Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6β0ββ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weaponβs shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 1, 2017 12:48:06 GMT -8
Fol-lu looked on from where he hovered far above the valley as the wizard seemed to dodge his three lightning bolts quite handily. This was quite the feat in itself, and it would cause the Skywarden to pause for a moment and consider the opponent that faced as more than a mere mortal who could not hope to stand before him.
The stormy weather that filled the valley would also seem to pause in that moment, the winds growing a bit quieter. This would soon be interrupted by the giant frying pan's yelling and banging. The frying pan would find itself thwarted by what seemed to be a barrier of wind shielding the Skywarden's head from it's blows, though the Skywarden himself would remain thoughtful.
It seemed that anger had gotten the better of Fol-lu by his own assessment, and though the pan still seemed to be banging away at the wind barrier he would attempt to disarm this situation by other means, though he would converse with the young Kobold first
"Your friend here, in fact, did not make the plants prettier, instead he sought to destroy them yet the valley's magic seems to have prevailed over whatever destructive magic he cast."
Fol-lu would focus upon Appopo now, "I would be willing to let you go on your way, to find the Kobold's father on one condition that you do not destroy anything else within this valley, and also that I cannot let you pass into Esdara itself, you must stay here in the valley. I would have known if any kobolds entered Esdara and I can confirm that none have."
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Appopo Popolimpapo
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: 1.86 meters tall and onyx black skin. Appopo is a tall Imp.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes are in avatar picture. Uses the "Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand". This wand is full of dark magic and commanded by voice spells.
Registered: Feb 26, 2017 15:18:53 GMT -8
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Post by Appopo Popolimpapo on Mar 1, 2017 16:54:20 GMT -8
Appopo lifted his wand up and snapped his head sideways to give Fol-lu a view of his cheek, "If I hadn't been here to destroy them, they would not have come back prettier. Don't be a glory hog, giant magic chicken."
Appopo then turned his head to face Fol-lu, "The guy is a wizard like me. He could have changed form. You were blinded by anger, so maybe you could be blinded by magic."
Appopo then turned his back to the dragon and crossed his arms. Nimpopo hovered and made it possible for Appopo to turn without actually turning himself. The wizard imp was ready to leave, he just waited for Wah. Inside he was upset that the dragon was so bossy and mean towards them, but Appopo would return one day and remind the dragon why being rude to outsiders was a bad idea; especially a servant of Master Destruction.
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Mar 1, 2017 17:37:51 GMT -8
Wah holds on tight to Nimpapa and prepares to be leave with Appopo, he waved to Fol-lu "Bye mister!"
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Appopo Popolimpapo
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: 1.86 meters tall and onyx black skin. Appopo is a tall Imp.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes are in avatar picture. Uses the "Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand". This wand is full of dark magic and commanded by voice spells.
Registered: Feb 26, 2017 15:18:53 GMT -8
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Post by Appopo Popolimpapo on Mar 1, 2017 19:01:13 GMT -8
The two clouds broke loose, vanishing from the dragons view. As the clouds moved, a transparent sphere formed around Appopo and Wah. Magic of different colors rolled around them. The land was a blur, and when Appopo waved his wand and shouted, "Popeepooo!"(talleho). The raccoon and lady would only feel a light gust unless they could sense magic. If magic could be sensed, they would feel the magical presence of Wah and Appopo vanish into this air.
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Mei of the Celadine
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dainty and diminutive, Mei is barely over five feet tall, with a delicate bone structure that is most readily reflected in the finely-formed features that compose her face. Her hair is long, falling past her hips, and a rich brown color, the same as her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Mei usually wears a simple set of Celadine kimono-style robes, light and flowing and easy to move around in. Tucked into the obi of these robes are a number of pouches full of seeds and the like.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 11:00:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mei of the Celadine on Mar 2, 2017 10:11:13 GMT -8
Mei's eyes shot wide as saucers when Checkers explained who the magnificent dragon was.
"That is the Skywarden? My goodness. These Wardens are all impressive, it would seem. I suppose that wizard must've really angered the Esdarans for them to send such a powerful envoy against him..." She barely noticed the tingle of magic from the wizard and kobold's departure, too fascinated by the feathered dragon. Although now that the battle was over, she wasted no time in lifting the skirt of her kimono out of the way and hurrying along the road. Her trajectory veered away from the trodden path after a fair distance, allowing her to move across fields of grass and flowers, heading directly toward the Skywarden. She wanted a closer look at him!
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Mar 2, 2017 10:22:30 GMT -8
Checkers threw his popcorn in frustration at the departing wizards.
"BLOODY COWARDS THAT'S NO WAY TO.." he trailed off, mumbling angrily to himself at the spectacle ending so boring. Who wanted compromise? Boring people, that's who.
"Or they just wanted to prove something...wait, where are you going? Damned feather-brained wardens get all the attention." He huffed, crossing his arms and sitting down rather petulantly onto a chair he conjured from nowhere.
"Stupid dragon."
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Appopo Popolimpapo
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: 1.86 meters tall and onyx black skin. Appopo is a tall Imp.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes are in avatar picture. Uses the "Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand". This wand is full of dark magic and commanded by voice spells.
Registered: Feb 26, 2017 15:18:53 GMT -8
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Post by Appopo Popolimpapo on Mar 2, 2017 22:45:27 GMT -8
The giant frying pan turned back into a small black cloud with giant red lips, "Skywarden, you made a powerful enemy today. If I was you, I'd get ready for his return."
The cloud zipped over to the Skywarden and kissed him on the cheek, leaving an odd black mark like lipstick lips, "Bye, future dinner."
The black cloud zipped off, red lips flapping in the wind until it stopped at Checkers and the lady, "That guy is cranky and will be crankier as time goes on. Be careful, the seed of destruction has been planted."
The big red lips grinned and planted a kiss on the two also, covering good portions of their body. It left the same black residue on them as it did the Skywarden before the cloud with a mouth raced off in the same path as Appopo.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Mar 6, 2017 14:20:24 GMT -8
The power embedded within the Valley, affronted by the foul magic left behind by the sad excuse for a wizard, reacted swiftly. Flora around Fol-lu, Mei, and Checkers (though whether or not the powerful being would even be affected by the magic of the "wizard" was up for debate) began to fluff up and shudder, before expelling a small storm of some sort of spores. They would latch onto the residue, absorb it and all magic from their skin, and then shrivel up and disappear, dispersing the magic into nothingness.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jun 23, 2020 18:52:53 GMT -8
After a valiant attempt at a liberation and rescue effort which had, unfortunately, ultimately failed, the floating island of Esdara had vanished from the skies above the Shaded Valley. The inhabitants of the Valley had been anticipating a need to help possible evacuees, but never would they have imagined most of a city of refugees, nor the hovering landmass deteriorating above their heads. Thankfully there was already a camp set up to provide shelter and medical attention to those who needed it. The Esdarans, Land-Tillers, and people of other nations who had taken up residence in the Valley were quick to aid the refugees, although it soon became evident that not everyone had managed to escape the floating island. There was only so much they could do, but they did their best, rushing to help those who appeared from a magic portal or arrived on the backs of winged beasts.. or the few who came under the power of their own wings. Thaelyn Mortris Gabriel Taurtoya Hansel von Dietzhoff Alaric Marcellius Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael Liv Featherstone Lady Ilesia Shaanelis Kin'Zik Tearney The Winged Blade of Justice Lady Ysaera Mei of the Celadine
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Mei of the Celadine
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dainty and diminutive, Mei is barely over five feet tall, with a delicate bone structure that is most readily reflected in the finely-formed features that compose her face. Her hair is long, falling past her hips, and a rich brown color, the same as her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Mei usually wears a simple set of Celadine kimono-style robes, light and flowing and easy to move around in. Tucked into the obi of these robes are a number of pouches full of seeds and the like.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 11:00:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mei of the Celadine on Jun 23, 2020 18:59:59 GMT -8
"Those who need medical attention, please come this way! You there, take as many as you can and assist those who can't walk! We need more bandages! Where are those stretchers?"
Mei was a gentle soul, but when push came to shove, she wasn't at all afraid to take command. Especially when people needed help. As one of the first people on the scene, when she realized that the island was starting to disappear and people were flooding into the Valley near the village where she lived, she'd just naturally taken charge. She was directing her fellow villagers, calling out in a calm and clear voice, gesturing briskly but with direction. The only time she stopped was when she spotted a crying child, and she quickly scooped the girl up to help find her parents. This was an awful disaster, and who knew how many people hadn't been able to escape? Her stomach turned at the thought.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 23, 2020 19:10:30 GMT -8
It had been a rough few years.
Liv had liked Esdara. It was why she'd decided to stay there while Hansel returned to his brothers on official business. She'd thought it would only be a few weeks until he returned. Then the unthinkable had happened, and the whole island had been yanked into some dark nether-space. She'd immediately joined up with the resistance, creating magical items to help fight off members and monsters of the Cult of Xoilun.
Imagine her surprise when the island suddenly reappeared in its prior place. The battle against the cult had really picked up then, and she'd found herself embroiled in fighting for real. After a long day of struggle, battered and bruised and spattered with blood, she'd seen something that raised her spirits: A familiar symbol on a man's armor. But before she could even think to move toward the familiar sight and seek out the one she'd missed so much, things had gone from bad to disastrous.
She wasn't even entirely sure how she'd ended up dragged into the magical circle, but there she was in the Valley, disorientated and confused. There was only one thing she knew: She had to find him. Pulling away from the well-meaning hands of a villager who tried to urge her toward the medical tent, Liv clambered up onto a moss-covered rock and cupped her hands around her mouth, calling out with surprising volume from a body so small.
"HANSEL!"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jun 24, 2020 11:56:58 GMT -8
Over the past years Hans had travelled much of the world meeting new people and seeing new places. Though it felt vile to do so, part of this was in an effort in getting over what he had lost so abruptly. Coming back to Esdara had given him a glimmer of hope he could get her back, not having foreseen that should those hopes not come to fruition he'd be much, much worse off.
The efforts of going to save Esdara were fruitless and he didn't find who he was looking for, the truest feeling of defeat washing over him. His brothers were tending to their wounds while the lad himself sat on a rock. Hans was tired, his eyes dark and swollen with hair rustled and dirty. He couldn't even emote with a tear or two as might be appropriate, he simply gave up.
Having been told by one of his comrades to go for a walk to air himself he did just that. Walking between the mounds of suffering of the refugees a considerable amount of time passed until he eventually came up to a rock, at last something grabbing his attention. Well, that certainly was lucky.
Smiling faintly with a quick chuckle, he replied to the calling Livilla. "Come down, come down, you'll make a fool of yourself."
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Jun 26, 2020 18:40:39 GMT -8
Thaelyn hadn't been expecting one of her teammates to tackle her into the circle moments before the island disintegrated from beneath it. The air was knocked out of her as she impacted the ground of the Shaded Valley so far below where they'd just been, a firm weight pressing down on her. It took a few moments for Thaelyn to realize what had happened as the sound of the refugee camp filtered into her ears, and then she sucked in a harsh lungful of air, bloodied hands rising to push Gabriel off of her.
"What did you do?!"
One of the few times she'd shown any emotion during their whole time fighting together, and now it was shock blended with a gradually-rising anger. How dare he interfere with her death wish?
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Gabriel Taurtoya
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 24
Physical Description: Standing just under six even, lean and lithe, with feathery chestnut hair that is often quite messy. His brown eyes could be described as soulful, his features slightly cherubic and youthful as he is unable to grow a beard. Something that bothers him a fair bit.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather jerkin for protection, his father's rapier, and traveling supplies.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Gabriel Taurtoya on Jun 27, 2020 5:43:11 GMT -8
"Save your life loca!" He says a little offended by her reaction. The woman seemed upset that he hadn't let her die holding the portal open. Which he had suspected was what she was trying to do but still, she could at least pretend to be grateful. They'd both damn near died because she'd been lingering and he wasn't about to let that happened. "Most people would be grateful!" He fires at her as he pushes himself to his feet.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 27, 2020 17:56:55 GMT -8
Suddenly hearing that voice so nearby, Liv whipped around, the abrupt motion making her lose her footing. She almost went sliding off the rock completely, but barely noticed, because there he was. Hansel was right in front of her. Tears welled in her eyes as she hastily scrambled down onto flat ground. She started toward him at a run, but slowed to a walk within a few strides, looking at him with disbelief and anxious hope gleaming in her gaze.
"You're here. I didn't... I was afraid I'd never see ya again."
She wanted to throw herself into his arms and kiss him senseless. But they'd been apart for so long. Had things changed? Did Hansel find someone else? Her hands clenched and unfurled at her sides as she searched his face, his beloved face, for any sign of where they stood. His words didn't exactly instill confidence in her. Who laughed at their long-lost lover and told them not to make a fool of themselves?
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Jun 27, 2020 21:25:39 GMT -8
"Have I really grown so much uglier since we last met that you tear up to see me? Well that hurts so much I just might cry myself." Hans jested as he reciprocated the ocular waterworks of Livilla.
"Come here you." the Knight said, wrapping his hands around the girl as tightly as possible, lifting Liv up in a bear hug; he was trying to hold on such that he might never lose the wonder before him again.
He wished he'd been more presentable in this moment. Hansel could smell his own sweat reminiscent of a pigpen all the while unkempt hairs from face to the top of his head were arguing on whether to tickle, prickle or scratch and there was still wet (and indeed unidentified) blood upon him from the earlier violence. The lad wondered if perhaps there was some substance in his joke.
"Let's sit down somewhere, maybe a tent of my friends β somewhere we can talk." though he stated the intention of waiting for some privacy, eagerness made Hansel continue on before they actually found it. "How have you been?"
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Jun 28, 2020 17:51:03 GMT -8
"Most people don't want to die, you meddling pain in the ass!"
Thaelyn huffed the words as she tried to find her feet, but it appeared the adrenaline rush was fading, and that combined with the blood loss had started to take its toll on her. She wobbled upright, and attempted to leave before someone could usher her into a tent for healing. But the world was starting to tilt around her, and her vision was going dark at the edges, and she knew she didn't have long before she lost consciousness. She tried to make for the nearest thick cluster of vegetation, hoping to get lost in the profusion of greenery that filled the Valley.
This wasn't quite the end she'd hoped for, but at least she'd done some good at the end, she mused as her thoughts grew fuzzy, and the sounds around her began to fade into a low humming in her ears.
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Gabriel Taurtoya
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 24
Physical Description: Standing just under six even, lean and lithe, with feathery chestnut hair that is often quite messy. His brown eyes could be described as soulful, his features slightly cherubic and youthful as he is unable to grow a beard. Something that bothers him a fair bit.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather jerkin for protection, his father's rapier, and traveling supplies.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Gabriel Taurtoya on Jun 29, 2020 15:55:09 GMT -8
Whatever response Gabe was going to manage was lost when she just wandered off to the closest bush and collapsed. Sighing the man goes to her still body and he, with some effort, scoops her up in his arms. Considering he was still carrying his smithing tools on his back this was a bit of a mistake but there was little enough to be done about it. He goes off to find somewhere he can lay her down grunting and cursing and eventually having to take off his smithing tools to avoid giving himself a hernia.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 29, 2020 18:04:02 GMT -8
Liv couldn't muster more than a brief, watery chuckle at his joke. Leave it to Hans to make jokes about being ugly at a time like this! As soon as he reached for her, she veritably threw herself into his arms, her own winding around his body and squeezing with all her might. Not that that was much -- her time in Esdara had done nothing to build up her muscle mass, so she was still a slight thing, but the emotion in her embrace was undeniable despite lacking in strength. She didn't care that he was sweaty and covered in blood. She was, too.
It was only when they broke apart to find someplace private to sit and talk that it showed just how exhausted she was. Her steps wobbled slightly as she followed him to where his brothers were setting up tents, and for a moment, she worried they might not accept her amongst them, even with Hansel at her side. But she refused to let go of him, clasping his hand in her own while she breathed a weary sound. How to answer his question?
"Tired. I got wrapped up in the resistance pretty much as soon as Esdara.. vanished, I guess is the right word for it. I started makin' magic weapons for people to use, but it didn't do much good, sometimes. Some of the monsters those people had fightin' for 'em..."
She shuddered at the mention of them, then looked up at him, still half-afraid this was some fever dream and he was going to disappear.
"..what about you? What did ya do after..."
After Esdara up and disappeared and took her with it? The unspoken end of that question hovered in the air. Had he gone on like nothing had changed, and only returned to find her out of a sense of duty?
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Mei of the Celadine
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dainty and diminutive, Mei is barely over five feet tall, with a delicate bone structure that is most readily reflected in the finely-formed features that compose her face. Her hair is long, falling past her hips, and a rich brown color, the same as her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Mei usually wears a simple set of Celadine kimono-style robes, light and flowing and easy to move around in. Tucked into the obi of these robes are a number of pouches full of seeds and the like.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 11:00:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mei of the Celadine on Jun 29, 2020 18:07:22 GMT -8
After finding the child's parents and returning her to them, Mei was back in the thick of things, directing the relief effort. When she saw Gabriel struggling to carry Thaelyn, she hurried over with some men bearing a stretcher, and paled at the sight of the mage's nearly bloodless body.
"Get her to my home, quickly. I'll tend to her myself."
True to her word, as the men loaded Thaelyn onto the stretcher and hustled off with her, Mei was right at their side. Gabriel was free to seek healing at one of the tents set up for that purpose, or follow the unconscious blood mage, whichever he chose.
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