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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 13, 2016 13:06:44 GMT -8
The Saskatoon clan mostly resides in the mountains in either stone or wooden cabins. Here they make use of the difficult landscape in a way that all other Land-Tillers envy. Their style of farming involves the planting together of corn, beans, and squash, as well as cultivating hardy grasses that don't require much food or water, so that their lambs and goats may eat and provide milk and furs. These sorts of farms can function even without magical assistance as high up as 9000 feet. In addition to this, the Saskatoon love growing hardy fruits, especially the Saskatoon berries. Their Saskatoon berry pie is to die for. Finally, the Saskatoon are one of the few clans that likes to work metal, and have a reputation for making basic shields that double as enchanted instruments. |
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 12:26:33 GMT -8
The two orcs made there way from the swamp towards the mountains. The terrain reminded Daris of the stony fields of Falkreath. The people had been surprisingly welcoming. They had not been challenged or harassed. The earth spirits in his blade sung as they traveled. They liked this land and he couldn't disagree with them. Dura's vision had lead them right. He holds her hand and squeezes it.
"This I think is where we should stay. Do the spirits agree? Do you agree?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250 
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 14:31:51 GMT -8
Frankly, Dura was surprised that they hadn't been stopped and questioned. These people seemed more curious than frightened. Perhaps they sensed kindred spirit within the two Orcs? It didn't much matter to her; she had Daris, and they would build a home here somewhere.. that was the only thing important to her. Looking around at the peaceful valley, when Daris squeezed her hand, she looked at him. His question drew a small smile to her face, and she nodded. "Yes. I agree. There is a prime location for a hut, just this way."
She raised her staff, pointing in the direction of the land that was whispering to her most energetically. It was a wide swath of grassy terrain, settled right up against a mountain face. As they neared it, Dura inhaled deeply, then moved to the very edge of the area. Planting the butt of her staff in the earth, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes listening. "..Here. This is the spot. I think maybe I can..." She sat on the earth, folding her legs before her and laying her staff across her lap, then tugged Daris down to sit in front of her. Once he was sitting, she took both his hands in hers, and opened herself to the magic all around them - as well as opening her mind and soul to Daris, so he could feel her thoughts and emotions.
"Share your magic with me, Daris.. the earth will help us to grow a home, if our minds work in unison." She was already picturing a hut.. a grand hut, easily big enough for the both of them, and for more occupants, one day. She saw a sloping roof of overlapping stony shingles, and sturdy stone walls.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 15:15:39 GMT -8
Daris sits in the lotus position at her insistence. He lays his blade across his lap and takes her hands. It reminds him of the first time they really connected. When she had shown him how to reach out beyond himself. What had in many ways been the start of all this. He could feel her mind touch his and the purity of her soul. He saw the hut she wished to make. Saw that she would make it larger than they needed. He saw why she was doing so and his heart swelled with love, though his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The picture she showed him shaded by their intermingling thoughts and emotions, it felt like a picture of home. It felt right. He drew power from the blade and from the world around him and he shared it with her. He shared everything he had and everything he was. Without hesitancy, without fear, with absolute trust.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 15:25:59 GMT -8
To feel his trust, his emotions.. his love for her... It filled Dura with confidence. She swayed ever so slightly from side to side as the magic swirled through them, bringing them as close to one entity as two separate beings possibly could. The earth nearby began to shift and tremble, moving and rumbling, shaping itself to the images in both their minds. Responding to their feelings, their hearts, their souls. Slowly, oh, so slowly, it began to form into the home they envisioned for themselves, rising gradually out of the earth.
The process was slow and intricate, taking about four hours. By the time it was done, Dura was sweaty and exhausted, but when she finally opened her eyes and looked at Daris, there was a gleam of satisfaction in her gaze. She turned her head and looked at the building that stood nearby, separated and secluded from the village at large, but still somehow a part of it. It was empty, devoid of the furniture and personal effects that would truly make it a home.. but those things would come in time. The important thing was that it existed, and it was theirs. She uttered a quiet, happy chuckle.
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 15, 2016 3:44:03 GMT -8
Having come through the northern mountain pass, an uneventful if sheep-filled experience, Mog'Lash finally comes upon a settlement. The natives, mostly human, don't seem as frightened of her brutish appearance as people from other lands she's visited. Maybe some of them would be brave enough challenge her. But she doubts that.
She stands in the dirt streets of the small farming village, sticking out like a sore thumb among the locals. She approaches one them, one of the weak and squirmy-looking humans. "You," the grunts, her finger pointing down at him. "Have you seen any of my kind around here? We're hard to miss."
She'd heard of orcs this far south. She had never been but had always wanted to travel these lands, to see if the people in this part of the world were as tough as they were rumored to be. So she plans on hearing the words and wisdom of others of her race who know this place. But first she has to find them.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jun 17, 2016 10:58:07 GMT -8
Mog'Lash would find that the majority of villagers were peaceful and welcoming. Would she get challengers? Maybe a few of the larger males would ask to arm-wrestle her, and draw laughter from everyone else when they inevitably lost. The Saskatoon were tough in the sense that they enjoying mountain life, which included difficult farming practices and coping with harsh weather. Physically they were about as strong as any other humans. Of course what really set them apart was their connection to the earth, which afforded many of them powerful earth magic. Even Mog'Lash would do well to avoid arm-wrestling an earth titan. Finally, Mog-Lash would point at a young girl. "Hi giant lady! Are you looking for your friends? They live over there!" She pointed to a large hut just down the road. Its architecture was somewhat distinct from the others. It was made mostly of stone and had a taller than average doorway... |
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Mog'Lash the Breaker
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description:
Lash is an orc and typical for her kind. Tall and strong. A little green and toothy. Her dark hair is soft and loose while her muscles are hard and defined. She has visible scars and bruises giving proof to the many battles she's fought and won.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her clothes vary depending up on the day and task before her. Usually this means simple pants and a top that show off her muscles. When expecting a fight (or when she plans on starting one) she'll wrap her hands and wrists to avoid injury.
Her primary weapons are her bare hands. Punches, chokes, and gouges just make her day. However, some opponents don't have the sense to fall down when hit in the face and for that reason she carries an orc-made ax.
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Post by Mog'Lash the Breaker on Jun 18, 2016 6:43:29 GMT -8
Mog'Lash brings her opponent's hand down to the table sitting outside of the village's public house. Her opponent must be part bull given the size of him. But like the two men before, he couldn't best her in arm wrestling. "Such a good sport, Saskatoon," she says as the crowd of locals cheer at the informal competition. "Have you ever tried besting an orc before? No?"
"What about you, little child?" She asks as she stands up from the table, walking away from her opponent and into the crowd. "Have you seen anyone like me around here?"
The little girl says that she had. She even points the way. Mog'Lash thanks the girl and bids farewell to the villagers still standing around their beaten champion. She then walks out of the village to seek these other orcs.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 12:16:44 GMT -8
The Saskatoon clan mostly resides in the mountains in either stone or wooden cabins. Here they make use of the difficult landscape in a way that all other Land-Tillers envy. Their style of farming involves the planting together of corn, beans, and squash, as well as cultivating hardy grasses that don't require much food or water, so that their lambs and goats may eat and provide milk and furs. These sorts of farms can function even without magical assistance as high up as 9000 feet. In addition to this, the Saskatoon love growing hardy fruits, especially the Saskatoon berries. Their Saskatoon berry pie is to die for. Finally, the Saskatoon are one of the few clans that likes to work metal, and have a reputation for making basic shields that double as enchanted instruments. Over the course of about a week or so, some of the villagers would likely notice some unusual noises at night, and the occasional disappearing farm animal from the pastures. The four scouts were apparently having a good time taking any of the locals' possessions that weren't indoors or nailed down. While they were rather skilled at staying in stealth, the farmers might spot a swift shadow dash through the underbrush, or catch a glimpse of a dark figure that did not look native to their territory. Should these mischievous infiltrators go unopposed for a while, they would likely amp up the number and damage of their little raids. |
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Feb 27, 2017 15:27:44 GMT -8
The raids would go unnoticed for a bit, but eventually people would start to notice suspicious activity. A group of small wyverns from the lower valleys would be brought in to fly over the sky and spot anything unusual. These medium sized creatures were not exceptionally powerful, but were quite intelligent and had a symbiotic relationship with the Land-Tillers. In exchange for food and protected nesting sites, they would aid the Land-Tillers where-ever possible.
Several guard camps were organized at key points along the paths between the villages, so that if a villager or wyvern spotted someone who did not belong, warriors and mages could be summoned.
Still, it would be a while before the ultimate Land-Tiller defenses were deployed, including Van'ei or the TERRA network. The locals wanted the thieves caught, not vaporized.
A few of the villagers thought up the idea of leaving offerings in the form of food baskets and semi-precious stones on their front porches. Each of them had a sign that said:
"If you are starving, please only ask. But if you continue stealing or harm anyone, know there are things protecting these lands that you know not of, which are far more dangerous than arrows and swords."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2017 6:01:20 GMT -8
The raids would go unnoticed for a bit, but eventually people would start to notice suspicious activity. A group of small wyverns from the lower valleys would be brought in to fly over the sky and spot anything unusual. These medium sized creatures were not exceptionally powerful, but were quite intelligent and had a symbiotic relationship with the Land-Tillers. In exchange for food and protected nesting sites, they would aid the Land-Tillers where-ever possible. Several guard camps were organized at key points along the paths between the villages, so that if a villager or wyvern spotted someone who did not belong, warriors and mages could be summoned. Still, it would be a while before the ultimate Land-Tiller defenses were deployed, including Van'ei or the TERRA network. The locals wanted the thieves caught, not vaporized. A few of the villagers thought up the idea of leaving offerings in the form of food baskets and semi-precious stones on their front porches. Each of them had a sign that said: "If you are starving, please only ask. But if you continue stealing or harm anyone, know there are things protecting these lands that you know not of, which are far more dangerous than arrows and swords." The group could slowly begin to feel the air to slowly grow tense, as security measures in their local area began to amp up. They decided to do one more raid during the night, in which they found the gifts and the note left for them. They largely ignored the note, pocketed the precious stones, and scattered the food around in the dirt. This area wouldn't be subject to their antics anymore, as they went to search for a new place, again quite careful to stay hidden to the best of their ability as they crept away. Ultimately no locals were harmed, but multiple possessions were stolen or destroyed. <Exit> |
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