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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 4:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 17:09:48 GMT -8
Legends tell of an ancient grimoire bound in human flesh known as the Necronomicon. This mysterious book is said to forbidden knowledge, powerful spells, and incantations. It contains the scrolls, tomes, and journals of all the world's most powerful necromancers. If one wishes to become one of the world's most powerful necromancers, then obtaining the Necronomicon is key.Lord Volquin seeks all able-bodied men and women of any race and background to help him retrieve this dark and heretical book. Those who help secure it will receive a reward far greater than coin, and may even have a chance to read from the great grimoire itself.If interested, post here. |
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Igrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50 
Age: Some parts are old, some young....
Physical Description: I change.... Vith partth I am uthing....
Clothes and Equipment: It changes withe partth I am uthing....
(usually a Doctor'a bag, and a metal rod to attract lightning, as well as a few jars of organs, and a single jar with a mutated loaf of bread ready to devour all in sight)
Registered: May 13, 2016 19:43:25 GMT -8
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Post by Igrik on May 28, 2016 5:07:52 GMT -8
Igor could be in this, he has intense durability, limited magic and decent fighting skills, as well a love for necromancy. This would most likely happen before he joined Frankeneblin or during a vacation in "canon."
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Solvictus
Established
The Insatiable.
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 6'8"
Weight: 260 pounds (No Armor)
Eyes: Red
Skin: Unknown
Hair: Unknown
Markings: Unknown
Clothes and Equipment: Armor: Crafted by demons to preserve the darkness inside it known as Solvictus. The magical power of this armor is currently unknown. The armor is made of iron and is detailed with red cloths and red striping. The armor covers him from head to toe and has a skull mask beneath the hood over his helm.
Registered: May 21, 2016 20:17:23 GMT -8
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Post by Solvictus on May 28, 2016 13:30:40 GMT -8
I would like to participate as Solvictus. I can only post once a day, but if that is okay, then count me in. I would like to keep Solvictus in the shadows where he would normally be In Character. Use Solvictus to follow them without being noticed and jump in when the time is right. This could be the first quest he takes after the tournament in his timeline.
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Malagus
Established
Chief Librarian of the Great Library of Belrow
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: May 3, 2016 1:55:13 GMT -8
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Post by Malagus on May 29, 2016 3:05:48 GMT -8
Malagus will also join in this quest. As chief librarian of the Great Library of Belrow. All knowledge must be obtained and categorized.
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Foxko Folding
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknowen
Physical Description: -Human Rouge - 6'1 - lean build- Strong arms - Dark features - Green eyes - Face often partially covered -
Clothes and Equipment: Thieves tools - Blade of Rise - Short-bow - Lock Pick - Bag of Holding - Journal - Graphite - Light leather armor -
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:27:12 GMT -8
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Post by Foxko Folding on May 29, 2016 15:48:57 GMT -8
A reward greater than coin you say? Sold!
Please consider my application for the above quest. Though i am new to this world I will endeavour to do my best in retrieving the Necronomicon.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 4:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 6:25:37 GMT -8
Solvictus Malagus Foxko FoldingThe quest location has been posted, and you can meet Volquin, Igrik, and Attila here: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/1711/bowels-wrykeepYour character either: 1. Meets us by random chance and decides to tag along, 2. Volquin met you beforehand and sent you to the church earlier, and you have been waiting until his arrival, 3. Or 3, you followed the carriage tracks to the church, and that's how you found us. Your choice!
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 4:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 17:23:17 GMT -8
This is just an update guys, still waiting on a few more players to post before proceeding with the quest.
Thanks!
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Igrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: Some parts are old, some young....
Physical Description: I change.... Vith partth I am uthing....
Clothes and Equipment: It changes withe partth I am uthing....
(usually a Doctor'a bag, and a metal rod to attract lightning, as well as a few jars of organs, and a single jar with a mutated loaf of bread ready to devour all in sight)
Registered: May 13, 2016 19:43:25 GMT -8
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Post by Igrik on May 31, 2016 19:21:01 GMT -8
If he takes too long we may have to skip attla....
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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 May 31, 2016 23:38:09 GMT -8
Please, have some patience. I am working on it. I can't do everything at once.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Jun 1, 2016 16:23:23 GMT -8
Oh, no you guys, I wasn't trying to rush anyone or be mean. I mean, I myself have a hard time posting - and usually I only post on weekends, so please do not feel like you're holding the story back.
Attila, you're totally fine.
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Igrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: Some parts are old, some young....
Physical Description: I change.... Vith partth I am uthing....
Clothes and Equipment: It changes withe partth I am uthing....
(usually a Doctor'a bag, and a metal rod to attract lightning, as well as a few jars of organs, and a single jar with a mutated loaf of bread ready to devour all in sight)
Registered: May 13, 2016 19:43:25 GMT -8
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Post by Igrik on Jun 1, 2016 16:57:46 GMT -8
I was being hypothetical dude.
No worries to all parties, I hope anyway.
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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 Jun 2, 2016 0:14:28 GMT -8
It's cool, Igrik.
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