Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on May 16, 2016 21:46:00 GMT -8
Word of Averin's return had rippled through the gathered crowd of Wildlings the moment his Deer 'escort' had been spotted by the scouts. Thus it was that he was given a clear path to move through the cluster of individuals and beneath the arch of the Stones to the inner circle, where Madadh stood with the other Elders in a semi-circle just outside the innermost ring of large stones. Boireann shared a look with her mate as the human stopped before them, and turned to a nearby Bear female that approached, bearing a tray with an intricately carved bone bowl - clearly made from some sort of skull, although he'd be better off not knowing just what kind. Taking the bowl from the tray with both hands, she offered it to Averin; it was filled with a strong-smelling reddish liquid.
"You have seen your heart, Averin Arach, and returned to us whole. You have passed your first trial. Drink this, and the second shall begin." No doubt Averin would be confused, as no second trial had been mentioned before, but there was likely a reason for that. The substance within the bowl was the promised tonic, and would remove the effects of the hallucinogen he'd ingested earlier.
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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 17, 2016 9:00:03 GMT -8
Oh that was brilliant more mysterious tonic to put down his gullet. Averin's patience was wearing thin and his mind normally a bastion of calm discipline was in disarray. The knowledge that there was a second trial didn't surprise him. As bad as the first had been it had been too easy, that they would ask more wasn't unexpected. It still infuriated them that they hadn't mentioned it. Scowling the bowl is taken and the contents drained. He was reasonably certain they wouldn't poison him, there were easier ways to kill him after all. Once the liquid settled in his stomach he waited for whatever was to happen next.
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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 17, 2016 12:36:42 GMT -8
Cairex had spent the hours Averin was gone sharing hunting stories with some of the Wildling Scouts. The societal differences between his people and the Wildling wolves were few, mostly revolving around the acceptance of a central hierarchy over the entire species. Cairex's people were divided up in packs, and lived similarly to wolves, only coming together in times of great peril, or at the Festival of the Moon. Still though, in spite of the excellent hospitality displayed by the Wildlings, he was eager to continue on with the mission, and as such was happy to see that Sir Averin had returned. He turned to Eliza, to whom he had been explaining the various body language signs that indicated respect or displeasure to a wolf:
"Glad to see him back in one piece, though he smells of...plant? Not one I am familiar with at least."
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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 19, 2016 15:50:15 GMT -8
Madadh looked completely unsurprised to see Averin before him again. It may have been worth noting that Madadh's weaponry had been set off to the side; the closest he had now aside from fang and claw would be his gauntlets. The tonic would work quickly to purge the hallucinogen from Averin's system in a matter of moments once it hit his stomach... leaving him free to notice how serious the wolf's expression was. Once the knight's gaze cleared, Madadh spoke in a neutral tone. "Well done, scion of Arach... but now is the time for your second test. You have shown strength of will, but do you have the might to enforce your will when you must? You may rest for a moment if you need it, but your final challenge before we bless your blade is to face me in battle. You only need draw my blood, and the ceremony will begin."
Clearly Averin was meant to keep his blade, and in fact Madadh waited for the knight to approach and strike -- after resting, if the future king took advantage of the opportunity. Madadh was in his standard combat form, one decidedly in-between lupine and humanoid -- the prominent fangs and claws and shaggy fur of the wolf, with enough human form to remain upright if admittedly hunched.
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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 19, 2016 16:49:54 GMT -8
Averin let out a little gasp as he felt the toxin leave his system. The knights mind cleared and the shadows vanished from his gaze. He took a few shuddering gasps and glares at Madadh. He hadn't enjoyed being drugged, but he knew the Wildlings had odd customs. When the wolf issued his challenge Averin nodded. He had expected something like this from the beginning.
"I need no time."
Averin grabs a heater shield from one of the mercenaries and then draws mighty An Dli. Averin approaches the great wolf tribe leader and getting with two feet of him. Then he lashes out with the flat of the blade. The blow is a standard cross cut from right to left. It isn't particularly fast, leaving the knight plenty of room to maneuver should the beast retaliate. Even if the blow lands it would not draw blood since it is with the flat, Averin desires no handicap.
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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 19, 2016 17:02:48 GMT -8
Striking with the flat made things easy for Madadh; his left arm came up, presenting the back of the left-hand gauntlet to allow Madadh to forcefully strike the flat of the blade with that armored hand, slapping the weapon aside. Averin may have been able to finesse some kind of counter, but overcoming one of the Wild People by brute force was simply impossible for a man.
Assuming that deflection was successful Madadh's counter-attack was simply to lash out with a jab at the knight's face. It was a closed-fisted blow, preventing any kind of damage from the wolf's claws, and it wasn't made with anything like full force -- since a solid blow at full force would at the very least knock a human unconscious, much more likely killing them. This one would at worst damage Averin's nose, but more likely just cause pain, bruising, and the flash of shock caused by any blow to the face. That blow was also not made with the full speed of which the wildling was capable, making a successful defense by Averin much more possible.
"Do not fear harming me, Arach." Madadh's voice actually seemed friendly, now -- clearly he was enjoying this.
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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 19, 2016 18:43:38 GMT -8
Averin aided by Madadh knocking it aside Averin easily pulls his sword and right arm back. He pivots with the momentum bringing the heater shield to bear. He catches and deflects the fist off the side of the shield. As he deflects he pivots back and brings the sword whipping around feinting towards Madadh's eyes. He as swings he responds easily.
"Whose afraid, I just didn't want a handicap."
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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 19, 2016 19:00:05 GMT -8
Those in a position other than Averin's might actually see Madadh's tail swing slightly from side to side for a moment as he took a half-step away and leaned back, easily bringing his head out of Averin's reach unless Averin overextended. That six inch height advantage (even factoring in the slight hunch typical of the Wolf tribe) showed itself here.
The moment the blade swung past, assuming it didn't change course, Madadh stepped back in toward Averin, left hand reaching out as if to grab the man by the stylized hawk head pauldron on the knight's right shoulder. Assuming the grab was successful, there would be no delay before the man found himself, armor and all, flung bodily away from the wildling. Here again the strength of the wildlings showed itself -- another human could at best have taken Averin off-balance.
"You have some mettle after all, princeling!" Again, that cheerful, friendly tone did not at all match the current situation.
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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 19, 2016 20:03:24 GMT -8
Madadh's step back and sway were exactly what Averin was looking for. The wolf had fallen for the feint and Averin react instantly, changing the directory of the blade to dart down toward the wolf's chest. The knight slightly extends his arm so the tip will scrap across Madadh chest. Given the wolf already took a step back and was know leaning, Averin believed any dodge would leave the wolf in an awkward position. If the tip connects the magically sharp blade would likely trace a red line across Madadh chest. As he is completing his swing Averin shifts his weight to his left leg. Ready to pivot and bring the heater around to block or deflect the retaliatory blow.
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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 19, 2016 20:57:48 GMT -8
Damtion the silent knight would watch the fight, his great-helm betraying no expression other than the one set in the cold unrelenting steel from which it was crafted. His great-sword rested upright before him, tip buried into the ground slightly as he held it upright in two clenched steel gauntlets.
It had been two days since Damtion's arrival at the wilding camp along with his companions, and thus far not one wilding would have spotted the mysterious figure out of his armor or without his great-sword. For most hours of the day and night one could find the monolithic figure standing a silent vigil, in the same position he stood in now. Food and drink had been offered on the day of their arrival, which he had declined. The armored figure did not seem to need food or water, or rest for that matter.
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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 20, 2016 3:53:18 GMT -8
Cairex watched the fight with interest, being skilled with both blade and claw gave him an interesting perspective. He predicted the moves before they happened, though the feint had caught him off guard, Madadh was clearly holding back. Cairex could have punched harder than that, and dented the shield, and Madadh was nearly as big as he was, and easily just as powerful. Still, the fight was interesting. And two days in the Wildling camp had left him restless by the end of the first day, so he had gone hunting earlier with some of Madadh's pack, an then play-fought with a warrior, who put up a good fight but ultimately lost. He had shared his catch with the warrior afterwards, a sign of good faith among the wolves.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on May 20, 2016 10:04:32 GMT -8
For a matter of months, Gwenneth Barclay, the Dreamweaver witch had been locked away in her quarters, without food or water. In truth, she was exploring the dreamscape in hopes of finding an answer to a very difficult question. Now, finally, she emerges from her quarters, her hair displaced and her cheeks rosy, as if she's just gotten a wondrous rest. Strangely enough, the lack of sustenance doesn't seem to have affected her overmuch, though the first thing she does upon exiting is find the ship's cook and ask for a gallon of water, which she consumes in a matter of minutes, along side an entire roast quail. After her robust meal, she skips up to the top deck, leaning over the banister to gaze over her homeland with a bright smile, breathing in the sweet air and sighing contentedly.
Then, she looks down and frowns, as below her Sir Averin is engaged in battle. She must help him! She leaps off the railing to the ground, floating down unnaturally slowly. Her bright blue thrush familiar follows behind her, chirping agitatidly as she rushes up beside Averin, her hand wreathed in darkness as she takes a fighting stance. "Sir Arach! I am here to help! What is going on?" she asks, her demure tones laced with concern.
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on May 20, 2016 10:11:07 GMT -8
Even as intent as she was on the fight between her mate and Averin, Boireann was alert to the things going on around the Stones. The descent of an unknown woman from the airship certainly caught her attention, and when it became clear that the female was rushing up toward the human male, the tall female wolf reached out and put her arm in front of Gwen, stopping her from reaching the dueling males. Her golden eyes were harsh; had this female no concept of honor? Stepping forward to defend one's pack leader without being asked to was to make them appear weak, and as though they needed assistance. From a female no less! Her voice was a low growl when she spoke.
"I know not who you are, female, but if you interfere in this fight, young Arach will be shamed in the eyes of the People, and the Tribal leaders will not bless An Dli. You must stay out of this if you wish to see him claim the throne of his ancestors." Boireann put herself further between this woman and Averin. She and Madadh both wanted to see the line of Arach restored to the throne, to see peace returned to Alban. If this female tried to step in, Boireann was going to get very unpleasant, very quickly.
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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 20, 2016 12:40:48 GMT -8
Cairex returned to his deer haunch as he saw that Boireann wasn't gonna take down what smelled like a witch. He had no great love for magic users, as they tended to be sneaky cowardly folk who threw fireballs instead of fighting properly.
"Wonder who that is? Never seen her before." He said to noone in particular. She certainly wasn't on the ship beforehand, Averin's wife perhaps? Didn't really matter to him.
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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 20, 2016 22:01:07 GMT -8
While that blow would have been a light one just due to the trajectory of An Dli, Madadh found himself cursing quietly as he instinctively brought that left hand down, using the gauntleted hand to grab the blade as it swung. Unfortunately An Dli, even at the low speed of that swing, gouged its way through one of the armor plates and into Madadh's flesh. It was not a deep wound, but it was first blood. Madadh was quick to release the blade and take a single bound backward, those grey eyes locked on the future king as he spoke. "Well, boy, you have done well. Very well, actually. Keep the blade up, now."
With a quick signal from Madadh the leaders of the other five tribes stepped forward; each walked to Averin, slid a hand along An Dli a bit higher on the blade each time, and walked on to take a place forming a circle around the knight. While this occurred, the Hawk and Bear leaders led the others in a wordless chant: the tones carried weight despite their wordlessness, somehow speaking of power. Only Cairex, among the non-wildlings present, would be able to gather much more of it than that. The chant was the other half of the blessing of An Dli; the blood carried the power, while the vocalizations unlocked and shaped it. As the ceremony wound to a close Averin would feel... stronger, more alive. The downside was that things seemed to move slightly more slowly from his perspective.
"It is done, Averin of Arach, and our deal is made. You will deal with the Fae, one way or another, and we accept you as our king." Madadh punctuated his statement with a bow that the other wildling leaders mirrored.
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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 21, 2016 10:14:44 GMT -8
Averin watched surprised as Madadh grabbed for the blade. A dangerous gambit even with gauntlets, but one he supposed the wildlings could use effectively. Well if it were another blade they could have. The Orichalcum though sliced through the iron with ease and with that the fight was over. At Madadh's bidding Averin keeps An Dlí lifted aloft as the other leaders cut themselves on the blade. As they chant he can feel the power welling inside the blade and through it into himself. The blade was bonded to him now, no other could even touch it. The knight returns Madadh's bow and as he straightens he says with a hint of humor.
"You have my thanks Madadh I will uphold my end of the deal. Perhaps the next time we meet we can fight without you holding back."
Then Averin turns and shouts to his men.
"We have overcome the first two trials and you have my thanks. Tomorrow though we head into The Wyld. Prepare yourselves what we have already done will be easy compared to that."
With that Averin turns towards the Shrike and spots Gwen and Boireann. He had almost forgotten Ms. Barclay was on this trip, so secluded had she been. Curious as to what drew her from her room and what she was doing with the female wolf he approaches.
"Is there a problem?"
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on May 21, 2016 19:08:10 GMT -8
With the fight ended, Boireann dropped her arm, but turned those golden eyes on Averin as he approached. She uttered a low growl as her lips curled slightly, revealing the briefest hint of shining white fangs, and then she was speaking to the would-be king as calmly as she could muster. The female was usually fairly even-tempered, but that this human woman had dared to even think of interfering in a fight not her own appalled her - that she had threatened violence against Boireann's own mate was utterly unforgivable. The combination of these two things had her hackles raised. Literally and figuratively both.
"This female very nearly interfered in the trial. Had she not been stopped, you would have been dishonored in the eyes of the People, and there would have been no blessing of An Dlí - especially not with a threat, unspoken or otherwise, aimed at the Alpha of the Tribe himself." She glanced at Gwen again and snarled, then back to Averin, lowering her voice. "An Alpha needs to keep his pack in line, Averin Arach. If you would make all of this land your pack, you must start with those closest to you." With a final warning growl at the woman, Boireann pivoted smartly away and moved toward Madadh, grabbing bandages and a pot of salve from a waiting Deer as she passed, meaning to tend to the wound of first her mate, and then the other Tribe leaders.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on May 21, 2016 23:56:42 GMT -8
The fight ends just in time to prevent a nasty resolution to the short scuffle between the witch and the she-wolf, as Gwen's chanting in a dark, forbidden language suddenly stops, the darkness coalescing about her hands dissipating as she looks to her commanding officer in confusion, scratching her head as the wolf woman walks away. Were Gwen less forgiving an individual, she may have taken the girl's words more personally, but as it is the witch hardly sees the insult behind it and is content with casting a slightly childish expression of distaste at the female.
"Uh...what exactly is happening right now?" she asks Averin, canting her head to the side and gesturing to the ring of mercenaries and wolf men. "And who are these beastmen? My mother told me many stories of the homeland, but I don't remember hearing about Lycans! They don't seem very nice!"
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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 22, 2016 9:06:18 GMT -8
Cairex overheard the comment about Lycans and growled at the witch. He didn't much appreciate such comments from a dark magic user, and he was still not very fond of witches. His pack had warred with a coven of witches for years, from when he was a small puppy until he had become a full-fledged member of the pack. He had personally beheaded the head witch, and burned her still thrashing corpse inside a blacksmith's forge, earning his name, Forgepyre.
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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 22, 2016 9:17:46 GMT -8
"Lycans?"
Averin raises and eyebrow at that term and he falls into military rest. Feet shoulder width apart hands clasped behind his back. His voice fills with a wry humor as he answers Gwen's question.
"I wouldn't call them that, lycan implies they are men who turn into beasts. The Wildlings are as you see them. They can be more or less like the animal of their tribe, but they are never human. As to whether or not they are nice..."
Averin trails off giving it some consideration.
"I have found them to be hospitable, but I didn't try and interfere with a sacred ritual. It probably doesn't help that the wold I was fighting, the one you threatened, is Boireann's alpha and her mate. As to what exactly was happening, this was the second part of the ritual to restore An Dli. I had to prove my worth by facing The Wildlings leader in single combat. As to what is happening we are resting for the night, tomorrow we will be heading into The Wyld. Do you have any other questions Ms. Barclay."
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