Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Feb 26, 2019 19:25:43 GMT -8
"I can't be certain. We were driven out of the eyries and the fortress early on, and we've been having to hide where we can. But our sources in the town say that some of Xoilun's most evil creatures have taken up--"
Before she could finish explaining to Fenrir what sort of beings might be awaiting them, one of the monstrosities struck. An Esdaran was snagged by a writhing tentacle and dragged into the tunnel, screaming, before his scream was cut off by a sickening crunch. Dasyra was quick to react. Her halberd was slightly unwieldy in such an enclosed space, but it would also allow her to help keep the horror at bay while the others regrouped and fought back. Unafraid of the twisted thing, as it wasn't the first such creature she had faced, she surged forward and grasped the haft firmly, thrusting and slashing with the axe blade at the end. Fending off a grasping tentacle by slicing it off, she called over her shoulder.
"It is vulnerable to fire and light! If you have magic that will let you use either, do so quickly!"
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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 Feb 28, 2019 7:09:31 GMT -8
They had barely taken a few steps into the cave before they were set upon by some sort of monster. With sword already drawn, it was easy enough for Gabriel to flick his blade out to sever the end of the first tentacle coming for him and the second, the third was a near thing, and the forth almost got him and still, there were more coming. It wasn't long before he felt one of them wrap around his arm and he had to bring his sword down to sever that before it could pull him away but that left him vulnerable to the next. He was a talented swordsman but there was little he could do against a foe with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of limbs.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Feb 28, 2019 11:16:04 GMT -8
Fenrir had little access to fire or light, the frost magic that typically aided him functioned far better without those. The close confines and his large size made him a vulnerable target, but sheer force and sharp claws saw him tear through several tentacles, another freezing solid and shattering as it wrapped around his metal arm.
"Guess that answers that question" he growled, shaking the bits of frozen calamari off of his arm. He kept an eye out for anyone capable of performing the helpful magic, and would move to defend them when he saw them.
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Alaric Marcellius
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 29
Physical Description: Quite tall at just above 200 centimetres, Alaric has a moderate peachy complexion that appears pale when in contrast with his jet black hair and nearly black brown eyes. His otherwise pristine patrician face bears a scar coming from both blade and flame at the bottom of the right side of his jaw. Despite his height and large frame & build the man is not particularly imposing, with an often unmoving expression.
Clothes and Equipment: Full gambeson, chainmail and plate blessed to stop even the maulings of dragons and giants. Typically bearing a quite large flambard and a rapier for sidearm, his mount will carry a lance, crossbow and kite shield.
Registered: Feb 11, 2019 16:53:19 GMT -8
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Post by Alaric Marcellius on Mar 2, 2019 21:50:21 GMT -8
The Knights followed on, each Brother looking out for his comrades. The business of someone cutting themselves was odd but not noted upon for a few Knights practiced it as penance for failures and transgressions. Instead they listened to Dasyra until she was cut off by the initiation of combat.
Hearing the crunch was quite nasty, but it was but a morsel of the bloodshed to come. The Knights stood together in formation, and advanced towards the creature insuring each Brother could cover another. Quite unfortunately their weapons were not exactly suited to fighting creatures of the tentacular variety, but if Dasyra spoke true then that might be easily offset. As one the Brothers would flourish their weapons letting their blessed radiance be seen, before they redoubled their advance on the creature with halberds flambard and axe ready to cut away offending tentacles while the other weapons would be kept in reserve to strike the creature proper.
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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 Mar 4, 2019 19:11:40 GMT -8
..Well, that was fast. Not to mention exceedingly unpleasant. The glimpses of the creature up ahead would've once made Thaelyn's eyes round in dismay and/or terror, but all she felt was a vague twinge of unease, mostly muffled beneath the numbness that shrouded her emotions. The magical energy that had been roiling around her person built between her hands and took the form of a writhing white-hot flame which gradually grew in size, until she began lobbing handfuls of it.. at her companions?
Not quite. The flames, rather than harming the warriors or moving toward the unholy abomination, instead adhered itself to the weapons of the melee combatants -- those that weren't already emitting a holy light, that was. Thaelyn continued to appear wholly emotionless as she did this, and with flame attached to the head of her own spear, she was able to engage in some non-magical combat herself. It would let her continue to be helpful while waiting for her magical energy to recharge, which would be easy to do, as her wound was still bleeding freely. But it would take time. Without much care for her own safety, she darted forward, thrusting past the bulkier combatants to plunge the flame-wreathed spearhead into the twisted being, and slashing at any tentacles that came her way only as an afterthought. Mostly when one managed to actually make contact, which was when she discovered that the suckers on the tentacles were actually quite sharp. It hurt a little, but the injuries would only give her more blood to work with.
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Cult of Xoilun
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 4, 2019 19:20:11 GMT -8
Clearly the beast hadn't expected such a firm and decisive response from the intruders. Its many mouths snapped and snarled, and the tentacles temporarily retreated beneath the vicious onslaught. Then suddenly, light blazed in the tunnel, both a holy glow and a vivid flame, causing it to recoil with a hiss, trying to escape the illumination. It could be seen that the tentacles and disturbing faces were attached to a roiling, semi-amorphous mass, which looked rather like a vaguely translucent black sac full of twisting, pulsing darkness and whatever it had that passed for organs.
The warriors might notice that the tentacles which had been severed, after falling to the floor, disappeared in a wisp of black smoke, and then another grew to replace it upon the beast's form. That is, until weapons covered in flame began to cut away the wriggling appendages and plunge into its body. Any tentacles cut away then landed on the tunnel floor and shriveled away, leaving behind a charred stump as the monstrosity shrieked in pained outrage.
After a few such blows, a face seemed to surge to the surface of the sac-like body and push through until it was suspended on a wavering, vaguely serpentine neck, six more following it to bobble almost comically around the body. Then eyelids irised open on each head, revealing an eerily pulsing yellowish eye, above a now-open and slavering mouth. The tentacles began to clutch to protrusions in the rocky walls, hauling its bulky form toward the fighters with sickening squelches and surprising speed.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Mar 4, 2019 19:24:29 GMT -8
Dasyra nearly faltered when fire suddenly appeared on the axe-head of her halberd, and although she wasn't entirely sure where it came from, she was grateful for it. With that and the holy light of the knights, she had no doubt that they'd be able to bring this beast to heel -- permanently.
That didn't stop her from a disgusted sound as the full extent of the creature was revealed, and her mouth twisted. At least, until she saw the heads appearing, and her eyes widened. She'd heard of this awful thing from their sources, and knew they had to act fast.
"Cut off the heads or blind those eyes, and watch out for its venom! It can melt through metal in a moment!"
Putting paid to her own words, she rushed forward, feinting a stab toward the bulk of the beast, and after fending away a tentacle, she suddenly swung the weapon upward at an angle, seeking to remove one of the horrific heads at the base of its spindly sort-of-neck, all while watching for venom to be expelled from any of the heads. She did not want any of that mess to touch her. Not even a little bit.
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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 Mar 7, 2019 5:48:23 GMT -8
When his father's sword lit up with holy fire Gabriel was rather caught off guard. Just as off guard as when he'd found his left arm covered in lacerations when the tentacle wrapped around it exploded into mist. Still, this was hardly the first time he'd been injured in battle. Indeed, he'd received the nickname of the Bull of Rondon because he would continue to fight well into exhaustion.
With a roar, Gabriel heads Dayra's advice and charges straight into the darkness whipping the flaming sword about to combat as many tentacles that come his way as he possibly can. If the foe would come to meet them then he would meet it. Fighting like an enraged animal he tries to get close to the glowing eye so he can stab it out.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 8, 2019 8:14:02 GMT -8
Fenrir charged in alongside Gabriel, doing his best to provide cover for the man. His sword flashed with fire, providing an undoubtedly unpleasant burning and freezing sensation to anything he hit. Fortunately, they did not live long after being hit.
He pointed his arm at the beast, runes lighting up before a blast of cold shot out, aimed at the eyes. It would freeze them, very briefly, but just long enough that maybe someone could finish the job.
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Alaric Marcellius
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 29
Physical Description: Quite tall at just above 200 centimetres, Alaric has a moderate peachy complexion that appears pale when in contrast with his jet black hair and nearly black brown eyes. His otherwise pristine patrician face bears a scar coming from both blade and flame at the bottom of the right side of his jaw. Despite his height and large frame & build the man is not particularly imposing, with an often unmoving expression.
Clothes and Equipment: Full gambeson, chainmail and plate blessed to stop even the maulings of dragons and giants. Typically bearing a quite large flambard and a rapier for sidearm, his mount will carry a lance, crossbow and kite shield.
Registered: Feb 11, 2019 16:53:19 GMT -8
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Post by Alaric Marcellius on Mar 9, 2019 21:43:40 GMT -8
The Knights kept their tight formation, knowing they needed it what with their weapons not being favourable to fight tentacles monsters. Nevertheless any appendage that came at them would be methodically cut off to allow them to advance a little closer.
However as the beast seemed to find renewed strength after its injury the Brothers ran back several metres, drawing their heavy crossbows with bolts already slotted in. Noting the wolf thing freezing the eyes of the creature they all picked them as vulnerable targets before loosing the blessed bolts. Shouldering their weapons after the volley they once more charged at the Beast, this time their formation far less tight and focused on shock rather than organization with blades swinging around in holy rage.
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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 Mar 11, 2019 19:04:38 GMT -8
Thaelyn seemed to care nothing for the tentacles that continued to lash at her exposed skin, only idly batting them away with the spear's haft and subsequently plunging the flame-covered blade in afterward when the prehensile appendages began to impede her movement. Her main goal was in stabbing the spearhead into the rather disturbing eyes of the creature, seeking to.. blind it? She wasn't even sure those eyes were actually eyes -- as she gathered more magical energy from the blood that continued to leak out of her body, she could feel the dark energy gathered at those focal points. Perhaps that was why Dasyra had them attacking those spots?
It wasn't Thaelyn's place to question. It was Thaelyn's place to fight. And so she did, leaping forward despite her smaller frame to deflect blows otherwise aimed toward her companions.
[Charge 1]
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Cult of Xoilun
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 11, 2019 19:09:57 GMT -8
The being had no idea what to make of the various attacks being launched at it, what with flaming weapons and freezing cold and painful bolts that impacted it. With each blow it uttered a shriek of pain, heads and tentacles being severed, and eyes being blinded. With every bit of it cut away or pierced, the thing seemed to shrink and weaken, until it was scrabbling at the walls and vainly seeking something to hold onto, to perhaps haul itself away.
It then gave a piteous final screech and collapsed into a puddle of smoking goo, with a single floating eye blinking balefully up at them and a lone tentacle flailing weakly.
The heroes might think themselves victorious, but alas, that illusion was soon shattered by human voices up ahead.
"Did you hear that? Sounds like someone fighting the grothol. We should check it out. Oy, Wexel, go fetch The Beast, we're like to need him if someone took it down."
There was a muttered assent, and light bloomed down the tunnel, accompanied by the sound of boots scuffing against stone. They would have only a few short moments to prepare themselves before facing potentially human foes.. and a bit long before this Beast came to light.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Mar 11, 2019 19:21:22 GMT -8
Dasyra was only semi-aware of what was becoming of the horrible monstrosity, and it was only when the last tentacle grabbed weakly at the shaft of her halberd that she really looked at what had become of it. Well. Not so tough after all, was it? With a grimace on her lips, she plunged the halberd's spike into the eye, putting an end to the.. creature.
And not a moment too soon, as voices soon came up ahead. She cursed softly, and pushed herself past the smaller woman, thrusting her toward the back.
"Your skill with that spear is not small, magus, but your place is back behind the rest of us, where you can best do your work. Ready yourselves, we must take these men down quickly, for this Beast they speak of is a trial in and of itself, and the distraction of multiple foes is one we don't need. There should be a larger cave up ahead -- if we can push past these men and into that space, we'll fare much better. Small confines and that.. creature.. would be a death sentence."
She spoke grimly, her mouth set into a thin line. She'd seen drawings of The Beast and knew that if it caught them in this tunnel, they would likely die.
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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 Mar 13, 2019 6:27:52 GMT -8
The beast is slain the final blow being delivered by the Wingman with her halbred. Gabriel draws deep heavy pants as he surveys the tunnel, he had a fair number of light lacerations along his arm where the tentacles had managed to get around the leather vambraces he wore. The chain of his shirt had held up much better though so he had no serious injury.
His eyes flick to the person closest to what he could call a companion. Thaelyn, the woman he'd come to Esdara with, had been as reckless as he was in her fighting and he could not help but voice some agreement with Dayra. "I concur. A magus of your talents should not risk herself to needlessly."
The front line was best left to men with nothing to live for such as himself. With that said he heeds the wingman's words and pushes ahead. If this beast was best fought in the open then he would cut a path through the cultists to see them to the larger antechamber.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Mar 19, 2019 10:07:27 GMT -8
Fenrir shook himself to clear the last bits of goo from his weapon and fur. Grinning with some satisfaction as Dasyra unceremoniously put an end to that aberration.
"Can't be much more beastly than I am." The wolf said, slightly curious as to what the cultists were referring to. An oversized man? A large dog? Something worse than that horrific tentacle monstrosity?
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Alaric Marcellius
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 29
Physical Description: Quite tall at just above 200 centimetres, Alaric has a moderate peachy complexion that appears pale when in contrast with his jet black hair and nearly black brown eyes. His otherwise pristine patrician face bears a scar coming from both blade and flame at the bottom of the right side of his jaw. Despite his height and large frame & build the man is not particularly imposing, with an often unmoving expression.
Clothes and Equipment: Full gambeson, chainmail and plate blessed to stop even the maulings of dragons and giants. Typically bearing a quite large flambard and a rapier for sidearm, his mount will carry a lance, crossbow and kite shield.
Registered: Feb 11, 2019 16:53:19 GMT -8
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Post by Alaric Marcellius on Mar 20, 2019 9:16:03 GMT -8
With the creature defeated the Knights all roared savagely and beat their breastplates with loud donks in triumph before momentarily prostrating themselves before their God. It seemed that there would be more foes for them ahead but that didn't matter too much for they already expected the monster wouldn't be the end of their trials.
It seemed that they would undergo a slight change of formation and for the better it seemed, where the red haired woman would be more efficiently used. Well, if they were to go forth and slaughter some humanoid foes then they were glad for their choice of arms was far better against them than the last tentacle laden creature. Crossbows were promptly reloaded with bodkin bolts and dipped into vials of Holy water. With that they once more drew their blades and looked to Dasyra, waiting for a prompt to again go forth.
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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 Mar 22, 2019 18:30:55 GMT -8
The purple-haired female was much taller and stronger, meaning that Thaelyn was easily pushed back toward the rear of the group, earning a brief, flat look of slight irritation from the mage. One that was shifted to Gabriel when he spoke in agreement. He barely knew her, what did he care if she perished in this venture? That was the secondary reason she was here, after all.
"My safety is none of your concern."
There was a vague edge of annoyance to her tone as she pushed forward through the group again, gathering her magic so that by the time she moved past them, she had her attack ready. A torrent of electrical energy was launched ahead of them, down the tunnel, aiming for the approaching enemies. It might not necessarily electrocute them fully, but it would certainly hurt like hell and incapacitate them.
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Cult of Xoilun
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 22, 2019 18:37:03 GMT -8
Six humans rounded the bend of the tunnel, two of them with lanterns in hand, and were confronted by a wave of electricity. Half of them were wearing metal armor, which turned out to work very badly against them, as the electrical current was amplified by their armor, effectively roasting them within the shells of metal. The remaining three screamed in pain, but their leather armor saved them from anything more than minor burns and some uncooperative muscles.
It would take several long moments for them to find their feet again, but they readied their weapons, two barreling forward with swords raised, the third laying an arrow with armor-piercing arrowhead on his bow and aiming at one of the crossbow-wielding knights.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Mar 22, 2019 18:48:15 GMT -8
Dasyra was ready to push the mage back again, but when she saw the energy crackling across her skin, she elected against it. Then that electricity slammed into the men rounding the tunnel's bend and her eyes widened, making the Zanora rider grunt. Well, she could admit the girl was effective.
Taking advantage of the men being somewhat distracted, she darted forward, shouldering aside one of the two with blades so that she could attempt to stab the bow-wielder with her halberd. She wouldn't have him putting a hole in one of the knights, after all. That was just bad form.
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Gabriel Taurtoya
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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 Mar 23, 2019 6:12:29 GMT -8
Gabriel paused at the two displays form the wolfman and the knights. One was just rather interesting, after all, he'd not met a wolfman before and to see such a dog like movement caught his attention. The display from the knights struck him as something of a religious thing and so he paused to show respect to the foreign religion. It may not be his Goddess but he could respect it.
However, before he can get back on his way Thaelyn is ignoring advice to go to the front of the group. Interposing himself between the cultist and the mage he glances back at her spitting out in Rondonese. "Mujer loca, ¿tienes un deseo de muerte!?" Then he adds. "You are compañero, your safety is my concern." Before he turns his attention back to the enemies charging into the fray.
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