The Kingdom of Belrow
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86 
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 22, 2016 5:29:31 GMT -8
The nation of Belrow is asking any available adventurers to bolster the assault on the shard of the beast that is currently inhabiting the Necromancy Ruins of the Land Tillers State.
EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
HIGH REWARD
Inquire at any embassy
or
by visiting the staging grounds at Kalkador |
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Attla, the Conniving
Committed
life
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 27
Physical Description: A shrewd and bent over nomad, deprived of food at a young age, giving him malnutrition. His thin bones and muscle weaken him physically. He is just 5 foot 5 inches and has a weak and flimsy gait.
He is usually wearing a form of battered cloak, over black robes that hang loosely across his protruding figure.
His weakness extends to his legs, where he cannot run effectively. Instead, he must hobble at a slow pace, making him simple to outrun.
To most people he would be considered an outcast, a useless fruit of society, living off the work of others in a parasitical one-sided form of symbiosis.
His face is droopy, his eyelids purple, a permenant state caused by his lack of sleep. He is an insomniac and thusly has use magical means to get himself to sleep.
He has beard, congealed with silver and brown hairs, which is spewed haphazardly across his chin, in an ugly show of his unclealiness.
His hair is a mess of dirt and grime. It is hard to gauge of his hair is brown, or it is merely the mud that lumps together inside of it.
His eyes, a brilliant green iris, contrasted by the vicious red tendrils in his eyes, a sign of bleariness and tiredness.
His nose is long and angular, ending at the near hidden, slim mouth stuck in a grimace of pain and anguish.
He near always has a thin cover of sweat across his body, with little pieces of grit mixed in, like a foul soup.
Clothes and Equipment: As mentioned, he has a black, torn and weak robe, covering a small fleece of sheep's wool. Over this robe, a battered and torn black cloak covers him fully. His is connected to his robe by a simple headwrap, creating a black hood to shield himself from the sun with.
He wears large leather boots, worn and old, with obvious mistreatment. No attempt to clean his boots has been made.
He carries a twisted and gnarled ironwood root, as a walking stick and makeshift weapon. He uses it as a way of casting magic, using it to gather energy in the same way a lightning rod would conduct lightning.
Underneath his robe he carries a satchel. In the satchel he keeps a small coin purse, and a small box where he keeps various nefarious equipment, such as lock-picks, needles, small daggers and some throwing darts, all of these stolen or created by him.
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 23:24:09 GMT -8
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Post by Attla, the Conniving on Apr 22, 2016 8:40:30 GMT -8
"MONEY MONEY MONEY!"
Needless to say, Attla's in.
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Istolil Torviir
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 246 in elf years about 31 in human years
Physical Description: Istolil is a tall dark elf man in his early thirties. His skin is a dark purplish hue and his light grey hair is tied into a tight ponytail. He is small in stature standing at an insignificant five foot eight an oddity compared to the other members of his race. He has a burn on the right side of his face from a alchemy lesson gone awry.
Clothes and Equipment: Istolil wears a black cloak that hides dark green clothing embroidered with the designs of his family house.
Istolil carries with him a spellbook that was given to him when he was a child as well as a journal that he frequently writes in.
He also carries with him an old long sword passed down to him from his father sheathed in a leather holder bearing the symbol of his house.
Registered: Apr 19, 2016 14:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Istolil Torviir on Apr 23, 2016 12:59:17 GMT -8
"I will assist in this quest as well."
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
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As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Apr 23, 2016 16:11:48 GMT -8
"MONEY MONEY MONEY!" Needless to say, Attla's in. Same story bruh, if there's money to be had, may as well.  |
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The Kingdom of Belrow
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on May 6, 2016 20:17:26 GMT -8
This is everyone's last chance to join the quest. It will begin around 48 hours after this post has been created. Hurry quickly, before the Grand Army marches to war!
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Dr. Anton Bartlett
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 36
Physical Description:
Anton is a dark-skinned human male of average height with a shaved head and dark eyes. He is of moderate build, his body having picked up some weight as his metabolism has begun to decline. Although he isn't of optimal physical fitness, Anton maintains proper grooming as his fingernails are always neatly clipped and his skin clean of blemishes, boils, and other markings. There are a few lines on his forehead, a result of stress from numerous failed experiments.
Clothes and Equipment: Anton prefers to wear fancy, lavish clothing that would be associated with those of aristocratic status despite him not being born of exceptional wealth or status. He strictly upkeeps his clothes and they are not without a single wrinkle or stain. Typically, Anton can be seen wearing a blue and gold coat, a white and gold shirt with matching pants, and blue and gold boots. Always carried with him is a golden cane mounted with a mysterious red gemstone.
Registered: Apr 24, 2016 11:10:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Anton Bartlett on May 6, 2016 21:08:58 GMT -8
Sounds like fun. The dangerous kind. I'm tagging along!
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