Maris Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 34
Physical Description: Standing at 5’8”, years’ of riding and fighting have made Maris an incredibly svelte and powerful-looking figure. His skin is swarthy and beginning to wrinkle with age. A large, fresh, vertical scar cuts down the right side of his face, slicing over the now-empty socket where his right eye once was, and ending right above his lips. Occasionally, he uses a white rag to cover the socket, although he tends to keep it uncovered and open. His long black hair is tied into a ponytail, and keeps his similarly colored goatee trimmed short.
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Clothes and Equipment: In battle, Maris wears a silver suit of scale mail and a fur-lined iron cap. On top of the iron cap is a red horsehair plume, and two long pieces of leather are attached to the side, covering the sides of his head. As for weapons, Maris wields a lance, composite shortbow, and shortsword in battle. While the lance and shortsword seem relatively plain and unremarkable, the shortbow is rather ornate. Carved along half of the bow’s outer body is an array of various symbols, and a phrase in a language few by Maris can understand has been carved along the inner face of the bow. Finally, Maris can almost always be found astride his horse, which he has named Grey Fox: a fast, powerful horse with bay-and-grey-colored fur.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 22, 2017 11:29:51 GMT -8
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Post by Maris Guess on Jan 26, 2017 13:52:27 GMT -8
As Damtion approached Maris, the shorter man would place a hand on the sword at his belt, and step to the side, keeping the knight in his peripheral vision.
When Mihael had finished his briefing, Maris would take a moment to look around him at the other people whom had assembled in the room. He would raise an eyebrow at the motley collection of interested parties, but he would then look back towards the map, trying to find some recognizable pattern for the recorded attacks.
After a brief, probably fruitless investigation, Maris would click his tongue, “How many men should we expect to find following them, and where would be the best place to find them?” he asks, his gruff voice ringing out in the small room.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on Jan 28, 2017 17:26:32 GMT -8
"We aren't sure about exact numbers, but not much more than a hundred," Mihael says as he trails a finger over the map to a place along the coast south of Avelius, it is a small isolated peninsula. "This is their base of operations, Beggar's Landing. During the war it was the largest human settlement outside of Avelius, no it belongs to the Revenants. Or scouts report that there is no less than thirty men there at all times and the place is a fortress."
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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 Feb 5, 2017 11:45:53 GMT -8
Eirwynn stood there with her shoulder casually pressing into Arthur's arm, eyeing all the stuff laid out before them and listening to the explanations being given. She tapped thoughtfully at her lower lip at the mention of the fortifications and numbers, then piped up.
"What's th' preference toward collateral damage on this fortress o' theirs? If'n ye don't care 'bout th' place bein' reduced t'smolderin' rubble, we can prob'ly flush 'em out wit'out much trouble usin' th' Shrike an' 'er armaments. 'Twould like as not make it easier fer th' landlubbers t'get in there an' wreak bloody havoc."
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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 Feb 15, 2017 14:03:46 GMT -8
"Fighting in a ruined fortress is a tad more dangerous though, as is searching it. Perhaps a scaled back version of that? Once we get in, we can signal to you where to strike?"
Use of an airship would not rob him of the glory of honourable combat, nor the ability to sink his claws into this traitorous group of bandits. Cairex was a big fan of hands-on approaches.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 17, 2017 12:22:27 GMT -8
Framenoli would march promptly to the gate without a worry. He cleared his throat and waited for the guards to acknowledge him.
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 18, 2017 15:06:46 GMT -8
The guards of the Hall of Law eye the large man with the kind of suspicion professional guards reserve for people who look like criminals. "What?" One of the blue cloaks asks not rudely, but not kindly either.
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Framenoli Ceaser
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 33
Physical Description: Standing around 6'6" Framenoli is a huge muscular human being weighing in at 255 lbs. of pure muscle. He is pale as can be, and has dark brown hair. He can be seen with a heavily scarred face and burn marks on various parts of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Framenoli wears a steel helmet with horns sticking out on four sides, nearly like a Viking helmet. He is always seen with a jacket base out of the fur of some tough brown furred animal which shows some of his torso, it is cutoff at the shoulders. He does wear the pants of another brown furred animal which is hard to break through. Last but not least he wears wooden shoes.
He does carry two daggers on each leg and a great sword will always be found in his hands.
Registered: Apr 14, 2017 15:52:08 GMT -8
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Post by Framenoli Ceaser on Apr 19, 2017 12:36:40 GMT -8
"I, Framenoli Ceaser, am here on an inquiry of a bounty that I have heard about. That's all."
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 20, 2017 17:24:27 GMT -8
The guards look at each other and the one who hadn't spoken shrugs as if to say, your problem. The one who spoke up previously sighs and nods. "The only active bounty is for The Blood Revenants, they tend to haunt the moors and the coast. If you can bring some in then you get paid, alive gets you a bonus dead is fine as well the king just wants them dealt with."
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