The Dark Spirit
Established
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: A formless mass of darkness, that can when occasion calls manifest two crimson eyes. As it grows in power it's form will become more distinct.
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Registered: Jul 25, 2016 17:37:16 GMT -8
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Post by The Dark Spirit on Sept 29, 2016 10:18:28 GMT -8
Iania's sacrifice hadn't been in vain. Between the blow and toxins in it's veins the bear was slowed down enough that the lightning Tanis summoned impacted against it's back. Another horrible roar of hatred erupts from the bear's mouth. It staggers, stumbles, but rights itself. Gathering it's energy it makes to charge making it only a few steps before the Elder Spirit of Fire collides with its skull. Fire engulfs the bear burning away the darkness. The Dark Spirit screams it's absolute fury, a sound so horrifying it defies explanation, that makes the weak willed loose their bowels in fear. Then it dissipates and the great bear collapses to returned to its former size.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Sept 29, 2016 10:23:24 GMT -8
Talis didn't notice the bear collapse to the ground. Didn't notice that Cassandra had successfully summoned and commanded her spirit. The only thing he saw was Iania on the ground. He scrambles to his feet rushing to her side. He all but trips over himself as he comes crashing to her side. Pressing his head to her chest searching for a pulse. The young elf is on the brink of hysterics desperate to know she is okay.
"No, please, please no..."
He mumbles until he hears the beat of her heart. Only then those he relax sagging against her chest for a moment before gathering her limp form into his arms to cradle gently.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133 
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Sept 29, 2016 11:51:17 GMT -8
The tree-like appearance had been steadily fading from Iania's person as she was knocked unconscious. She failed to respond to Talis's presence as he worked himself up over her state.. at least, until he pulled her into his arms. Then she groaned, her eyes slowly sliding open to let her gaze up at Talis. She appeared confused for a moment, then relieved, smiling up at the summoner.
"Talis.. you're alright." Then she appeared to remember something, and her eyes widened as she tried to sit upright.
"The Tiller who jumped in front of me? Is he alright? What about the bear? Is the spirit gone? Owww..." The surge of adrenaline briefly masked the pain, but it quickly returned, leaving her slumping back into Talis with a wince. Her ribs ached, and her left shoulder and upper arm were already visibly bruising, but she'd be fine. If it hadn't been for Rohak, she'd probably be dead. She looked around, trying to spot the man, wanting to thank him.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Sept 29, 2016 14:59:53 GMT -8
Cassandra stood awestruck at what she had done, the Spirit's scream shaking her to her very core in the same instant. Trembling hands reached up to touch jer own face, the sight of the bear's formerly terrifying visage still imprinted in her mind. It took everything she had just to remain upright and standing, even though all she wanted to do was fall to her knees and vomit. What on earth had she gotten herself into? People were dying, getting horribly injured or possessed! What was to stop that thing from attacking again and again? They couldn't beat it everytime....could they?
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Sept 29, 2016 15:04:07 GMT -8
Ravanys watched, slightly awestruck, as Cassandra's summoned elemental and Talis's creature both attacked the bear, sending the spirit fleeing. Then she allowed herself a small, triumphant smirk, and plunged her blade back into its scabbard. She turned to look at the Lady Winter, then, and her smirk faltered, before disappearing entirely. Swinging down off the fierce stallion's back, she moved over to the noblewoman and reached out a hand in offer of support, speaking softly, soothingly as she did so.
"My lady, are you alright? Do you need to sit down? Should I fetch you some water?"
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Sept 29, 2016 15:51:28 GMT -8
The big, beefy man managed to get to his feet, albeit it with some stumbling. The creature's scream more annoyed him than frightened him. "Yah F*CK OFF YOU DISEMBODIED PIECE OF SH*T!" He walked over to what was left of his kite shield and kicked it. It had a huge dent it in and more resembled a taco than a defensive tool. Then he turned to the bear. He couldn't believe it. It was true. The poor bastard really was just an ordinary bear, possessed by a demon beyond comprehension.
At around this time Rohak's reinforcements arrived. They weren't quite up to date about the situation and were very confused. "All this over a bear?" One of them said. There were at least a dozen men now, all heavily armored and in uniform. They were also accompanied by a cleric. "Commander?!" Rohak chuckled. "It's a long story. Have the cleric heal the bear and send it on its way."
That's when he felt a shooting pain in his arm. "Er, and when he's done have him heal my broken arm."
What a day...
Finally Rohak heard the beautiful elf girl mention something about a tiller. He swiveled around. Again, this was the first time he had seen one of the legendary Land-Tiller elves. She was quite a sight, and powerful too. "Heh, Rohak of the Dittany clan, at your service. I'd wave amicably at you but my arm is broken, so you'll just have to wait. And I take it you must be Yana." He wasn't quite sure how to pronounce her name.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Sept 29, 2016 19:53:05 GMT -8
"I'm alright, you're alright!"
Talis exclaims as he holds her, fighting the urge to squeeze her tight. He wanted to cry or panic or... He didn't know. So he just kept holding her because he needed her to be okay. It takes him a moment to register the rest of what she said. When he does he finally looks up at Rohak though he doesn't let her go to go thank the man.
"The Dark Spirit is banished for now. As is the bear. Your saviour seems to be alive if a bit worse for wear."
Talis then raises his voice to the man.
"Thank you, thank you so much for saving her."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Sept 29, 2016 20:37:31 GMT -8
Iania pushed herself upright with a grunt, leaning into Talis as she looked at the Land-Tiller, offering him a crooked smile.
"It's Iania, actually." Which was pronounced 'eye-ay-nee-ah'. "You saved me. Thank you, Rohak. I'd offer to heal you if that was among my skills, but sadly, it's not."
An apologetic tone entered her voice as this was said. But then she was distracted by looking at Talis, lifting her hands to run them over his face and upper body, reassuring herself that he was unharmed.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Sept 30, 2016 6:27:03 GMT -8
"Water...would be good, I think."
Her fears and doubts and worries seemed to be battling what felt like a raging inferno inside of her. The fire was slowly winning the battle, as her trembling seemed to slowly subside and her whirlwind of frightened thoughts died down, allowing her to think a bit more clearly. Her eyes still held the dazed, faraway look to them, as even the fire couldn't help her process what had just happened.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Sept 30, 2016 7:17:23 GMT -8
Ravanys nodded, and moved to fetch some water from her saddlebags. Returning with the skin in hand, she offered it to Cassandra, keeping a wary eye on the lady. She didn't look quite so much like she was going to faint, now, but she was still concerned about her mental state. She glanced toward the Elves and the man with the broken arm who was apparently their next summoner, but the conversation had nothing to do with them. So her attention swiftly returned to Cassandra and remained there.
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Oct 11, 2016 11:58:56 GMT -8
Rohak shrugged. "Ehh, our land is full of healers. Don't worry about. Thank you for fighting off the... thing... that thing..." He pointed at where the bear stood just a few moments ago. The cleric from the Havburg house made his way over to the party and started patching everyone up, starting with Rohak's arm.
As the healer's hands bathed the limb in soft white light, Rohak turned to Talis. "So I take it you're the commander." He squinted and stared at Talis' ears. "Another elf? You guys are really coming out of the woodwork huh? Er, I mean that in the nicest possible way mind you. It's just my first time meeting your kind. Wasn't expecting it to be like this."
When the cleric was done, Rohak directed him to begin healing the others. "So, you guys need some food? Water?" He noticed Cassandra and how unwarrior-like she seemed compared to the rest. "Pedicure?" He said with a smirk.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Oct 12, 2016 11:45:39 GMT -8
Talis manages to not immediately start ignoring Rohak again, but only barely. He just wants to hold Iania and keep her safe, but he had a duty to perform. Eyes on Rohak, Talis can hear his elder spirit whispering in his ear.
"I am Talis, I guess I am in charge of our group. That thing was The Dark Spirit, it is... the antithesis of life of existence itself. It's not a spirit of death, but I guess nothing and it won't stop until everything is nothing again. The only way to stop it is for five summoners connected to elder nature spirits to unite and combine their powers to banish it once again. The dark spirit was here for a summoner who has not yet unlocked their power, my elder spirits says this summoner is you."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Oct 12, 2016 14:34:50 GMT -8
Iania gently wriggled out of Talis's arms, murmuring to him as she stood.
"I'm alright. Go talk to him."
Once Talis was distracted, she snuck off.. somewhere.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Oct 13, 2016 13:28:50 GMT -8
The mention of pampering got Cassandra's attention, and she looked up with hope in her eyes.
"Pedicure! I would absolutely love one! And from what I have seen of my companions, I doubt they have been taking proper care of their feet either, what with the walking and all. Ravanys, would you like one as well?"
She sounded incredibly excited, all trace of weariness leaving her voice as she spoke. Now this, this , was hospitality.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Oct 13, 2016 16:03:36 GMT -8
Ravanys nearly choked on her laughter, which was caused both by Cassandra's eagerness and the lady's suggestion that she might want a pedicure. Unable to stifle her grin, she shook her head.
"Ahh, no thank you, my lady. I wouldn't object to a nice hot bath, though."
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Oct 14, 2016 0:45:13 GMT -8
Rohak looked stunned. "I? a summoner" After a few seconds his expression changed to a jolly guffaw. "Hah. You must be mistaken. Perhaps one of my brothers and sisters in the Dittany, but I'm afraid I am a brute, better with a sword than a staff. My blood and my soul are a poor match you see. My parents were lovers, but I am most certainly a fighter." He beat his chest. "Still, whoever this summoner is I will not rest until I help you find them. It's the least I can do for you saving my people."
Rohak blinked forcefully and then pinched the bridge of his nose when he heard Cassandra taking his frivolous comment seriously. My what a motley crew they had. He whispered to the cleric. "Do you know anything about pedicures?"
"Sir, I haven't trimmed my own toe nails in a week." The cleric responded in a hushed tone.
"Neither have I. Uh..." He glanced at the spoiled brat honored hero and, when she wasn't looking, rolled his eyes. "Have a messenger fetch someone from the Ivy clan, someone with soft hands." The cleric nodded and headed back to the chapter house as soon as he was done healing the rest of the party. Rohak turned to Ravanys. "Baths, baths we can definitely do. Yes, baths. As for food, well, our conditions are rather austere-" Rohak grinned at himself for using such a sophisticated word. "-but I'm sure the chefs can dig something up from the pantry to satisfy your appetites. I heard elves don't like meat much. We mostly eat what we farm regardless. Come, come!" He gestured the party to follow him.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Oct 22, 2016 20:50:52 GMT -8
Talis stares at Rohak flummoxed, of course the man is the summoner the elder spirit said so. He admitted Rohak wasn't what he thought of when he thought of summoners, but neither was Cassandra and she'd done it. He is about to say more when he notices that Iania is missing. "Uhm, we can talk more tomorrow. I have to go find my friend now." Feeling slightly sick with worry Talis gets up and takes off. He and Iania would not return until the following morning where they would get the party, which now contained Rohak whether he liked it or not, ready to go.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Oct 25, 2016 6:49:08 GMT -8
"A bath? Yes! Even better than a pedicure! Excellent idea Ravanys. Lead the way to food and hot water, oh handsome knight."
A bit flirtatious perhaps, but he was just so brave, as brave as Ravanys in fact, and so far appeared to be an excellent host. She did manage to resist the urge to giggle, but a brief (and expertly done) batting of her eyelashes was performed.
She whispered to Ravanys as they followed the knight inside.
"This trip is turning out better than I thought it would!"
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Oct 25, 2016 7:58:34 GMT -8
Ravanys shot Cassandra an incredulous look when she called Rohak 'handsome'. She could admit that some men weren't wholly unattractive, but this was what Cassandra considered appealing? Ick. Ravanys shuddered, trying to dispel the thought, and grumbled unintelligibly. She really needed to find herself a pretty skirt to get up under...
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Rohak of the Dittany
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: 6'3, big beefy man with dark skin and big muscles
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 18:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Rohak of the Dittany on Oct 25, 2016 18:18:06 GMT -8
Rohak wasn't phased at being called handsome before. It wasn't the first time and it likely wouldn't be the last. He lead the party back to the Havburg castle and instructed the local squires to start preparing accommodations for their guests, including a feast.
The set-up of the castle was not that different form a communal home in the Celadine Hills. The people were farmers, hard-working and austere, and put their community first. They were cordial to guests and lived relatively simple lives. But unlike the Celadines, these people spent the rest of their time training and drilling for when they might be needed. They were melee fighters and horse riders. Not all the members were native Land-Tillers. In fact most of them were recruits and emigrants from the The Duchy of Audria.
As agreed, Rohak would treat them to baths of warm water. They would also get clean cotton clothing to sleep in for the night, and if they so wished were invited to participate in the day to day activities, something Cassandra would likely refuse but perhaps Ravanys would find interesting.
And of course, a feast was held in their honor. It was simple food, rice and grains, beans, bread, fruits and vegetables, and goat milk. A pig had been slaughtered for the occasion as well.
While they were eating, Rohak would attempt to get to know everyone better and find out about these summoners.
"So, what are your stories? And how did you guys become summoners? What IS a summoner anyways and why does your leader think I'm one of them?"
(The jury was still out on whether or not a member of the ivy clan proficient in pedicures would be found before the evening was over.)
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