43:32 GMT -8
The troll went down with a bellow as its tendon was severed, and it dropped its sword, seeking to reach out and grab one of the wolves nearby as it fell. The other nearby troll, hearing the distress of its companion, began lashing about with its axe and heading toward the other, trying to fight its way through and assist the fallen troll. The remainder of the trolls were already lumbering their way, although Ailionóra was hacking at them with speed. One with a large, crude mace swiped at her, and she rolled under the weapon, coming up with her spear blade covered in blood to rip its belly open, sending entrails spilling across the ground. She was not, however, prepared for another troll to swipe at her from behind, his hammer slamming into her and sending the Fae woman careening across the ground.
She skidded to a stop with a groan and pushed herself upright, shaking her head to try and dispel the dizziness that now plagued her. Finally her green eyes cleared and narrowed on the trolls with hatred. Now she was really pissed off. Finding her feet, she ignored the pain of being smacked with a hammer nearly as big as she was, and darted back into the fray with a snarl.
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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 21, 2016 11:21:03 GMT -8
Half his pack went for the throat of the troll he had dropped, and he winced as one wolf in the other half was cleaved in two by the mighty swings of the axe. An angry howl let loose from his snout and his pack snarled and let loose with complete lack of restraint. The trolls had taken one of their own, this was no longer a hunt. It was vengeance.
He sprinted through the ranks of the trolls and giants between him and the fae leader, sword swinging left and right to sever tendons and toes alike. He finally caught up to her, blade and claws dripping with his foe's blood.
"You alright?" He snarled as a troll's swing was deflected into the path of a giant's hammer.
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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 21, 2016 11:45:26 GMT -8
The two trolls which had been the focus of his pack were taken down, and with Cairex and Ailionóra both slashing muscles and chopping off digits, the trolls were in bad shape, lumbering around bleeding and flailing with their weapons ineffectually. She clambered up the back of one and plunged her spear-blade through the back of its neck, severing the spinal cord, then leaped onto another and cut its head clean off. She landed on the ground and rolled, coming up onto her feet near Cairex, and glanced at the male with another of those toothy, wild grins. Her gaze assessed him, filled with approval at the sight of his weapons - both blade and claws - absolutely covered in blood.
"It will take more than a troll to put me down. Let us finish this!" She did a quick count: Three giants still up and about and congregating together as they fixated upon herself and Cairex, and five trolls who were zeroing in on his pack. Her gaze flicked from trolls to giants and she decided the bigger creatures were also the bigger threat. She darted toward one of the giants, dodging around troll corpses and finally reaching the looming monster. She began to scale its leg like a tree, and came to a stop at its knee; it conversed to one of the other giants in its guttural language, and the giant humanoid swung its hammer in an attempt to crush her. She dodged at the last second and the hammer slammed into the giant's knee, shattering it and making it collapse with an angry cry. While that was happening, the third giant raised its spiked club overhead and then swung it downward, aiming toward Cairex.
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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 21, 2016 14:05:03 GMT -8
He glanced over at his pack momentarily as he leaped out of the way of the giant's club, narrowly avoiding getting impaled on a spike. He would worry for a normal pack, but they were much larger than normal wolves, and could likely hold their own against the trolls. They knew their business and would not seek to kill the trolls, merely prevent them from joining the giants, and hopefully avoiding any further injuries to the pack, although that wasn't very likely.
Cairex returned the fae's smile with a toothy one of his own, his large canines also dripping with blood. A smart wolf used all of his available weapons in combat, and Cairex was a smart wolf indeed. He leaped up, using the giant's rising club as a platform to leap off and land on the giant's face...sword first.
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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 21, 2016 14:45:38 GMT -8
The giants were quite stupid, amusing considering their sizes: The one that now had a Cairex leaping at its face tried to stumble backwards, but didn't act fast enough, and got a face full of blade for its trouble. The one who was now earth-bound with a broken knee found itself with a spear plunged through its left eyeball, clear into the brain; it jerked and then went still. Then the ground surged up around Ailionóra, vines writhing upward and aimed on a crash course with the final giant. They plunged into the giant's open mouth and nostrils, burrowing into its head and throat.. and moments later, the giant was ripped apart by vines exploding out of its lungs and stomach, tearing its skull into pieces. She shielded herself from the splatter of gore by standing behind the corpse of the nearby fallen giant, then she turned her attention to the trolls.
They were trying to gang up on Cairex's wolves, and Ailionóra was having none of that. Leaving Cairex to handle the final giant, unless it was already dead, she darted toward the trolls, her spear slashing forward and cutting off the hand of one who had its sword raised, ready to slash into one of his pack. The hand and sword fell and the troll yelled, whirling around to smack at her with its other hand. She couldn't dodge in time and went rolling, but found her feet mid-roll and went barreling back in, her blood-spattered face lit with the glee of the Hunt.
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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 21, 2016 18:33:17 GMT -8
She fights just like a wild animal...impressive, looks kinda like one too, with the blood covered face and sharp teeth. His own maw was drenched in blood as he dig into the giant's throat and tore out its jugular with his teeth, spitting out a massive amount of flesh onto the ground. Giants tasted foul.
He used the height he found himself at to propel his body at great speed towards on of the trolls. At that height he should have more than enough momentum to slam it into the ground, where his pack could easily finish it off as he moved onto, targetting the vulnerable spot behind the knee of the next troll.
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