Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 30, 2016 20:53:45 GMT -8
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Princess Ashley
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Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
Registered: May 30, 2016 14:38:50 GMT -8
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Post by Princess Ashley on May 30, 2016 20:57:29 GMT -8
Ashley walked up to the river and stuck her toes into the cold water.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 30, 2016 21:06:07 GMT -8
Upon the icy shores of the river a man would wash up. He wore battered armor, pierced through in his chest and one of his thighs. The wounds were open now through the holes in the metal, the icicle projectiles that had caused the wounds having melted. The warrior did not look to be in good shape, although he was alive, just barely.
He was still bleeding a bit and would stain the snow below him red as he crawled onto shore a couple of feet. Already he could feel the coldness seeping into his body. His thoughts, while anything but coherent at this point given the shock his body was currently in, always seemed to return to those screams, the screams of his daughter and wife as he was dragged away and tossed into the icy river. Those screams would haunt him for the rest of his days if he survived this. He truly wanted to survive, if only for revenge, but his strength was quickly fading.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 4:09:26 GMT -8
The despair of the man, his sorrows and his woes and his resolve, could be felt by Neva as she traversed the Northern raange of her territory. Even before her great sleep, she had never gone this far North, preferring the warmer rivers to the South, but after her recent experiences with Vain, she found the cool waters refreshing. The rumors of the Frost Queen's power could be felt even this far away, and that had been part of Neva's reason for travelling North. The injured man had taken her attention, perhaps he could give her more information. But first he would have to be healed.
She grabbed him carefully in her mouth and brought him into the River, where his blood would mingle even more fiercely with the River. Her scales flushed bright orange as the wayer around her boiled, and healing magics seeped into the warm areas of the water. The water seeped into his wounds, preventing further blood loss and warming him to prevent death by frostbite or hypothermia. The wounds would also take some time to heal fully, and the man would remain unconscious until they did so, a process of a few hours.
When the Lone Warrior came too, he would be greeted by the sight of Neva's human form, seated next to a fire with a couple sizzling fish placed on a stone suspended above the rock. She was singing a slow, melodic song, in an old forgotten language.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 9:43:15 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would feel something grabbing him in its jaws, something huge and powerful. Through his blurred vision he could see its huge teeth as they grabbed a hold of him, yet he did not move, did not put up a fight; The Lone Warrior had barely enough energy to remain conscious. His state of mind was somewhat at peace with the current turn of events after all, and as he was brought back into the water and sinking into its depths, he finally drifted into unconsciousness.
The Lone Warrior would come to hours later, his icy blue gaze fluttering open to see a woman sitting next to a fire. The song she was singing was unknown to him, yet soothing in its tones. The melodic song would do much to put his initial panic upon waking up in an unfamiliar place after going through such a traumatic turn of events at ease, at least a little bit.
His facial expressions would still tell a tale of confusion however in the moments after waking, and for a brief moment he even wondered whether he was alive, or he had died and was now in the after-life. The Lone Warrior would sit up slowly, still somewhat weak despite his wounds being fully healed. He would then move one of his hands towards the hole in his breastplate, feeling unbroken skin through the hole in the armor. His wounds seemed to be healed, and for that he was thankfully of this unknown individual that seems to have been the one that helped him. However, if one were to look closely, a peculiar looking scar had formed over where the wound near his heart once was, it was an icy white, and even glittered in certain angles of light.
"Who are you? Were you the one that healed me?" he asked in a quiet tone.
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
Registered: May 31, 2016 5:43:26 GMT -8
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Icy River
May 31, 2016 9:52:33 GMT -8
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Post by Araldur on May 31, 2016 9:52:33 GMT -8
As he was walking by the river, Araldur sees two people talking. And one didn't seem like it was a human, walking towards them, Araldur pulled his sword and said "Hello." He didn't want to talk too much or to get in trouble.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 9:53:46 GMT -8
Neva got up slowly from the fire, her garments not reflecting the cold environment they were in, but the cold did not seem to affect her at all. Her face was full of sorrow as she gazed upon the man, for she knew he had lottle left to live for, save for vengeance, and that was one thing her magic could not fix.
"I am Neva-Svir-Suna, Guardian of the Rivers, and yes, I am the one who saved you. You should come sit by the fire, now that you are awake my magic will only keep you warm for a few more moments."
She gestured towards another log that was set near the fire, close to hers.
Upon the arrival of the newcomer, Neva's hand would stray towards her spear and her tattoos would glow ever so brightly.
"Can I help you traveller?"
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
Registered: May 31, 2016 5:43:26 GMT -8
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Icy River
May 31, 2016 10:05:26 GMT -8
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Post by Araldur on May 31, 2016 10:05:26 GMT -8
Araldur, feeling outnumbered, decided to be peaceful and speak with the fellow travelers. "My name is Araldur. I have no intend to fight you. I'm heading to Isra, The Free City." He put his sword back into the scabbard.
He sat down and took out his food, he haven't eaten in days, as he took out some meat from his little bag, he showed it to the others saying: "Do you want some ? You seem exhausted and hungry."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 10:35:51 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would move closer to the fire as the cold crept in, also taking off a few pieces of his armor to make himself more comfortable. He wore fur lined clothing underneath his armor, so he wouldn't lose any warmness by taking off the uncomfortable metal plates. He would sigh as he felt the warmth of the fire wash over him, a sensation that felt other-worldly to him after almost freezing to death.
"Thank you, Neva, for healing me," he said thankfully. A few minutes of silence passed as he warmed himself near the fire, gears in his mind already turning. Neva's sadness was not unfounded as he did only live for revenge at this point. All else was lost except for that hope for revenge. The image of the frost queen was burned into his mind, and he would not forget that image until he killed her.
Soon enough though, another approached the fire, with his sword drawn. The Lone Warrior would instinctively reach for his own sword at his left hip, but his hand would grasp nothing but air. This realization, that his sword was lost saddened him for a moment, his heart wrenching as he remembered the turn of events that led to him losing his sword, but this quickly went away as he focused on the man that stood before them now.
He would simply shake his head in reply to the man offering food. He trusted Neva, as she healed him, but he did not trust this man who approached with weapons drawn.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 10:46:45 GMT -8
Neva, who certainly appeared neither exhausted nor hungry as she did not need to eat and had recently woken up from an 800 year nap, pointed towards the fish sizzling on a stone slab above her fire.
"We are good thank you."
Turning her attention back towards the Warrior she had saved, she would begin her inquiry.
"If you are ready to speak, would you mind telling me what happened? I feel a strange power flowing through my rivers, and it concerns me. It is the same power that is embedded in that scar on your chest."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 11:22:11 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior's gaze would lower slightly, looking towards the ground when Neva inquired further as to what happened, a clear sign that even mentioning the past events darkened his mood considerably. When he spoke however, he was able maintain a steady voice, although not for long
"They came from the mountains, sweeping down along with sheets of frost that froze everything. The frost came first then the creatures of frost and snow. Led by a frost witch of some sort... they killed everyone," the Lone Warrior would sit silently for a bit, the events playing through his head once again as he recalled them.
He would then raise his hand to his chest, feeling the scar that replaced the wound there again, "This is where she stabbed me with an icicle, that ice witch. What do you mean you can sense a strange power where my scar is? What does it mean?" he asked.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 11:28:49 GMT -8
Neva reached out and let her hand hover over the scar, not daring to get too close to it, lest it have a strange reaction with her own magic.
"The icicle that is there could not be removed. My efforts to remove it failed, though I was able to delay it...it will kill you unless the source of its power is destroyed. That would be the Witch who did this to you most likely, though the power I feel in there is beyond what any witch is capable, I susoect your witch is of Fae origin."
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Araldur
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Araldur is an average height man. Pale as the moon with hair black as the long night. His muscles were a little bigger than those of an average man.
Clothes and Equipment: He's clothes were dirty most of the time, because he doesn't have the time to clean them in his long walks. He wore a long hooded brown cloak. A black thick shirt, black trousers and black boots. He had a pale blue sword, full of his spiritual power. It could be upgraded with runes, made from dragon head.
He also had one crystal at him, breaking it would bring the soul of the last creature he captured in this world, to fight for Araldur
Registered: May 31, 2016 5:43:26 GMT -8
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Icy River
May 31, 2016 11:36:47 GMT -8
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Post by Araldur on May 31, 2016 11:36:47 GMT -8
As he ate, the wanderer listened to the man's story. It didn't really interest him, but he just wanted to hear it.
"If you don't mind, I will leave, sorry for the trouble, I'm used to being alone and killing everything that comes into my sight."
After finishing his sentence, Araldur's eyes and right arm turned to a glowing blue, he raised his right hand into the air and vanished, leaving a blue shadow-like figure, that dissapeared shortly after.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 12:23:12 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would nod slightly in response, "So I will die unless I kill this witch... I mean fae creature," he said slowly. He would chuckle to himself then at the realization at how perfect that was given his predicament, he would eventually fall silent again, though.
"That should be fine, I intend to get revenge anyways, however I will need equipment to do so, and the location of the fae woman," he said as he pondered on solutions to these problems, "I suppose I can go to Isra to get equipment to go on such a journey, and they should know more, unless you can track the source of the strange power to find this fae?"
The Lone Warrior would look at Neva somewhat expectantly.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 12:55:46 GMT -8
She nodded absent-mindedly to the strange teleporting man, not really paying attention to his words before he disappeared. She pondered the Lone Warrior's words as she flipped the fish over to cook their other side.
"Perhaps I could trace it, although not until the snows start to melt and the snows and ice feed my rivers. That would be the only direct way of tracking it that I have, although such a powerful user would undoubtedly give off an aura that I could track if I were close enough."
She thought on it more, wondering if she should help the Warrior. As of this moment the fae witch posed no threat to her, but if she started expanding into the Southern waters it could upset whole ecosystems.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 15:05:45 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior could see the uncertainty in Neva, even if only it was obvious for but a moment. At this realization he would speak again,
"It is fine if you cannot help me, I already owe you my life. I will still be going to try and kill this fae witch once I find her though," he said, determination clearly present in his voice. His whole life hinged on this one singular purpose, and everything he did now until he either died or succeeded would have to do with his goal in some way. There was nothing else left for him to live for, and it would be the same situation even if he did not have the fae scar that was going to slowly kill him until he got his revenge.
He would fall silent again, staring at the icy river that flowed down from the mountains nearby. The edges of the river were blanketed in icy sheets that would occasionally break off and float down the river slowly, but the middle still flowed unimpeded. The sky was overcast, and the sun seemed to be setting now as temperatures began to drop ever so slightly and the grey light that washed over the white landscape began to fade. Besides the gargling waters of the river and the crackling of the fire, there was no sound, not even wind.
As it got darker, wolves could be heard howling in the mountains. The Lone Warrior would turn towards Neva then, and the fish. Assuming she didn't mind, he would eat one of this fish. He was quite hungry, and couldn't resist it any more. After finishing one of the fish, he would seem somewhat satisfied. Plus he did not want to eat both of the fish, that would be rude.
"If it is okay, I will rest here for the night, but in the morning I intend to begin heading to Isra," he said solemnly. To get to Isra he would have to trek through the Nokari mountains with what little supplies he had. He did not have a problem with this however, perhaps he would die by some random occurrence and he would be freed of this life.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 15:48:48 GMT -8
Neva sighed, she couldn't leave the poor man to die a long, slow death in the Mountains. She gestured for him to take the second piece of fish as well, she didn't eat. The icy river in front of them was very peaceful, and she took solace in it. Her tattoos gave away nothing for once, merely glowing dimly in response to the nearby river.
"I will at least help you to Isra, I have some friends there who may be able to help us in our goal."
Well, one friend, unless Roy was there too. But she was the Guardian of the Rivers! Surely she could garner some support for him!
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on May 31, 2016 17:00:42 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would nod, "Thank you again, then."
He would then wolf down the other fish as quickly as the first, clearly not having been filled by only one fish. Now having eaten both fish, he would find a soft spot near the fire to lie down, clearing away some snow that had yet to melt from the fire as he settled down.
He would wake up sometime later in the night however, nightmares of horrors still fresh in his mind keeping him awake. The screams were the worst, the sound of them worse than any image he had seen. His wife calling his name, his daughter calling for her father as he was dragged away, and then those voices devolving into screams of agony as the Ice Queen descended upon them. The words the Ice Queen said to him stuck in his mind as well, You killed my children, so I'll kill yours. He could distinctly remember the feeling he had when she said those words, as he crumbled to the ground. He had failed, his desperate fight having been hopeless.
He wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night, and would lie awake until the morning. Once he could see the sun peaking out over the horizon he would rise. The sky had cleared up now and the sun cast an orange light over the terrain. If Neva was already awake, he would speak then, "Well, now's a better time than ever to begin the journey to Isra..." he said.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 17:52:46 GMT -8
Neva watched him as he slept, still feeling energetic after her long slumber. She sat down near the edge of the river to watch it flow by, marveling in the diversity of life found here, even in the cold depths of the North. Eventually, prior to the Lone Warrior waking up, she would descend into the River, sending a couple river creatures up to keep an eye on her new companion. When he awoke, she would rise from the River in her human form, completely dry except for her hair despite her submersion only moments before.
"You are correct Warrior, tell me, what is your name?"
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
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Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 1, 2016 9:05:23 GMT -8
The Lone Warrior would watch Neva rise from the river, somewhat confused that she did not seem to be wet at all from her swim. In truth he did not know exactly what she was, only that she was not completely human. There were many tales of mythical creatures that he had heard, but he never really believed them. He did have some blurry memories of the day before where something with huge teeth grabbed him though, but those memories were very unclear, and clouded by the amount of pain he had been in during that time.
When she asked of his name, he had remembered then that he had never given it to her, even after she introduced herself. That would have to be fixed, "My name's Rickard," he said simply as he kicked over some of the ashes in the fire to extinguish the last few burning coals before they left.
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