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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 2, 2016 19:03:39 GMT -8
 The Edge of the Moors.
The second most hostile territory in Alban is The Moors. They are home to the fierce, savage, and noble Wildlings. The Moors has the most varied terrain in Alban. Small copse of forest, rolling grass land, stony hills, rivers, lakes, swamps, and marshes. The Moors is the best farmland in all of Alban and has the easiest hunting. The Wildling tribes roam here and often a travelers luck depends on which breed they meet. The Aurochs and Deer are often civil if not friendly. Bear and Hawk will leave you alone unless provoked. Wolf and Badger though are frighteningly territorial and aggressive. When one travels The Moors they are rolling the dice.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on May 7, 2016 16:49:34 GMT -8
Eliza walks through a field, along with Damtion and Sir Cairex Forgepyre. As she goes, she chews unsuccessfully on a rather tough piece of dried meat. "This stuff is way too hard. I think I'm going to break a tooth. Where did they get this stuff, anyways?" Sighing, she continues to gnaw on the meat in a very unladylike way, her pristine white teeth unable to even tear off a piece. |
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 7, 2016 18:43:28 GMT -8
The wolf happily trotted along, alone he travelled on four legs but there was no point in the additional speed when his new pack could not keep up.
"Nothing like a fresh kill compared to this mess. But I do not dare hunt. We are in another pack's territory. I smelled the markers a couple miles back, and they are relatively fresh, so they are not far away. Keep your weapons close at hand, they may not take kindly to trespassers, my pack certainly didn't."
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on May 7, 2016 22:01:32 GMT -8
The trio so far wouldn't meet any of the wildlings. They were able to hear howls in the distance; sharp ears would be able to tell the first calls came from relatively nearby, and were then relayed by the voices farther away. Word of their presence seemed to be spreading. Sharp eyes might pick out the occasional movement as a shaggy figure dashed across their sight in the distance, always parallel to their course and from behind one hill to behind another. Even sharper eyes might note the pair keeping some considerable distance behind them; just in sight, but out of range of contact or combat. Any attempt to charge at one of those distant figures would be in vain; even Sir Cairex Forgepyre wouldn't be swift enough to catch one that was as fast as him and had the advantage of the home terrain. |
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 7, 2016 22:07:06 GMT -8
This was not good. They were outnumbered and surrounded. He had been in such situations before but always on the other side. He did not like being on this side...at all.
"Stay close to me. They are all around us, right now they are trying to figure out what we are and if we are a threat. If the answer is yes, or they are hungry enough, they will attack."
He strained his ears to see if he could make out what the howling was saying. It was times like these he was glad to be in his true form. Hopefully they would talk before attacking since he might be related, like a long lost cousin or something.
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on May 7, 2016 23:54:35 GMT -8
The armored form of Damtion accompanied the other two, with a huge greatsword almost as tall as himself, and certaintly as long as Eliza was tall resting on his shoulder as it always was. The figure stood at 6'8" and was fully armored from head to toe. No where was there a glimpse of flesh to be seen from the mysterious knight. Even when the sun shone directly onto his faceplate, darkness would be the only thing to be seen through the narrow slits in the greathelm that allowed Damtion to see.
Even with the weight of his armor and weapon, he did not seem to slow down, or lag behind his companions at all. The armored man seemed to move at a steady pace that never faltered, almost like a machine.
When the sounds of the wildings were heard, Damtion seemed unfazed, although the greathelm he wore lent to this due to its lack of facial features to convey emotions.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on May 8, 2016 20:09:06 GMT -8
Eliza stops, then inches closer to the imposing knight. She knows that it would be a bad idea to draw her bow, and that a single bad idea could get the three of them killed. Ever so slowly, she lowers the piece of jerky away from her mouth, then watches the others to see what they do. Her concern shows on her face, but she doesn't speak.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on May 8, 2016 20:28:51 GMT -8
Once the party had stopped, a trio of the massive humanoid wolves came into sight over the next hill. The scouts lingered there for a moment, long enough to be seen, then loped easily toward the group. They didn't seem hostile, and their distance-devouring pace left little time to worry about it. In moments, the scouts came to within ten yards of the party... where they stopped, with one of their number taking a single pace forward to establish himself as the voice for the wildling scouts.
Closer, it was revealed that the wildlings were very much lupine -- they looked superficially much like the wolf in the party, their forms like a wolf that had been given the humanoid features of walking on hind legs, speech, and hands with opposable thumbs. For the most part the three were unclothed, only clad in harnesses to carry gear and cloths to cover and protect their groins. They also bore varying levels of jewelry, predominately silver in the form of rings, bracelets, and piercings; the speaker bore the most. "What is your business in our territory? Outsiders are not welcome here." The scout's gruff tones were not openly hostile, but certainly not welcoming either. One of the ones behind him seemed to be just short of snarling, though the other would look friendly enough to those familiar with a wolf or dog's expressions. "If you have business, speak it. If not, leave."
The speaker seemed remarkably uninterested in Cairex for the most part, with the friendly-looking one sniffing at him in a somewhat interested fashion and the hostile-looking one directing most of that glare at him. No comments had been made thus far on their similarity or any possible lack thereof. Still, in the distance, other scouts were occasionally perceptible... keeping watch, keeping them surrounded and in sight. The atmosphere was something like a hunting pack temporarily pausing to confer with their prey, but also carried the potential of peace -- a jarring combination, to be sure.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 9, 2016 4:11:30 GMT -8
Cairex locked eyes momentarily with the hostile one, just long enough to acknowledge his presence and just short enough to be dismissive of him. His attention then switched to the speaker.
"We seek an audience with your leaders. Any more than that I am not at liberty to say except to them."
Truth be told he was not entirely certain how to go about this. No wolf was just gonna roll over and accept someone else as their new king, rightful or not. This would not be easy.
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on May 9, 2016 6:25:08 GMT -8
Damtion's grip on his great-sword tightened momentarily, and left armored gauntlet was about to join his right where it gripping the long handle of the weapon to balance it on his shoulder. As the scouts approached though, they did not seem to be completely hostile, and Damtion would see no point in preparing for a fight yet as they stopped about 10 yards away. The mission was after all not to kill these wildlings, but to negotiate with them, and raising a great-sword against them might not be the most non-threatening thing to do at the moment.
Damtion would watch impassively from where he stood behind and to the right of Cairex. The impassive presence of the monolithic knight in his armor would exert an air of reassurance for his comrades, and perhaps deter the wildlings from attacking them if things did not turn out so well.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on May 9, 2016 11:00:38 GMT -8
Eyeing the wolf creatures cautiously, Eliza lurks behind Damtion. If worse came to worse, she'd be the first to get eaten. She wasn't wearing a giant suit of armor, and she couldn't outrun the wolves. Best to stay quiet and let Cairex deal with it. Sure, it was a bit racist to assume that he'd automatically be able to deal with them, but it was her best chance at the moment. All of a sudden, a rather morbid thought crosses her mind: they'd probably find it easier to devour her than the beef jerky in her bag. She shudders.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on May 9, 2016 15:18:10 GMT -8
After Cairex spoke, a hand signal was sufficient to dispatch the friendly-looking wildling, who promptly loped off into the Moors. The hostile one and the speaker seemed to content to wait, for now....
It was only a few minutes, really, before they had company. Madadh had begun making his way to them starting with the first reports; even if they had been killed he'd want to examine the bodies at least. His figure would likely be quite striking as he came over that rise ahead of the party: a wolf, almost seven feet tall, wearing a long coat, and powerfully built. Though it contrasted with the near-nudity of the other Wildlings, the shirt and trousers he wore seemed natural on him. He wore them as a sign of his status as part-diplomat, to put people more at ease. Both the coat and his form were heavily adorned with bits of metal; predominately silver, and each piece looking very finely worked. Most of it was dwarven in origin, traded for or seized depending on current relations. He seemed a relatively young wolf to be a leader, the white around his muzzle apparently a natural coloration as opposed to a sign of age. The massive blade he carried was handed to an escort at the top of that hill, allowing him to approach armed only with claw, fang, and gauntlet.
As he approached the air of authority would become apparent; the scouts that had originally stopped the party stepped back, lowering themselves slightly to express the newcomer's dominance. They ended up around twelve yards from the party, while the massive newcomer closed to around six. His stance was casual, his gaze calculating, as he spoke. "I am the leader of the tribes, Madadh Allaidh. You may call me Madadh if you wish it."
For a moment, that gaze focused sharply on Cairex, though his tone when he spoke to him individually was not unfriendly. "Before we begin, changeling, know that your form does not make you our kin. You are only a little more welcome than the humans whose shape you can wear, and that only so long as you do not presume too much."
Once again he took in all the group, those predator's eyes focusing on each in turn, weighing and taking their measure. It was only a moment before he spoke again. "What brings you to our lands?"
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 10, 2016 3:18:45 GMT -8
Madadh was about as tall as Cairex was, and Cairex met his gaze as he responded.
"I had not assumed a kinship between us at all."
He looked pointedly at the wolves surrounding them.
"We have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with you and the other leaders. A matter that involves all of Alban, not just the people of the Moors."
Ugh. He hated beating around the bush, but now did not seem like the right time or place to discuss this.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on May 11, 2016 16:04:16 GMT -8
"I speak for the Wild People, as the leader of the Wolf Tribe. Were you not told of this? Perhaps the humans have forgotten." Those massive shoulders heaved in a shrug. The wildling's tone remained friendly when speaking to Cairex. His gaze on the silent armored one and the cowering female was far more cold. Cowardice or a lack of respect were not highly thought of among the wolves, and to a wolf little was as disrespectful as invading one's territory and then as good as ignoring them when approached.
He seemed to sense Cairex's hesitance to speak of matters here, and responded with a degree of hesitance. "If this matter warrants it, we may go to the Stones, where formal meetings among my people occur. Where the human king met with us, years ago... but be warned: if going there is not warranted, you may not be allowed to leave unharmed. The choice is yours."
For a moment those pale grey eyes focused on the other two members of the party. "Is this one your leader? I understand why only one speaks, but one does not acknowledge me at all and the other cowers. I would advise standing back from the Stones if you follow him there unless you learn some manners on the way." The beginnings of a snarl were almost visible for a moment before his expression was returned to neutrality.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 11, 2016 16:12:20 GMT -8
The wolf would have sighed were the gravity of the situation not weighing down upon him. The unspeaking suit of armor and cowering female would be amusing any other time. He probably should have taken the time to teach them how to show respect, or at least exude confidence...well the armor probably didn't need that lesson, but the girl did.
"You spoke of a human king did you not? One who ruled over all of Alban? That line still exists, and we would know. The last member of it sent us here to entreat you. I did not want to say anything with so many ears about, but no matter, I suppose they should find out soon enough."
He looked the wolf in the eye as he spoke, a symbol that he was not lying, or at least that he believed he was telling the truth.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on May 11, 2016 16:27:43 GMT -8
"...yes, I believe that warrants meeting at the Stones. These will spread word, so that my people will know to bring any more representatives to us there." A signal was all it took for the two scouts nearby to turn and lope a ways into the distance. A few moments later the howls began, spreading the word that Madadh was taking these ones to the Stones, and that any speaking of the kings of old were to be brought to the ancient meeting place as well.
"I will lead you there myself... and we will even keep the pace slow enough for your humans." His tone seemed to imply that the humans were Cairex's pets or servants; a clear insult to match the one they had given. The massive wolf seemed to shake himself slightly after giving it, apparently deciding that they were either hopelessly ignorant or unable to do better, and that did not seem to surprise him in humans. Madadh didn't wait for a response; he just turned and started walking further into the Moors. Normally he would travel on all fours, as the scouts that kept pace with them from the distance did, but at the pace he set it wasn't needed -- it was hopelessly slow for Cairex or Madadh, but a very brisk walk indeed for Eliza or Damtion.
(OOC: I'll post a link to the next thread and a first post in that thread once we're all moving again. :D)
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Damtion
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ???
Physical Description: The appearance of this being beneath his armor is unknown. The only aspect of his actual body that can be identified is his height. Damtion stands at eight feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: Damtion is always encased in full plate armor from head to toe. No matter the brightness of his surroundings, light never penetrates the darkness behind the metal mask of his great-helm. He carries with him at all times a great sword, inscribed with unknown and ancient runes along it's entire blade, predating any known histories.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 21:37:21 GMT -8
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Post by Damtion on May 11, 2016 18:21:48 GMT -8
Damtion would remain impassive as Madadh spoke to him, though he did offer acknowledgement once he finished his piece. Damtion's great-helm would tilt downwards momentarily as an indication that he had heard Madadh's words, yet he did not speak. It seemed to Damtion that the wolves were not content with him remaining silent as they spoke, which was unfortunate.
As the two wolves led the way to the stones as they had indicated, Damtion would follow at the pace that was set. The silent knight would have no trouble keeping pace despite the heavy armor and weaponry he carried.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 11, 2016 18:27:45 GMT -8
He chuckled at the joke, nodding at his companions to indicate that everything was alright. The pace was painfully slow, but it was good to travel in the companionship of other wolves, even if they weren't technically the same.
He nearly howled but then he thought better of it, no need to accidentally start something, howl dialects could mean drastically different things to different packs.
"Come on you all, let's get moving, they aren't going to hurt us."
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on May 11, 2016 21:11:10 GMT -8
Eliza jogs along beside Damtion. The huge knight at her side brings her some comfort, even in such an exotic environment. As she jogged, she felt the piece of beef jerky in her pocket but decided to leave it be. She didn't need to break any teeth, and the fear from earlier had taken away her appetite. The wolf had told her to learn some manners, but how was she supposed to do that? She didn't know what wolves did. She didn't even know anything about them, except that they were furry and sort of like foxes and dogs. What sort of manners would a wolf have?
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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 May 12, 2016 17:12:04 GMT -8
The trip from sword to the edge of the moors had only taken a few hours. Averin's men took the time to rest, he on the other hand took the time to plan. He was fairly certain that he would have to disembark. Unlike the dwarves the wildlings had limited aerial capabilities, just the hawk tribe really and they had nowhere to dock the Silver Shrike. He also had to prey that his scouting party had secured that meeting. If they hadn't or they had angered the Wildlings things would go very poorly very quickly.
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