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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 13:32:33 GMT -8
 This border exists on the lower mountain ranges of the Norkari, winding its way down into the Dark Forest far along its eastern edge and stopping as it hits the fjords of the Marron Sea. It is manned by beast-men, similar to the Norkari folk you find in the mountain themselves. |
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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.
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 14, 2016 15:26:54 GMT -8
An armored man would soon come upon the borders, iron plating covering his form from head to toe, with even an iron face mask to obscure his features. On his hip he carried an iron sword and in one of his hands he carried a bow. A quiver of arrows was strapped to his belt as well, the grey feathers of the projectiles poking out of the container. The lone warrior would not draw very close at all to the border, and would instead scout it out from a good distance away where he was somewhat concealed by the woods.
He was looking to see where he could sneak past the border and into the frost kingdom which had once been his home. Noting the beastmen manning the walls he would continue to walk down along the border looking for any gaps in the border patrol to pass through.
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 14, 2016 15:35:29 GMT -8
The Sniper was not far behind the Lone Warrior, in fact she had been indirectly shadowing him for a day or so now. She was waiting for the same thing he was, and would spend plenty of time watching the patterns of the patrols on the wall, waiting for her opportunity to make it through, even if that had to be under cover of darkness. She notched an arrow to her bow as she waited, the runes glowing a very, very dim orange color, just in case they had some supernatural way of detecting people. Her magic was enough to prevent mundane means of tracking or seeing her, but not enough to cover magical means as well.
From her vantage point high up in a cluster of rocks, she could see the movements of the soldiers on the wall. It would be an easy shot to make if the soldiers there tried to make any threatening movements.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 15:41:08 GMT -8
None of the beast men were upon the snowy ground of the Norkari Mountains, but instead patrolled up along its wall. Fires were lit every so often, to keep them warm and to illuminate its borders to those that were wondering, as if they couldn't see the tall, black-stone wall that lined the mountainside so much as if it were just another mountain range itself.
The beast men, however, had the night vision of animals, and the strength as well, while harboring the intelligence of man. It would not be easy to sneak past any of them, and yet...
... there was indeed a small crack in the foundation. It seemed to be covered in other fallen rock and snow, however. The last patrol had walked by, but anyone who wanted to take advantage of this opening had better work quickly. Any glowing lights would be seen, and any noises that were too loud would be heard by the patrol's lupine ears.
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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 14, 2016 15:58:11 GMT -8
The lone warrior would indeed notice this small crack in the foundation, and upon one of the patrols atop of the walls passing he would approach it to see if he could slip through. He moved slowly as to not make much noise as he walked through the snow. Once he reached the crack he would begin clearing out the debris, as fast as he could while remaining silent. It wouldn't be long before the patrol passed again he figured, so he had to be quick.
It took a little while longer than it would have if he lit a light to see better, but he did not want to run that risk, instead relying on the light from the night sky above. The lone warrior would be pleased to find the hole was just about large enough for him to squeeze through after clearing out some of the debris, and he would remove his iron sword from where it was strapped to his hip and carefully send it through the hole first to avoid it banging against the sides of the stony crack through the wall as he squeezed through it. He would also send his bow and quiver of arrows through ahead of him in this manner as well, before squeezing through himself. Once on the other side he would gather his things.
He would listen carefully for any approaching patrols atop the wall before moving away from it on the other side. Hopefully no one saw or heard him and he could escape into the woods unseen. Once he was confident he could move he would make his way towards the cover of the woods and the darkness of night beyond the torches.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 14, 2016 18:49:44 GMT -8
The Sniper watched, content to see that the Warrior was making a try for the hole. She would pass this opportunity for now. She needed time to gather the necessary information, and if more Sun Marshals were to be sent, a plan for getting them in would need to be established. So she watched the Warrior's passage with interest, bow nocked and ready in case he alerted something on tbe walls.
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