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 May 9, 2016 12:52:38 GMT -8
Averin's response sent another ripple of conversation through the Fae, this one excited. Fionnghuala eyed him with great interest and not a little respect. He didn't cower before them although they were fearsome, he claimed no responsibility for the failures of his house, and he openly stated what he was here to do. She aimed a slightly sharp look at the Warlord as he brought up their fondness for mirrors, then turned her back on the party to confer with the other Fae. There were soft whispers for several minutes, before she finally turned back to look at Averin. "Your coming will be expected, Averin Arach. Do not die." Then she took to the trees, the Fae trailing behind her as they disappeared back into the Wyld.
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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 9, 2016 13:01:51 GMT -8
Expected, not welcomed. The do not die part was at least a positive. If he had to guess he would receive no assistance traversing The Wyld, but also no opposition. Turning up the sky he grabs a signaling mirror and indicates Arthur should drop a ladder, then he turns to Ei and Nacthon.
"So what is next?"
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Warlord Ei Halvard
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 180
Physical Description: Of the Dwarven race, Ei Halvard is about 4'5" (relatively tall for a dwarven male), has jet black hair, and thick stony muscles.
Clothes and Equipment: Bronze armor, iron boots, lead alloy axe.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:08:04 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Ei Halvard on May 9, 2016 14:08:58 GMT -8
The warlord was genuinely smiling. He looked at Averin as a father would a son. "Now that you've proven yourself, there is one more thing we need to do. The legendary sword of An Dli was originally created with the blessing of all the races. There is a legend among our people that a very rare class of metallurgist blessed the sword, giving it phenomenal power to accompany the gifts of the other races. Of course that man died many years ago." Nachton had just finished gathering up the last sphere. He was walking back towards the group. "But it is no legend. Recently a child, a little dwarf girl, was born, and her father testified that the child was able to imbue an exceptionally rare alloy called mithril with remarkable properties." The other dwarfs started to mutter excitedly. Nachton grinned. "There is no reason to keep her existence a secret now. Her birth must have been ordained by the earth to coincide with your return. And I believe she is old enough to bare the responsibility of being the dwarf steward of An Dli. You will take your airship and go to Jorden's Halls, where the dwarf council meets. Me and the warlord shall meet you there. There, your sword shall receive its first blessing! Then the quest to reunite the other races under one banner shall truly begin!" After giving Averin instructions on how to get to the hall, which wasn't far, the dwarfs would begin to depart. |
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Captain Arthur Maddock
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 28
Physical Description: Arthur is of roughly average height for a human male at 5'10", with a light but solid build of essentially no body fat at about 160 lbs. His figure, nonetheless, is very striking thanks to his hair (so pale blonde as to look white in almost any light) and eyes (ostensibly a light grey, but appearing silver in many settings). A very quick way to get on the Captain's bad side is to call his face androgynous, pretty, or anything of the sort -- the eccentric pirate has heard it often before, and generally responds violently. Considering his profession, Arthur has incredibly few scars... whether due to prowess in battle or cunningly avoiding it being a matter of some debate outside of his crew.
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Clothes and Equipment: Arthur is almost always clad in one of several identical outfits consisting of his black tricorn hat trimmed in a dark red (and adorned with what the Captain often claims is "a genuine pixie skull, mate"), a lace-up white shirt generally worn unlaced at the top to help him stay cool and because he thinks it looks dashing, black lace-up pants worn laced up and belted with a length of silk cloth because it wouldn't do to have one's pants fall down in a boarding action, very fine black leather boots, and generally a black long coat with a very elaborate, high collar to shield him from both sun and inclement weather. Like many sailors he wears some few ornaments, primarily beads, in his hair -- even the few he wears tend to click together when he turns his head rapidly or in a strong wind. His only jewelry consists of an old silver signet ring bearing caravels on waves and, like almost every member of the Silver Shrike's crew, a simple necklace bearing a ship's wheel charm. Arthur keeps several daggers concealed about his person, like any sensible brigand, and carries his schiavona -- a basket-hilted blade much like a slightly shorter, broader rapier, a weapon of war rather than one for dueling and useful for both cut and thrust -- at all times, including to the head or bed. He has been known to carry a hand-crossbow for the initial stages of a boarding action.
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Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:16:58 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Arthur Maddock on May 9, 2016 15:25:09 GMT -8
As Averin signalled, the ladder was lowered. As soon as the Silver Hawk were all aboard, that ladder was brought back up. Arthur had vacated his place at the helm, leaving a tattooed petty officer to man the wheel and murmuring to the first mate, "You've the conn, 'wynn. I'll be aloft."
And with that Arthur strolled to the rigging and scrambled up it, making his way up to the top of the mainmast in mere moments. Once there he hooked his right arm, holding him up, while his left fished out a short looking glass. The Gods only knew what Arthur was so interested in, but knowing him it was probably... actually, knowing him there was no telling. Even the Gods might not know. Hell, Arthur himself may not.
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Eirwynn Rodrick
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 28
Physical Description: Of average height for a human, Eirwynn is 5'5" and curvaceous, with slightly-tanned skin and a sturdy bone structure. She has dark brown hair that falls to just past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that have often been described as 'mercurial', as their exact coloring shifts between varying shades of brown, gold, and green depending upon her mood. Her face is attractive, if not beautiful in an eye-catching way, and she has often been described as 'cute' - which is a surefire way to end up with a sword pointed at your face. She has a smattering of scars across her body, including one across the right side of her face that bisects her eyebrow and continues down below her eye, but that's likely to be expected, given her chosen career.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her chosen attire generally consists of a pair of tight-fitting brown breeches, paired with a low-cut white shirt with slightly-loose sleeves, and a pair of low-heeled brown leather boots that come to a stop just shy of her knees. This is occasionally accessorized with any of a number of underbust corsets in varying colors, and/or a long brown coat that she often wears open. Typical accessories consist of a two brown leather belts - one wide, which seems to be purely for ornamental purposes (aside from holding her sword's scabbard), and a thinner one which carries a few pouches that hold various items (compass, coins, and a few heinous powders, mostly) - a red sash tied around her hips, and a number of charms and beads strung throughout her hair. She has two necklaces that she never takes off, one bearing a ship's wheel charm, and the other bearing a trio of roughly-cut semi-precious stones in black, blue, and white. She has a schiavona which never leaves her side, even when she's sleeping. What is perhaps her most distinctive possession is an oddly-shaped wood-and-metal club that she wears at her hip; despite its appearance, the item is in fact a weapon, and a projectile one at that, which she fondly refers to as her 'Thumper', given the noise the projectile bludgeoning instrument makes when it impacts its intended target - usually someone's skull. Enchanted by one of the rare wizards (who happens to be a close family friend) of Alban, the instrument is bespelled to return to her hand once thrown. It's her favored method of disciplining crew members, and they've all learned to fear the odd weapon, especially when it begins to emanate smoke as a sign of its owner's annoyance.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:59:40 GMT -8
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Post by Eirwynn Rodrick on May 9, 2016 15:46:07 GMT -8
Watching as Averin and his men boarded the Shrike, she scrambled back to the quarterdeck just in time to meet Arthur on his way.. up. A dark brow arched at him when she heard his words, and she nodded. "Aye, Cap'n." She watched her best friend and lover move up into the rigging and take his place atop the mainmast. Moving up onto the poop deck, she braced her hands on the railing and leaned forward, observing as the Silver Hawks and their leader took their places on the deck. Gesturing for Averin to join her, she called out to the would-be king.
"So, yer lordship, where are we goin' next?"
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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 9, 2016 18:11:28 GMT -8
Averin bows low to the warlord. He is honestly surprised that things had gone as smoothly as they did. He was a tad surprised that Ei didn't ask more of him. He blinks in surprise at the revelation of how the sword would be empowered. It was a secret not known to the royal guard who kept him safe. Still it made sense, he knew the sword was meant to incorporate magic from all three native races. Clambering up the rope ladder Averin waits until everyone is abroad before looking for Arthur to give his orders. The man was in the rigging still and hadn't come down. Crazy bastard. Sighing he turned to the more sensible first mate who was already asking where they were going next. He gives Eirwynn the orders instead, they were going to Jorden's hall. <Exit to Jorden's Hall.> |
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