Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44 
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Jun 28, 2016 11:58:00 GMT -8
The Carrion Coast In the northwestern reaches of Asgeir is the Carrion Coast, a region controlled by the hold of Valland. Like much of Asgeir's northern shores, it is rocky, dangerous, and allows absolutely no safe harbors (it is well-known that Bleakharbor is the only safe harbor in northern Asgeir). During the Summer the waves battle the jagged rocks, threatening to rend any ship that comes near. In the Autumn the water freezes entirely, presenting jagged cliffs over a frozen body of water. The ice begins to fade away by Spring, but it is not until Summer that the battle begins again.
'The Carrion Coast' is aptly named. Generations ago a foreign armada sought to blockade the Varan's only port, Bleakharbor. The Varan fleet was small and insignificant, composed almost entirely of longships which were intended to navigate coasts, sail down rivers, and across lakes. Nevertheless, the Sealords of Bleakharbor, lead by Clan Bovar, led their tiny collection of longships against the opposing fleet. The foreigners laughed and mocked the Varan when they saw the longships. Sealord Bovar began to sail north, and the opponent's armada followed. The Varan longships were quick and easy to maneuver in the cold, icy, waters of the northern seas, and was able to evade their enemy and sail back south - towards the coast. It was here the armada fell into Sealord Bovar's trap; by delaying the blockade, and enticing them to pursue, Bovar led the enemy into a raging storm north of Asgeir's coastline. The longships were well-suited to the conditions and made a hasty return to Bleakharbor. The enemy armada, on the other hand, was thrashed about on the jagged coastlines. The Valgards of Valland came to the coasts to see what had happened, and were greeted by thousands of dead, rotting bodies that had been thrown onto the jagged rocks; birds feasted on the corpses, and so the Valgards named the area the Carrion Coast. Sealord Bovar officially named his clan the House of the Raging Sea afterwards and was celebrated as a hero.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jun 28, 2016 13:00:56 GMT -8
Rose MerosikyIt would not take to long for Ralf to lead Rose and his followers through the forests and to the Varan encampment, especially on horseback. They were eventually surrounded by tall, ancient trees, part of a series of forests that concealed the path to the Carrion Coast. Ralf slowed his black horse down to a trot and held his hand up to show he wanted the Covenant to stop as well. "Hold lads, they're watching us," he whispered. "Oi," he hollered into the trees surrounding the group, "it's the jarl, you fools," he said. Almost two dozen Varan men and women appeared from behind the trees, all armed with knocked bows, swords, axes, shields, and all the panoply of war. "These ones are here to help," Ralf told the Varan. One of the female Varan approached the band and smiled, "glad to see you here, my Jarl. Was afraid you'd go soft on that throne of yours." Ralf shrugged, "I needed to kill something," he said casually. "But it is good to see you too, Kyra. Take us to the camp and tell us what you know." "Of course, my Jarl," Kyra said. Kyra was a shieldmaiden of House Aer, and had traveled to Isra with Aia Heijra. She had returned to Asgeir when Aia went to the Snowy Wilds, and started to act as a chief scout for Ralf in Valland.
At the camp...[/i] The camp was small, composed of a few lean-to shelters and a single, large firepit. Some furs were stretched out nearby, obviously from the meals the Varan had hunted and eaten. One tree had a make-shift weapons rack tied up, where a few swords, spears, axes, and shields were kept. Kyra led the group to a cliff on the edge of the forest, which overlooked a large plain, covered in jagged outcroppings that eventually became the Carrion Coast. Miles of ocean could be seen in the distance, and if one looked hard enough they'd see the island on the horizon. "We picked off a party three days ago, saw'em sailing on a small boat towards this way" the blonde-haired maiden began to say. "Of course, the sea's already dragged our trophies to the depths. Was a small bunch, probably scouts looking to judge the local garrisons and booty. They're ogres, or orcs, or goblins... some sort of beat folk, afflicted with vampirism, I'd say. But scouts... if I had to guess, they're preparing to make landfall again." Ralf looked over Kyra curiously, "landfall? How are they beaching on these rocks and not getting ripped to shreds?" Kyra sighed and shrugged. "Don't know... we watch these coasts every day, all hours of the day, and somehow they show up behind us. Just small parties, like the ones we encountered when the raiding first started. I don't know how they're getting on land, but I know for a fact they're not scaling those rocks." Ralf looked on curiously, unsure of how these undead opponents were able to come into Valland at all, for there was virtually no way to come ashore here. "Perhaps we should wait, then," he said, "for the next raiding party. See what we can find out. Come, let's go back to the camp fire and wait out the night." Kyra and Ralf retreated back to the camp and sat down around the large fire for warmth; it was cold in Asgeir, and the further north one went, the colder it got. They drank ale and ate meats, all while the sun vanished below the horizon and darkness descended on the coasts. The Varan offered the Covenant their own food and drink, if they wanted any. "So," Ralf began to ask the members of the Merosiky. "Tell me more about you. Where are you from, where have you been, and what have you seen. Surely people like you have a great deal to tell us about. And all Varan love a good story," he said, smiling.
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jun 28, 2016 18:29:44 GMT -8
Rose and his covenant kept quiet while listening to the sounds around them and watching the people. Their fate was in the hands of someone else, something they were not comfortable with. Even with these unsettling thoughts, the Merosiky Covenant was at an advantage in the dark. Rose took a seat near Ralf, his pendant keeping him cool and unscathed by the fire's heat.
"I have not been many places, confined to a valley my people called home. After all the years of peace, when Evil finally reached our home, we lost everything. We have less than one hundred survivors who are hid among the lands till a new home is built or found. Now I sit here among you, ready to take on another evil so that others will not have to suffer as we did. In this case, we won't just be fighting for survival, but we will be fighting for a home so that we might regain our pride and honor." Rose spoke before taking a slight pause, "Would my Loyalists be of any service to your scouting? They are superb in seeing at night and moving without being heard."
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jun 29, 2016 14:41:46 GMT -8
Ralf listened to Rose's solemn tale and felt a sense of sorrow for him and his people. "And what was this.... 'evil' that ran you out of your homes?" Ralf asked, curious. Whatever destroyed the Merosiky's original homeland might well come to Asgeir, he thought. "Prove yourself capable and trustworthy allies, Rose, and I promise that if this Evil ever steps foot in Asgeir, the Varan will rally behind you and assist in your defense."
Kyra spoke up next. "If your scouts would like to investigate the area, send them on their way; the more eyes we have on the coasts, the better."
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jun 29, 2016 17:44:14 GMT -8
"That evil is very dead. I can promise you that we didn't lose our valley for nothing. The Darkness could only protect us for so long, but like a mother bird does to its offspring, we had to be pushed out of our nest." Rose spoke to Ralf in a somewhat happy tone, "And look, the Darkness has crossed our paths so that it can purge itself of this Evil that bothers you. In turn, we have been offered friendship and a home. We're here to make this world a better place, and you can consider us more than allies, we will be friends; brothers in arms. When we march, let us bear the flag of Asgeir so that we can plant it in the heart of the Evil."
Rose would turn to his covenant and tell them to go scout before turning back to Ralf, "Should you need them, have your men howl. So are there more places like your land in this world? Or are they like the Evil we're about to face?"
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Gitmo Merosiky
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall, handsome and strong, Gitmo is a formidable sight to behold. Raven black hair, dark as coal, draws itself down his muscular figure, long and clean-kept. 6 entire feet of towering flesh, would loom over you if you went near this man.
Upon his angular face, his irises are white, juxtaposing his pupil, making them stand out chillingly. His nose is sharp, pronounced, yet rounded upon the end. His lips are thin, a small feature upon his face. Underneath, his face tapers to a pointed chin.
He carries himself with an uncaring attitude, not cocky, but cold and calculating. His gait is slow, measured, consistent and direct, while he himself carries a enclosed, introverted body language, as if he wishes not to talk.
Clothes and Equipment: A sharp black, close-fitting trench coat, coloured a deep black, with edges of steel-grey, almost silver-like. Numerous buttons tie it together upon the mid-section. Upon his waist, two belts fuse the bottom-half of the trench coat to his waist, just before his trousers.
A collar, adorned decoratively, with a pronounced edge, reaches across his neck. To the side, his shoulders are armoured with a lining of steel, creating a stylish pauldron upon his shoulders. A strap is just underneath the pauldron, holding the black fabric of the coat to his skin. On his hands, he has a pair of black gloves, and a singular purple-stone ring.
His trousers reach down, to a pair of black, steel-toed boots, in exceptional condition. They are well-polished and must have lasted Gitmo a great deal of time.
He does not have his weaponry with him at all times. To do such a thing would require a great deal of space. Instead, Gitmo chooses to bring one or two weapons at a time from his arsenal. He prefers to use bigger, weightier weapons that deal more of a punch.
His first preferred weapon is the battle-axe, ornate and made of enchanted obsidian, reflecting his clothes coloration. It is twisted upon the ends, in strange alien shapes, as if it was demonic in some way or form. The axe delivers a low hum as it is used, and seems to have some mind of its own.
He is exceptional with the longbow, due to his physical strength. Therefore he utilises a longbow of similar design to his previous weapon. The bow is massive, taller than himself, to allow for larger arrows to be fired. This weapon could most likely down a dragon, wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say it could easily impale a man if shot.
As well as this main two, he chooses to utilise bastard swords, battle-hammers, maces, great-maces and sometimes slings to fight, however, he uses his main tow far more often.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 23:17:26 GMT -8
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Post by Gitmo Merosiky on Jun 30, 2016 0:38:07 GMT -8
Gitmo kept at a measured pace behind Rose, as they entered the site, before stopping near him when Ralf began to speak. He intently listened in, drinking in every last detail the man told of the task ahead. It was imperative to remember these details, no matter how unimportant they may be, as missing one small detail could end up with the loss of good men; something he would be sure that Rose would not appreciate. He wished not to let Rose down.
While listening, Gitmo noted several details. Ogres, orcs or goblins? He could only assume it was orcs that were attacking; ogres didn't have the intelligence, nor the seamanship in order to raid such a location and goblins are far too cowardly in order to launch such attacks. One point the Varan brought up, worried Gitmo, however. Vampires. Superhumanly strong orcs? Attacking in organised groups? Troublesome, troublesome, very, very troublesome. They cannot charge in, bows-a-blazing. They must think this through tactically - something Gitmo does not excel in.
As they retreated to the firepit, Gitmo accepted the offer of food, warming himself as he sipped the ale, rationing his sips, intending on not intoxicating himself, for the coming event. In silence, he helped himself to the meat, intending on having a full stomach. He ate hastily and messily, gobbering down the food in a matter of minutes.
As he listened in, he grew to like Ralf. He respected him, knowing his position as a Jarl must have been acquired due to his own merits; he obviously didn't inherit it. He liked that in a person. Discipline and diligence. More people should be like this, he believed. The world needed it's leaders, and Ralf was obviously a natural.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jun 30, 2016 12:36:20 GMT -8
Ralf patted Rose on the back, "the Varan say the strongest bonds are forged in the heat of battle, my friend; may we forge a mighty bond. I'm not entirely sure if there are more places like Asgeir. Some think my people came from the north, far north; but it's... frozen, entirely; if it was our homeland at one point, there's no going back now. Some believe a sorceress inhabits the Northlands... we call her the White Bitch. Use to hear tall tales of the White Bitch when I was a kid... use to tell'em to my own son too, when he was a young'un." He shook his head, "but I ain't one for believin' in tall tales."
Ralf stoked the fire a bit and added another log. "My grandfather was King of Valland. He helped King Borg, of Stormhold, reclaim much of Asgeir in the Age of Heroes; afterwards he swore fealty to Borg, who became the first High King of Asgeir; my grandpa became jarl of Valland. My aunts and uncles were killed in that war, but my father - the youngest child - survived. He fought at the Battle of Gripclaw Pass decades later, and died so his allies could flee. He was the last Valgard, or so it seemed. My mother, Aesa Jojora, carried me in her womb for nine months. She was accepted into the family, even though she never married my pa... and when my grandfather died, she became jarl of Valland. She ruled in my stead until I was ready to take the mantle."
A few moments passed and a rustling of leaves could be heard. One of the Varan scouts burst into the scene. "Orcs, my jarl! In the southeast! Come, come!"
Ralf and his men leaped into action, throwing dirt on the fire and equipping their shields and weapons. "Show us the way, lad," the jarl commanded, "Rose, let me know what you see!"
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jun 30, 2016 18:42:17 GMT -8
"Such a noble story. My father was the best doctor in all the valley. He never lost a patient to disease and people from around the land came to him. My mother was the tribe leaders escort. She was the most beautiful woman in all the valley and our leader enjoyed showing her off. Everything was good till the Evil took root. My family was raped and tortured in front of me until my father was revealed his magic and ended it all... I am the last of the original Merosiky, but with my fathers gift, I am able to continue a legacy of using the powers of the Darkness for cause of Good. I hope I can carve a mark in history as heroic as your family has...", Rose spoke till he was cut off by the man who brought word of Orcs.
"Are we looking for mean little orcs or Big Uglies? Nevermind, i'll look for both. I'll send word to the Loyalists and have three follow us, three continue scouting, and the rest will come here to defend the campsite with my brother, Gitmo." Rose told Ralf as they began to move towards the orcs.
Rose let out a series of Howls in different tones and patterns, informing the covenant of movement. Shortly after the howls were let out, three beast could be seen moving in. The first creature to arrive was a black saber tooth lion with silver eyes, that was shortly followed up by two white dire wolves with silver eyes. If others were needed, they would howl for them.
The lion would morph back into the humanoid form and speak to Ralf and Rose, "I seen them come in. I don't know what I missed, but one minute the area is clear and the next there's a group of twenty. They mean business with this group, there's two Big Uglies and one of these 'vampires' they speak of that smells like an orc. I followed them until you called. We're about twenty minutes away if we continue at this pace."
Rose wouldn't argue with the Loyalist, "You are a seasoned hunter, I trust your senses. While on this land, Ralf can give us the best place to cut them off at.", Rose turned to Ralf at this point, "Is there any area better for us to fight in on their estimated travels? A thick set of woods would be good."
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jul 1, 2016 15:32:45 GMT -8
"What the bloody hell...." Ralf and his compatriots looked beleaguered at the shapeshifters. Ralf was a shapeshifter of sorts as well, but it was still an alien concept to him. Ralf and the other Varan were ready and prepared for battle. When Rose suggested hiding in a forest the Jarl smiled at him and said "You want to hide in thick woods? No, we are Varan and we fight our enemies face to face." Of course, Ralf knew all to well Rose wanted to either gauge their strength or ambush them, but Ralf liked to tease his friends. Kyra spoke up next, "Ralf, take the mounts. I'll follow behind with the footmen and reinforce you when we arrive." Ralf nodded and shook Kyra's hand. "You're a good woman; I'll make sure to leave a few alive for you." At least ten of the Varan mounted the horses around the camp; there were enough for Ralf and Rose to mount up as well. "Come, Merosiky," Ralf said as he began to lead the way into the dark woods, "let me show you how we fight in Asgeir. Yah!" Ralf and his band of warriors galloped and cantered through the thick, night-covered forest. Some trails were already made, thanks to the activity of Kyra's scouts. Eventually Ralf would spot faint flickers of light through the branches. "Quiet! Up ahead!" The Jarl pointed towards the sources of light, "torches I expect." After a few moments of observing the speed of their movement he finally deduced "dismounted. Small raiding party." The group of Merosiky and Varan horsemen found themselves positioned on the edge of the wood, just where it exited on the side of a hill; the raiders were down below, in a small valley beyond the base of the hill. One of the Varan approached from behind. "Lorg's farm is just south of here, my jarl. Use to chop wood for the old coot before the winter. Good man. We need to act before they torch his stead." Ralf nodded, "aye, we'll need those crops come winter. Everyone ready? Ride hard! No retreat, no surrender!" Ralf's horse trotted forward and he took a warhorn out and blew into it. A loud noise erupted from the woods... The hill's base...Waddling along in the midst of the night was a host of almost two dozen dark orcs. Maybe there was a time when the Varan did not mind orcs; they were strong, fierce, and had a warrior culture - much like the Varan themselves - but after initial engagements against them the proud and noble Varan found that the greenskins lacked honor and discipline. A tense rivalry was born and orc-kind had presented a foil for the Varan. T omake matters worse, these were not ordinary orcs: these were dark orcs; black orcs; undead orcs. These abominations had been corrupted by dark powers, their minds twisted and warped in such a way that they were more than just 'evil'; these hellish creatures could not stay in Asgeir. "How much farther now?" one of the orc warriors growled. "Don't know, Lug. Don't matter! We there when we there!" another growled more fiercely. 'Lug' groaned and continued his tiresome jog down the valley. A Varan warhorn blew loud and true and the company of twenty orcs ceased their movements. "Stop!" cried the leader, "look to the trees! The flesh-bags have spotted! Prepare for battle!" Sure enough, a band of mounted warriors descended from the cover of trees, crying their warsongs and weaving their swords, axes, and spears in the air. The orcs, completely undisciplined and without proper training, roared back in retaliation and led their own charge on foot. What surely felt like minutes to the combatants only happened within a few short seconds. Varan steeds and steel clashed against orc iron and muscle. Some of the orcs were dealt fatal blows with well-aimed attacks by the Varan warriors; some of the cavalrymen were countered and knocked from their steeds; others ran on past the initial engagement, only to dismount behind the orcs. Varan always fought better on their feet anyhow, and the initial cavalry charge was more a shock tactic than anything. "Kill them, kill them all," Ralf cried out as he dismounted his black horse. He held his shield at such an angle that his opponent's warhammer slid right off and the weight of the hammer's head proved to much to draw back. The steel sword in Ralf's hand found itself sliding through the orc's neck, and cocking his wrist lopped the greenskins head right off. Looking around, the undead orcs continued to fight on despite their injuries. Those who suffered fatal injuries only got back up and engaged the Varan, who were outnumbered at the moment. "You!" A green thumb pointed in Rose Merosiky 's direction. The orc leader wore the heaviest iron armor of the bunch and wielded two great waraxes in either hand. He was as big around as he was tall - and what a giant he was. A flurry of waraxes slashed through the air as the green fanatic charged for the Merosiky, intending to hack him into tiny pieces - probably dinner for later on. |
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jul 1, 2016 18:42:08 GMT -8
"Fair enough. Your land, your rules. This will be a learning curb for us, we have yet to fight in an open spot with orcs, which we haven't contacted yet. Let's try to keep two alive so we can question them. I can guarantee at least one." Rose spoke to Ralf, "I don't know about you, but I feel like i'm getting a high riding into battle. Maybe it's the thought of a new home or the thought of it being more of educational fight? I don't feel like I did when I fought in the valley... I feel good?" He spoke to Ralf to he asked himself the last question.
What Rose felt was his alternate side slowly taking control. Rose was keeping it at bay by focusing on what was ahead of him with positive thoughts, and when battle came his alternate self will reveal itself. This feeling would give him the sensation of adrenaline and endorphins being released at the same time.
As the events unfolded, Rose went into battle on foot just as his covenant members did. Rose draped his furs over the horses back before rushing behind the horses, letting them break the lines for him to slide in. The first orc Rose crossed one that had been knocked down. The creature was still alive in its own sense, but Rose soon ended as his alternate form took over and he jabbed his clawed hand through the creature chest as his other hand took hold of the small ax that the orc held.
Battle raged went on around Rose, the Orcs not staying down. It baffled Rose that these things kept fighting as if nothing was wrong. The Covenant members were all beasts at this time and circled around the battlezone to make sure none of the orcs escaped. The Varan seemed to be handling the situation, if the Loyalists were needed, they would move in. Knowing this, Rose knew he was relying on the warriors around him.
After knocking over a few of the smaller orcs, Rose noticed he had been spotted by one that he needed to keep alive. If he had to break every bone in the creatures body, he would do so. Whatever he planned, he had to move fast due to the armored orc coming at him. With a quick glance across the dropped weapons on the ground, Rose noticed some knives. With a quick burst he lept in the direction of the orc and rolled, grabbing the knives as he rolled, and threw one of the two. The blade was directed at the right ankle of the orc to slow it down. A second later, Rose threw the other knife at the orcs other ankle. He hoped that taking out the orcs ankles that it couldn't walk or slow it down enough to continue slowing down the orc and its assault.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jul 3, 2016 10:52:44 GMT -8
Rose's ranged attacks succeeded, and both knives were sticking out of the orc leader's ankles. He growled in pain, but it didn't slow him down as Rose had hoped. The great beast was in a battle rage, oblivious to fatal blows; to make matters worse, he was undead, and so injuries inflicted on him were barely worth noticing.
"Rose, watch out!" Ralf made his way towards Rose, and the great orc bellowed on his way there as well. One of the orc's axes would find itself sweeping across to hack into Rose's side, while the other slammed down on Ralf's shield, staggering him and causing him to fall back.
Another war horn sounded. Battlecries erupted form the hillside once again as Kyra led at least a dozen more warriors to clash against the undead orcs. A few Varan had fallen to the ground, many orcs still remained - though they all missed arms and even legs. It would take a storm of blades and axes to hack them to pieces and end their threat.
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Rose Merosiky
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 15
Physical Description: Height: 5'8"
Skin: Pale
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Fluorescent white
Powers: Unknown
Personality: Uknown
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted leather suit with armor plating as muscular padding to prevent movement restriction while being able to sustain an attack. Knee high strapped boots. Black leather gloves. Magical pendant.
Registered: May 23, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -8
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Post by Rose Merosiky on Jul 5, 2016 18:47:20 GMT -8
Rose was disappointed that the orc did not fall to the knives in the ankles, and when Ralf blocked one shot, he had to defend himself from the other attack. With no way to escape the current attack, Rose lunged for the handle of the ax with his right hand and for the orcs wrist with the small ax he picked up in his left hand. The initial force of the orcs swing would have smashed a normal mans hands and Rose could feel the sting on contact, but the pain was easily bearable, especially during battle with his alternate side having a presence on his body. When Rose's small ax found the orc's wrist, it hacked the hand off with ease, throwing the remaining momentum of the Orc's ax in a different direct that forced Rose to sling his right arm outwards to release the ax away from Ralf and himself.
When the notion was done, Rose quickly hopped backwards after gaining his footing back from his offbeat attack, to stand in front of Ralf as he picked himself up, "Thanks. I was sure those knives would work. I hope there's not too many like this one around, we could be in trouble. Let's try to catch this one alive for some answers."
Rose had to play a defensive round against this orc and with his focus strictly on this creature, he was thankful to have Ralf nearby to have covered his back. Now he would play the waiting game to see what the Orc tried next with his one hand and weakened ankles. After the near miss, Rose's alternate side was starting to take control and if this battle did end soon, he wouldn't be able to capture any orcs because he would kill them all without thinking, his mindset going into a survivor mode. Rose knew he needed the other sides power, but he needed it while he still had control; something he was still learning how to do.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jul 8, 2016 14:15:30 GMT -8
Ralf looked at Rose in a new light. He was a blooded warrior now. The hand of the great orc lie writhing somewhere in the mud of battle, while the great beast roared in anguish. "I hope there are more like this one," Ralf added, "don't want things to easy," he joked.
The Varan, now reinforced by Kyra's own band, gained the upperhand and managed to lop the heads off of the remaining orcs. The battle was turning in their favor.
The great orc who challenged Rose, with only one hand now, balled his left hand up and - in a fit of blind rage - aimed for Rose's chest, intending to knock him away. He was a fit of anger, devoid of any strategy or tactic; he knew he had lost this battle, and he would go down fighting.
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