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 Jun 14, 2019 18:03:17 GMT -8
Alaric's response elicited a grin from the Rider, and she chuckled as her armored knuckles gently tapped against his pauldron.
"Aye, pain is naught but an old friend to our sort, eh? If perhaps the sort we wish would stop coming 'round."
She stood and retrieved her halberd, examining the weapon to make sure it was still battle-worthy, though she glanced up at Fenrir's question. Before she could answer, a young acolyte of Xoilun made his unfortunate appearance, unexpected enough to leave Dasyra gaping, even as he disappeared screaming after a few heartbeats. Well, that.. didn't bode well. Muttering a curse, she turned to the others and sighed, before answering with a lopsided smile.
"Fortunately, we're not far from the Eyries proper, now. Just a bit further down that tunnel there, and we'll be at the nests. As far as I know, the zanora have just been chained up and left unguarded. Once we free them, and liberate the fortress, it'll be smooth flying to Esdar'ai. But we should be quick. Who knows what sort of a mess that lad's ruckus will have stirred up."
That said, she moved to the tunnel the boy had fled down, and waited for the rest to be ready to follow. Those with particularly keen hearing might be able to hear the cries of the giant raptors even now, displeased with their captivity.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 6:17:11 GMT -8
Fenrir did not even wait for Dasyra's words, the sight of the acolyte running enough to send him loping after the unfortunate soul. If the enemy knew they were coming so be it, they would know fear as he let out an ear-splitting howl. The kind of howl that ancient legends from his homeland spoke of with dread.
The Hunt was on, and none would stand in his way.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 8:39:48 GMT -8
The Knight gave a chuckle at the humour of his counterpart, waving a hand in concession. "Oh very well, point taken. There comes a point when even someone so impeccably humble and grand as myself will recognize a time they've passed a limit. He stood, fastening his breastplate back on proper and securing straps here and there.
A kid ran up, before running back. Alaric sighed motioning for his Brothers to shoot him. They formed two ranks with two Brothers kneeling and two firing over their shoulders with their crossbows in hopes of making sure the lad had nowhere to duck and doge. After that they awaited for all else to follow, not quite wanting to run off like the wolf-thing. Organization, it's what made humans a step above all sorts of beast-folk.
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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 18, 2019 18:38:32 GMT -8
Gabe is snapped from his slight stupor by Thaelyn who approaches with kind words and an offer. Even being acknowledged felt rather nice as he was starting to feel rather vestigial to the overall effort. Before he can offer a reply though a young lad, presumably a page appears and sees their little war party. Before a word can be offered he is off screaming like a banshee and the rest can only react.
Fenris, in true beast spirit, takes off like a dog who just saw a frightened squirrel. Meanwhile, Dasyra tries to get them to form up and Alaric organizes his men, having them try to snipe the boy. A brutal if justifiable tactic considering their circumstances. Turning his attention back to Thaelyn he offers her a wane smile.
"The sword was the last one my father made before he was killed. Nothing would please me more than seeing it restored but it appears we do not have the time for such a thing. I will use my arming sword for now." It was a smaller and less finely made blade but it would serve.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 8:27:15 GMT -8
"Nonsense. I can work my magic as we travel. It should be good as new by the time we arrive at our destination."
Without another word on the matter, she reached out and grasped his sword, carelessly wrapping her fingers around the blade. Admittedly, it was less carelessness on her part, and more facilitating her magic, as the sharp edge sliced into her flesh and released the blood that was the fuel of her gift. She clutched the weapon as she began to follow the others, trailing toward the back of the pack, while she carefully weaved the spell.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 8:36:40 GMT -8
While the knights had a good idea, firing crossbow bolts into the twisting tunnel wouldn't do them much good, as the acolyte disappeared around a bend, leaving the quarrels to bounce harmlessly off stone and land on the ground. Fenrir might have more luck catching him and taking him down, given his speed, but the boy's demise made little difference either way, as their arrival at the Eyries proper would reveal no enemy forces waiting for them.
The large cavern was filled with ledges and small hollows, all of them containing either an empty nest or a chained-up Zanora, and more of such was visible on the craggy edges of the mountain, visible outside the cavern's open western wall. Perhaps the most interesting thing was the sight of the fortress abutting the Eyries and visible through that opening, if only because it revealed the sight of milling forces in dark clothing and armor, all apparently fleeing the fort and making their way down to the town far, far below. If watched for long enough, it would become obvious that they were striking out toward the capital of Esdar'ai, to the east, leaving the fortress abandoned.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 8:41:08 GMT -8
Dasyra led the way down the tunnel at a brisk pace, and emerged into the Eyries with an expression that started out enraged at the sight of the elegant giant eagles so restrained. But her face was soon claimed by a look of amused perplexity as she realized the forces of Xoilun were effectively abandoning ship.
"Well, that will make our job a lot easier. Alright, let's free the Zanora, and then we can set off for the capital and end this."
Hurrying to the nearest bound Zanora, she crooned soothingly to the large bird and jammed the point of her halberd into the wall where the shackle was mounted, prying the metal plate away from the rock so the creature could fly. They could find a smithy to remove the shackle from around the bird's leg at a later date -- getting the eagles back into the sky was the important part.
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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 Aug 6, 2019 13:51:56 GMT -8
Fenrir caught up with the acolyte rather quickly, removing his head in one clean sweep of his steel claws. He waited restlessly for the rest to catch up before pushing forward into the Eyries. Seeing so many majestic creatures bound elicited the first truly sympathetic feelings he had, and he quickly went around, smashing or tearing apart the chains that bound them.
"At least they were not corrupted by the foul magics that your opponents use, they would have made for formidable foes."
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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 Aug 9, 2019 19:02:21 GMT -8
After ending their volley the Knights repeated the routine of cranking their heavy windlasses, placing a bolt in their crossbows and then putting the things away for later use. With that done, they once more formed up shoulder to shoulder and went forth down the tunnel with weapons upraised. One of the Brothers momentarily kicked the head of the fallen boy side to side and around a foot as though it were a ball for athletes before getting a strike from one of his comrades to make him return to the rest followed by a quick berating.
As the Knights came upon the captive Zanora, they looked at the beasts wearily. The disappearing enemy was just... too convenient? Sometihng certainly felt amiss, but once more they didn't speak of it. This could well be some sort of trap, it was all far too easy to just take these mounts that were "hastily" left behind, to liberate these creatures that could easily tear man in two. But as Dasyra freed one, it seemed they were benign or at least not hostile to the party and so the Brothers spread out yanking chains out of stone before pummeling the chains near the limbs of birds with blunt impact to weaken the weights drawing them down and then severing them with their heavier blades and wedges to make sure the creatures had at least part of the burden taken away. "You think they're really fleeing? Or gathering up for some final stand to try and take as many of us with them as possible." Alaric queried to the Wingman.
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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 Aug 12, 2019 16:14:14 GMT -8
The sword is snatched from his hand before he can protest and Gaberial holds his hands up in surrender. "As you say, madam." He chuckles as they follow the group to the eyries and they find the majestic Zanora's chained and bound. Watching from the sidelines something Dasyra says catches his attention and he speaks up.
"Wingman, I have the tools to break the shackles in my bag if you would like."
He was carrying his father's blacksmithing tools with him and it would be easy to grab the hammer and chisel and snap the chains.
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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 Aug 15, 2019 16:56:38 GMT -8
True to her word, by the time they arrived where the great eagles were chained up, Thaelyn had managed to work her magic upon the blade. It was handed back to Gabriel, as unmarred as the day it was completed, and resonating with a subtle vibration that indicated it was now imbued with a protective spell, that would ward off all but the most devastating of damage. With that done, she turned her attention to the giant eagles, and fearlessly approached the nearest bound avian. Smearing blood from her lacerated hands upon the chain, she began working magic again to cause the shackle to fall from around the creature's leg, and once that was done, she moved on to the next.
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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 Aug 15, 2019 17:06:30 GMT -8
"I'm uncertain whether it's their intelligence or the bond they form with their riders, but the Zanora are strangely impervious to outside influence, whether it be magical or otherwise. It's why they're the backbone of our military forces.. aside from being extremely formidable, as you say."
This explanation was followed by a chuckle, then a grunt as Dasyra pried free another metal plate from the rock wall. Turning to look at her companions, she saw that they were making steady progress freeing the Zanora, and she nodded her satisfaction. But the question from Alaric had her turning his way, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Xoilun's followers aren't known for their courage. It's likely they're abandoning the fortress to congregate in Esdar'ai for a final showdown. Their numbers are greater there, and no doubt they hope to overwhelm us and prevent us from reaching their commander. But that is imperative. We must liberate the Blade and Crown."
This was said with fierce determination. The Blade and Crown were the heart of their nation in every way. Firming her grip on her halberd, she started toward the exit of the eyries, intent on freeing those who were chained on the ledges outside. As she went, she cast a brisk glance at Gabriel, and nodded firmly.
"That would be most helpful, lad. If you've no fear of heights, come out here with me, and we'll make quick work of these chains."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Aug 15, 2019 17:10:52 GMT -8
Fortunately for the group of heroes, Dasyra's theory was correct. The forces of Xoilun entirely vacated the fortress, but it was soon populated once more. Esdaran military forces who had been hiding in the warren of tunnels and caves connected to the fortress began to pour out into it, celebrating the departure of their hated oppressors with cheers of victory, and upon seeing the figures up above moving to free the Zanora, soon ascended to aid them. With so many hands to help, it wouldn't be long before all of the giant eagles were unchained and flying once more, giving the Lowlander heroes and the Winged Forces chance to muster themselves, and proceed to Esdar'ai for the final showdown.
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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 Aug 20, 2019 9:37:57 GMT -8
"I see." The Knight replied, going about the work of freeing the birds with his Brothers. Once done, they assembled with the rest of the warriors and went to the fortress with their motley crew of comrades.
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