Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 5, 2015 16:33:05 GMT -8
Roy turns.
"Yeah? What can I help you with? I owe you for training me, sure I can help you out."
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clydethestag
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 27
Clothes and Equipment: no clothes. sometimes a light robe. also i have a medium sized sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2015 8:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by clydethestag on Sept 5, 2015 18:08:13 GMT -8
"well, do you know any one who can help me get out of this place?? i really must get back to my tribe..."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 5, 2015 18:39:30 GMT -8
"Well, there's a door this way."
Roy leads Clyde to the doorway of Darkhive, leading into the spooky dark night.
"I dunno where we are, I think we're up north. Good luck, Clyde."
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clydethestag
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 27
Clothes and Equipment: no clothes. sometimes a light robe. also i have a medium sized sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2015 8:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by clydethestag on Sept 5, 2015 19:13:01 GMT -8
*i look into the night for a bit before turning back to you* "well, do you know any who might know a way back to medan? i can find my way back from there quite easily"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 5, 2015 19:25:40 GMT -8
"Well, Leviath...but he isn't around very often. So no, sorry. If I knew how to get to Medan, I'd go there myself."
He walks back into Darkhive.
"I hope you get back to your home, Clyde. Thanks again!"
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clydethestag
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 27
Clothes and Equipment: no clothes. sometimes a light robe. also i have a medium sized sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2015 8:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by clydethestag on Sept 6, 2015 15:47:12 GMT -8
"ok, well thanks anyways. i guess ill try heading east..." *i wave to you before heading off* "goodbye... if you need, im in the eastern deer tribe, northeast from medan..."
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 7, 2015 6:02:41 GMT -8
"Turn the boat around," Vald repeated to Ingsten for the hundredth time. "Turn the boat around, now," he reiterated after being ignored. The boat was riding in rough waters, getting knocked around by the icy residue and raging waters.
"Shut up, boy," Ingsten barked back, "I am in command of this ship, I am in command of this crew. Keep your tongue in your mouth, lest you wish to be thrown overboard," the old man commanded, being the eldest of the crew.
Seven longships, each outfitted with about a dozen or so Varan warriors each, had been sailing along the northern coastlines, heading west after leaving their homeland of Asgeir. Eventually, after sailing so far west, they happened upon a giant castle, which unbeknownst to them was the Tower of Darkhive, where the Revenants stayed. At first, this was their intended destination, but the crew captain, Ingsten, wanted to venture farther north, into the shroud of darkness that lay beyond them. Vald and some of the other men disliked the idea.
The water had picked up dramatically within minutes, tossing the ships around as they continued in the direction. It became noticeably darker and chillier, threatening to freeze the Varan where they sat or stood. Vald and the other men were forced to hang on tight and clutch the sides of the longships so as to not get launched off of them.
"Ingsten," Vald cried out, "we shouldn't be here, our ships won't-"
"By all the gods, boy," Ingsten barked off, turning around and stomping to the middle of the ship where Vald stood. "I've had enoough of your-" Ingsten reached up and clamped his mighty hands around Vald's throat. Vald was prepared to fight back, but the longship hit a sudden bump, which tossed the front of the ship into the air. Both Ingsten and Vald was sent flying out of the ship, along with the other ten warriors.
Vald struggled to find something to grab onto, but finally found a piece of plank - a broken part of the longship - and used it to float back to the surface. He gulped for air the moment he arose, frantically looking in the cold darkness to see what was happening.
Six of the longboats had been completely mauled by the raging northern waters. The last one was on the verge of being destroyed, but it had been at the back of the party and its crew had managed to stay on. He knew coming here was a bad idea. A few other Varan were struggling in the water, gripping onto pieces of broken wood like Vald. "Come on-" Vald swallowed a gulp of sea water, choking as he spat it out, "get to the ship!"
The Varan frantically hand-paddled their way to the last surviving ship, whose sail was slowly tipping over. It crashed into the water and its crew experienced a similar fate: flying out of it as if they were in a catapult. Rope from the sail hung over the side and Vald made his way to it.
The rope was frigid and hard to grip, but the strength and will of the Varan is strong, and so Vald made his way into the broken ship. Before long, several other surviving warriors had climbed onto the ship as well.
"Row! Row!" Vald cried out commands as picked up what little bit of oars remained and threw them to his compatriots. They caught them, stabbed them into the waters, and began to row the ship back southward, towards the castle. "To the castle," Vald told them.
Soon enough the waters became less-wild and was more forgiving for the intruding Varan. Vald looked around: only eight other men had survived the disaster. In the distance, ruins of the longships protruded from the water, and bodies of drowned Varan littered its surface.
Finally, the group made it to a rocky shore some distance away from the Tower of Darkhive. Its inhabitants no doubt saw - and laughed at - their attempt to head into the northern waters, into the darkness. "Settle here," Vald told the crew, "pull the ship onto the shore and get some rest."
Should the Revenants of Darkhive come to them, they would receive them. Otherwise, they'd rest for the moment and make their own way to the castle.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 7:13:25 GMT -8
Royal watches the events unfold, turning away when the ships hit. The sight leaves him even more pale than usual.
"Oh my. I hope they're not hurt too badly."
Upon seeing them crawl ashore, he lets out a sigh of relief. Strange for someone who doesn't breathe.
"Oh dear, they're soaked. They'll catch colds. We can't have that."
After a bit of searching, Roy finds a cart, which he fills with foods and blankets and bandages. Drawing the cart with ease, he walks out of the tower and pulls it down the path towards the unhappy sailors. Good thing they didn't crash in the daytime, he thinks to himself. Upon nearing the group, he waves.
"Hello! Are you alright? I brought some blankets if you're cold...bandages if you're hurt...food if you're hungry."
Roy gives a friendly smile, incidentally showing off his fangs.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 7, 2015 8:39:19 GMT -8
"So... should we go or not," asked Varri, one of Vald's fellow warriors, inquisitive about their predicament. "No food, no shelter, no weapons... nothing. It was all lost in the wreck."
Vald sighed. He wasn't sure who lived in the castle, and he certainly didn't want to risk the lives of the remaining men. But then again, there wasn't much the group could do. "Fine, let's-" Vald spotted a young man on his way down the path to where they were, a cart in tow. "Hold fast," he quickly said to his men.
Finally, the young man made it down to the small shoreline. "Blankets," Vald asked curiously, "bandages?" The Varan looked at one another curiously, unsure if they should trust this man or not.
Then came the fanged smile. The Varan took on a readied stance as if they all meant to pounce on Roy. "Tis a beast of the night," hissed Ranavald, "we shan't trust'em! A dagger to the heart! There be daggers in men's smiles!"
"Easy now, Ranavald," Vald said, standing upright as if to assert a diplomatic stance. "You offer us necessities and luxuries," he began, speaking to Royal Fletcher. "If it is good will you seek to give us... then offer us weapons first so that we may feel safe. Axes.... swords.. whatever you can spare. A Varan never leaves home without his weapon, but ours, alas, have been lost at sea."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 8:46:27 GMT -8
"Weapons...um...I dunno if I can find any."
Roy looks a little taken aback at the request for weapons, surprised that they're not jumping on the food.
"I don't know if we even have an weapons in there. I mean, we probably do, but I haven't seen any. There's my sword, but I'd rather hang onto it."
He looks straight at Ranavald, who he heard whispering.
"Please don't kill me. I mean you no harm. I don't have any weapons to spare. But please, take the blankets at least. It's cold, and you're wet. You'll catch a cold."
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 7, 2015 8:54:18 GMT -8
"Pfft," hissed Ranavald, "we're Varan! We're born in the cold, raised in the cold, we live in the cold! We are the cold!"
"Now, now," Vald said, raising his hand so as if to command his comrade to settle down. "No weapons? Fine. But don't be surprised if my men are a bit grumpy... or at least paranoid. It is law in Asgeir, my homeland, to carry a weapon at all times. Now, we shall take the blankets." Vald nodded at his men and they each took a blanket, wrapping it around them as if they were capes.
Varri spoke up again. He was a young man. "Now what? We should find shelter."
Another warrior, this one a large brutish fellow named Baeron, who kept a heavy brown and grey beard, spoke up in his deep, bear-like voice. "What about the castle? A castle that size would have many rooms. Maybe you let us stay, no? Maybe... we find employment...
Vald nodded at Baeron and thought for a moment. "Hmm... I hadn't considered that. Truth be told, we're raiders. We've come to raid your place of rest, to take the riches in this castle. But as you can see, our force is all but gone. My men, demoralized. Our weapons and belongings, lost. So now, we're at your mercy. Shall you receive us within your castle?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 9:01:55 GMT -8
Roy shakes his head.
"Oh no. No no, you can't go in there. For your own safety, you should stay away and leave as soon as possible. It's full of vampires, and most of them aren't as nice as me. If you go in there, you'll all be eaten alive. I'm sorry, I wish you could come in. But you'll die, and I'm sure you don't want that. But really, it isn't very comfy inside anyway. You're better off out here. Um...want some roasted chicken?"
Roy pulls out several cooked birds from the cart.
"Try it, it's good. I cooked them myself."
He offers the huge platter to Vald.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 7, 2015 9:14:21 GMT -8
Some of the men were ready to reach out and grab the platter, but Vald stopped them. "Well then, a ship perhaps? Or some supplies to repair our ship?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 9:20:56 GMT -8
"Oh, I dunno. Wood is kinda scarce up here, it's too cold for trees to grow. I don't think there's any ships around here, they'd just get crushed on the rocks like yours were. Oh! Hey, um...where are we? I kinda got teleported here and I don't know how to get back. I want to go home, but I don't know the way."
He holds out the platter.
"Go on, take it. It's better when it's hot."
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 7, 2015 11:06:38 GMT -8
"Fine," Vald said, letting his men hurry forward and grab the platter. "Thanks for the food. We seem to be in the north still, and I'd wager if we continued along the northern coastlines and headed south we'd reach the Kingdom of Medan. Now, if you've no ships and no weapons, you're no longer any use to us. Thank you, good sir, and good day. Come my brothers, we must set off and find shelter where we can."
Vald and his men nodded to Royal Fletcher and prepared to leave the area.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 7, 2015 12:42:49 GMT -8
Roy runs after them.
"Wait! Wait! Are you going back down south to Medan? If you are, could I come with you? I...um...I'm scared to travel by myself. I can travel in the daytime, I have an umbrella and everything."
He looks very worried.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 8, 2015 14:23:05 GMT -8
Vald turned around, surprised at first, but then rubbed his chin. "Hm... well, if we can make it to Medan, I suppose that's where we'll go. And you're free to come. But... don't be surprised if we decide to raid a few outposts or villages along the way." Vald turned around and he and his men continued up the path, heading away from Darkhive. "But first, we need weapons. Do you know where we should go to find some weapons, you good cursed-man?"
The Varan mercenaries would not mind Royal Fletcher following them.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 8, 2015 14:32:14 GMT -8
Roy shrugs.
"I dunno, sorry about that. Most people in there don't use'em, they just seduce their prey or rip them apart with their bare hands. Mine is the only one I know of, and I just learned how to use it, so I'm a little attached. I can probably find you some on the road, though. Travelers usually have a couple. Or you could buy them in Derith, if you have the gold. I don't."
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Sept 8, 2015 16:31:18 GMT -8
Vald squinted his eyes in curiosity at the thought of supernatural beings who could rip their prey apart. A Varan would welcome a challenge, especially one against a power like that, but the folks in Darkhive were probably dark and twisted, and the Varan were highly superstitious and decided to keep clear of such debauchery. "Derith? No, Derith is east of here. We need to go west. Perhaps we'll find someone with weapons on the road. If you wish to come, then keep up." <Exit to Medan-Darkhive Route>
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Leviath Bahat
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Roleplay posts: 67
Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Oct 3, 2015 20:34:54 GMT -8
A throne or thorns, bone and black metal shards, locked away in a hidden hall, found itself being used for all manner of unholy and un-matrimonial activities; hidden from the rest of the labarynthian spires and keeps by hidden passageways and a stained glass window that barely let the light of the moon seep into the room.
Against one arm, a beauty lay with her chin resting and fast asleep. On the other, a second beauty was still quite conscious, and ran the razor-sharp tips of metal claws down the chest of a man whose skin sealed shut within seconds of laceration. A large blanket covered their modesties - a hide of some description, fashioned together from the thick, fur-filled hides of bears or werewolves. The man, Leviath, had only a single part of his lower body protruding from this blanket; his right foot, which lay above the floor atop the parietal plating of a blood-stained skull.
"I hear the whispers of dark anew, my eminence," she said at one point, rather out of nowhere.
"Yes. A foulness creeps back into the world. I have seen it, I can smell it, I can feel it," he replied. "But I do not believe this is of our doing, my wife."
"And will you do something about it, my love? Or is this as the weather; passing by in idle conversation but ultimately having no bearing on our decision to act?"
Leviath heard her, then moved his hand with the sudden motion of a jerk beneath the blanket. The beauty caught a gasp, which then relaxed into a sigh. "I will send creatures south, if it worries you so. Their eyes will seek out those that so disturb your cold heart."
"Good. It gets so tiring here, my lord. So dull, so carefree."
"Not for long, I feel. I require back that which I bestowed within you."
"Right now?"
"Yes. Hold still."
The woman cried out audibly, her body stiffening and falling down against the revenant's side, while his fingers parted flesh and pushed deep into the black recesses of her form. She cringed, grit her teeth and rolled her eyes into the back of her head, but even her endurance could not stop the cries that would part from her lips.
"Ah. There it is," he said once more, before removing his hand from her meat. Blood began to pool, but her wound would soon close as easily as his had; leaving her gasping and recovering from the ordeal and curling up closer to the blanket for her own comfort. Leviath, meanwhile, revealed a deformed and disfigured creature sharing the qualities of snake, raven and bat. It scratched, growled and screeched, but Leviath soon opened his fingers and allowed it to spread its wings. "It has grown much within you, my wife. This essence of your nature, this child."
"What will become of it?" The beauty asked, still struggling to speak.
"The form is incomplete. I must say, I was curious as to what would happen if it were to be removed so early, but I never expected anything quite like this. Still, now that this being is free, we will send it south. To act as your eyes and ears, just as you are mine."
The creature screeched once more, before being thrown into the room. Before long, its wings opened and it caught the breeze, making the most curious sounds as it crashed through the only window in the room and flew away into the night; leaving the three on the large throne to whatever business could occupy them under so late a moon.
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