Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 4, 2017 9:04:53 GMT -8
The little row boat was tossed erratically by the choppy seas. Silas did his best to keep the boat level as each swell hit his stern, then rowed with all his might to stay with the wave as long as possible. Half a bottle of rum rolled in the bottom of the boat, temporarily forgotten. Focused and sloshed as he was Silas did not fail to notice the small shapes patrolling the skies, or the sails on the horizon.
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Agnar Lothbrok
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 19, 2017 17:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by Agnar Lothbrok on Mar 19, 2017 18:29:20 GMT -8
Over night on a Sandy beach somewhere, large hunks of wood with beaten and unconscious men washed up. Their breathes were faint and their clothes tattered. Not until morning would the handful of Vikings wake to the sounds of seagulls and the relentless rays of sunlight.
The first to wake was Agnar, who would check to see who was alive, but not wake them. Ten woke up within an hour, the other six were dead. A fire was built and the men stripped to dry their clothes. Crabs were the easiest meal, so while their clothes dried, they ate.
One of the bigger warriors questioned Agnar, "Earl Lothbrok, what are your plans?"
Agnar drew a circle in the sand with a stick, and kept tracing over this circle, "What options do we have? We have been separated from the others and we are in unknown land. Food and shelter is the plan."
The viking man huffed, "What if there's people around us?"
Agnar shrugged his shoulders, "Let them find us. We're too weak to walk a kilometer or swing an axe. The gods will watch over us just like they did in the storm."
Not much else would occur. The men would gather firewood, food, and wood for shelter. By the next day they'd take off unless someone found them beforehand.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 13, 2017 8:33:07 GMT -8
A team of Isran soldiers brought a wagon up a small road, little more than a dirt path, really, to a moderately-sized fishing village along the Meridian coast. Two soldiers drove the wagon and four rode in the back, along with an escort of four mounted around it. Also in the back was a single prisoner in chains, Alfher , and the officer commanding the soldiers. The soldiers spoke among themselves to pass the time, as soldiers always do. Matters of their families or the sweethearts they left behind on this city or that were popular subjects, as well as general complaints about life in the army, and admonitions that there were much worse duties they could have been assigned. They drove the wagon up to the docks, where they detached the prisoner’s manacles from the chain running through the wagon and lifted him down off the wagon. They weren’t needlessly rough with him, but neither were they particularly gentle. They were escorting a criminal, after all, not a foreign princess. Assuming the prisoner made no attempt to break and run, they marched along the dock until they reached a particular boat, crewed by Isran sailors rather than Meridian. Julia presented her documents to the captain, and once they were approved, the group boarded. The horses were secured below decks, but the wagon left behind. As they made ready, one of the deckhands addressed the group. “You lot cut it a bit close, aye? Another hour an’ we’d’ve missed the tide.”
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 13, 2017 16:21:38 GMT -8
Boarding the boat seemed likely to be the best chance he would ever get. The guards had not rebound his hands behinds his back and there was less room to maneuver on the docks. Anyways, Alfher did not intend to be shipped off to be trialed in Isra. He would die before pleading at his own trial. Let his nonattendance be statement enough.
The mountain warrior waited until the two guards on either side of him were about to escort him from dock to boat. There would be one moment when one or both of them were off balance. At that time Alfher would rotate his arm out of the grasp of one of the guards as he pushed the other one off balance with a upper body shove. Alfher would then slam an assisted elbow into the first guard's face. His hands would drop to the guards sword as he shoved him in between the boat and dock. As the sword unsheathed he would slash for the second guards throat. Should this escape attempt work Alfher would throw the sword at the nearest soldier, before diving into the water. His lungs were powerful and he could stay under water for over a minute, but with the shackles and minimal strength swimming would be slow. Still he kept under the water for as long as possible and swam towards a dangerous looking rock outcropping across the way.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 13, 2017 21:24:40 GMT -8
Alfher picked what was likely to be his best moment to his estimation, and it caught the guards by surprise as intended. He exploded into action, breaking one guard’s nose and opening a nasty gash on a second. The first fell into the water between the boat and the dock with a cry of pain and surprise followed by a splash. The second went down with a choking gurgle, very likely dying. Before the rest could react, he was in the water, the whole thing going off essentially without a hitch. The remaining soldiers scrambled to respond, Julia’s voice rising about their shouts. “You two! See to the wounded. You and you, fish that man out! The rest of you, establish a perimeter. He has to come up some time.” Without waiting for a response, and trusting that the Isran soldiers were disciplined enough to follow orders, the centurion stepped off the docks. A cold wind blew along the docks as Rafine strode into the sea. Alfher had strong lungs, but Julia had the advantage here. The ghostly soldier had no lungs to worry about. No breath to hold. She walked through the water as easily as the walls of stone of stone or wood. Her cold, grey eyes scanned the waters, looking for the slow swimmer. He had several seconds head start on her, but Julia soon spotted him and followed after.
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 13, 2017 22:42:22 GMT -8
As Alfher came up for breath he hazarded a quick glance behind himself. He was terrified to see the centurion following him, on top of the water! Sorcery! Alfher dove again and swam in a different direction. This new vector was aimed out towards see, but back in the direction of the boat. He would resurface again before running out of air to breath. This would give the centurion another chance to spot him and she would hopefully believe he were swimming out of the harbor.
Instead Alfher would attempt the unexpected and swim back towards the boat and docks. There would be room to breath underneath the docks and hopefully the centurion would lose some time looking for him in among the waves.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 14, 2017 11:33:16 GMT -8
The fastest humans can reach reach swimming speeds of just over two meters per second in ideal conditions. While noticeably faster than a casual stroll along the beach, this is roughly the equivalent of a brisk walk, and less than half the speed of the same humans in a light jog. When Alfher looked back, he would see the centurion not just coming after him, but Dangerously close behind. When he dove again, Julia’s face took an iron-hard expression. Outwardly, she was grim and determined, but her inner anger at the man was reflected in the frigid wind whipping about her. This man was a prisoner of a war that was over, but he insisted on continuing the fight. He had very likely killed a man in the process. Rather than continuing along the surface, the centurion abandoned the pretense of life and walking. The material world fell away from her, like mist and shadow as Julia adopted the ghostly glide of a spirit and slipped beneath the waves. The waters churned and roiled around her, and a cold, distant voice whispered in Alfher’s ears. “No escape…”
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 14, 2017 13:51:16 GMT -8
Without knowing which direction Alfher was swimming, Julia Rafine would not be able to catch up immediately. Or so Alfher thought. When the ethereal voice spoke in his ear the semi free man almost shouted in surprise. Yet he made no noise to give himself away, perhaps the women was bluffing. She had not yet found him and Alfher would not poke his head above the waves again. From his hidden location under the docks, Alfher made his way towards the shore. He looked up through the cracks in the dock attempting to discover where the guards were located. Alfher could certainly not remain hidden. The soldiers would eventually search everywhere, if the centurion had not already divined his location. With whatever time he had, Alfher would make his way under the docks until he reached where the wagon had been left. If Alfher had counted right, half of the soldiers were still by the boat. The centurion was not too be seen and the remaining guards had spread out to form a perimeter. Alfher judged that there would only be one guard at the wagon, if any. Before making any moves for the wagon and horses, Alfher examined his surroundings as best he could from beneath the dock. He looked for the nearest soldier and the centurion, as well as cover he could use.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 14, 2017 22:07:27 GMT -8
It was spring on the shores of Meridian, previously Goraia, previously Medan. The sun shone down, warming the docks of the little fishing town. Huddled beneath, only thin shards of light passed between the planks. A dusting of sand and grit hung in the beams, shaken loose by the boots of the Isran soldiers above. At least one man was down, maybe two. Plus a few looking after the wounded. That left perhaps eight watching for Alfher to resurface. The shouting would draw the attention of the locals soon. Would they help the Israns? Who could say… The closest of the soldiers were directly above him. The light flickered as they passed between the sun and their quarry, huddled just a few feet below. Most of the fishing boats were out to sea, left before the dawn as fisherfolk tend to do. There were a few skiffs, a few posts, the docks themselves… not much cover, but some. The waves rolled in, washing against him as he made his way towards the shore under the cover of the dock. An unseasonably cold wind blew through, slicing through his soaked clothing like an icy knife. The northerner was used to cold, but this was something different. Unnatural. Where was the centurion? Had she lost sight of him in the waters? They weren’t as murky as he might have hoped here on the rocky shores, where no river poured silt into the sea. Julia stepped back into the world of the living, the world that was wasted on this man, who spilled blood in the name of a war he had already lost. She materialized directly directly behind him, steel grey eyes cold and hard with the fury and hate the dead hold for the living. Again, the distant voice whispered in Alfher’s ear. “No escape…”
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 15, 2017 20:42:06 GMT -8
The ridged grasp of fear was far colder then that of the water or the wind. Those icy eyes dug into Alfher's soul, engraving a afterimage that the brave man would never forget. But a stare along would not immobilize the mountain man. He had been bred to confront his fears and battle them down. At the moment, Alfher was not fighting for the war he had lost. He was fighting for his freedom. If trialed the mercenary knew that justice would be swift. Although he was no Goraian, he had fought on their side and would take their blame whether he was free or incarcerated.
So far the centurion was all talk and flair and such was not enough to break Alfher's spirit. He splashed water into his pursuers face and attempted a headbutt if she were close enough. His goal was to buy enough time to reach the horse. Coming out from under the dock he reached for the above soldier's legs. Hopefully he would pull the soldier to the decking, or even to the water, as he pulled himself up.
His next plan was the grab the long reins of the wagon and lift himself onto one of the horses, attempting to steal the entire thing.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 16, 2017 1:08:36 GMT -8
Whatever else could be said about the man, no one could call him a coward. Alfher splashed water, presumably to blind and distract, and attempted to headbutt the centurion. Either fortunately or unfortunately for the northern mercenary, depending on the perspective, his initial plan worked. Julia’s natural state was incorporeal, and while she had some degree of control, she was still learning. Instead of fading out to avoid the water and rematerializing afterwards to meet his attack, the water struck her full in the face, causing her to lose her corporeal form. The headbutt collided only with cold wind. In any case, Alfer had his window, and the lunge from underneath the dock took the soldier unaware. He fell with a shout of surprise and landed hard. He probably wasn’t seriously injured, but with the wind knocked out of him, he would not be immediately making the recapture as Alfher pulled himself up and ran for the wagon. The rest of the soldiers shouted and ran after him, but the nearest Isran was on the ground and he had a significant head start on the rest. Behind him, the cold wind whipped into a fury. Unbound by the constraints of the living world, Julia hurled herself after him, passing through obstacles as if they didn’t exist. Unnerved by the rapid approach of the ghostly soldier, the horses reared and stomped, squealing in fear and obviously ready to bolt. Her crimson cloak whipped and billowed around her as Julia gathered supernatural forces, stretching her undead hand out towards the fleeing mercenary. A cold voice echoed in the howling wind. “No escape…” [charge 1]
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 16, 2017 1:45:33 GMT -8
When Alfher pulled himself on the the frighted horse, it did not take much pressure from his heals to get the horse cantering away. All the horse secured to the wagon bolted and the caravan proceeded precariously down the docks. Luckily no not many villagers were out and about to get in the way. Alfher allowed the horses to lead themselves as he reached for the horses flank to unbuckle the breechings that held the horse to the wagon.
Once those were off only the collar held the horse in with the rest of the team. With no real guidance the horses would tire and slow soon. Alfher's bound hands went for the collar buckle. As soon as it was loose he kicked the horse and shook the chains, befor attempting to steer the horse into the town, ahead of the wagon.
The fleeing prisoner had no idea what sort of attack was about to come for him. He kept himself low to the horse anyways, if only to hold on.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 16, 2017 13:36:08 GMT -8
The horses bolted, careening down the docks with the wagon bouncing and clattering behind them. In other circumstances, they might have been hard to control, but the only instruction Alfher had given was exactly what the natural instinct of a horse said to do when something unpleasant or frightening was happening: run. Ahead of him, people on the docks dashed out of the path of the horse and wagon, some diving into the water as they tried to get clear. Behind him, some of the Isran soldiers ran after, no real hope of catching up, but unwilling to simply let him go. Others scrambled to their own horses. Without a wagon to pull, they had a good chance of catching up if they moved quickly. Unhitching the wagon at a run was risky course, to say the least. Even with free hands, it would have been dangerous. At these speeds, falling off the horse posed a serious risk of injury, even without accounting for the possibility of being run over by the wagon as well. It was a bold move, but apparently Alfher was a bold man. Suddenly, Julia closed her fist and jerked her hand upwards. Simultaneously, a ghostly, telekinetic force wrapped itself around Alfher, like icy chains from beyond the grave. They yanked hard, up and back, then down again. If could not somehow resist the supernatural power, the fleeing man would find himself pulled from the back of the horse and slammed into the ground.
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 17, 2017 22:56:09 GMT -8
Alfher gasped as the ethereal chains wrapped around his chest. He let out a grunt as he hit the ground. The horse, his only escape, galloped on ahead. Yet, Alfher could not give up if the chains released after he struck the ground Alfher would spring to his feet and run into the nearest building. If the chains still bound him he roll, hop, or drag himself as far as he could before being captured or killed.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 18, 2017 9:27:25 GMT -8
It turned out the men on foot weren’t chasing as pointlessly as it it might have seemed at first, but it would still be a while before they caught up to Alfher . The ones on horseback, on the other hand, were closing the distance dangerously fast. And the dead centurion was right there. He struggled to drag himself away, some combination of fear or stubbornness or heroic resolve compelling him not to give up, but the chains squeezed tighter. Julia lowered to the ground, drawing a ghostly sword as she marched the last few steps. Her cloak billowed around her in the icy, unnatural wind, steel-grey eyes locked on the man on the ground. There was no scrape of steel against the scabbard. No crunch of boots on gravel. Even the thunder of approaching hooves seemed muted and distant. The centurion stood over Alfher, sword in hand, looking down a thim. A cold voice echoed in his ears. “No escape…”
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 18, 2017 11:22:14 GMT -8
Asger struggled violently. He tried to punch and elbow in either direction to break the chain hold that was around him. There must be some limit to the magical strength. Surely, the deathly mage would need to recharge if she had not kept fueling the attack. Asger had little knowledge of how magic worked himself, but he was still intent on escape. There was no turning back now. The centurion loomed above him. Daunting though that cold stare was, Alfher did not sense any sort of killing intent. It seemed that he was to be delivered alive. Hope still flickered in Alfher. He had experienced Julia Rafine's powers and was not afraid. "Fuck you! I will escape!" The prisoner yelled as he kicked for her knee. If the centurion when insubstantial she would not be able to catch him. If she remained solid it would be a different story. Still, Alfher expected to break free from the magical binds at least. If so he would scramble to his feet, keeping some crates to his back and his eyes on the pursuing soldiers.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 18, 2017 12:52:42 GMT -8
Alfher struggled and kicked out with a shout, his boot hitting only empty air. Whether in response to his furious struggling or to the centurion phasing out again, the ghostly chains dissolved away like smoke on the wind. His back was to the wall, or the crates at least, and the ghostly soldier turned to face him. Her sword was gripped in her right hand, low and back slightly, near her hip. The point angled down and forward, not immediately going for the attack, but ready to strike if needed. The mounted soldiers galloped up, the lead he had gained on them blown by the sudden, unexpected dismount and following scuffle. Seeing their commander with sword in hard, the men quickly drew their own blades and moved to surround him. The footmen were still some distance up the road, but four soldiers on horseback were now backing their commander. One of them called out in a stern, commanding tone. “Give it up. Lay down on the ground. Now.” Julia’s left hand rose, and the cold wind blew around her again, whipping her cloak as the supernatural powers gathered again. The warhorses, shied away somewhat from the display, but remained under the control of their riders. A distant voice whispered on the frigid wind. “No escape…” [charge 1]
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 19, 2017 0:47:35 GMT -8
Alfher crouched like a cornered animal, as the soldiers surrounded him. Though he watched with soft eyes, only one held his interest, Julia Rafine. The warrior had enough of this ghostly bullshit. If he was unchained he would have already killed her again. It seemed she was afraid of her remaining mortal weakness and would no longer take a physical form. "RAAAAAA!" Yelled Alfher as he charged at the ghost of a centurion. There was only one thing for a cornered animal to do, fight or die. Should she take her physical form he would grab for her sword hand and seek to disarm and hurt her. Perhaps, he could parry a strike with his chains along, but should her sword seek his heart, Alfher would die. If the centurion stayed in her unsubstantial form, Alfher would charge through her, hoping that the other soldiers would not think to guard her rear. Again his goal was to get into a building.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on May 19, 2017 10:58:33 GMT -8
It was a dangerous gambit, but Alfher was seemingly a desperate man. Given the option to yield, he instead chose to charge. If he wasn’t intended to be brought back alive, it might have been classed as suicidal. Maybe it properly should have been anyway. The way she was standing, Alfher would have to rush past the point of Julia’s sword, her advanced left arm, and virtually the full width of her body to get to her left hand. It would be so easy to stab him and be done with it… Instead, she shifted her left leg to the right and pivoted at the hips as he rushed in. Lunging forward to grab at her right hand, and with her leg moving into the path of his own, he would likely find himself tripped and overbalanced. The turning of her upper body would bring the outstretched left hand across the back of his shoulders to help him along. If the move went as intended, Alfher would find himself thrown bodily onto the ground. The centurion tried to sweep her sword out of his path as well, but he might well find his arms or chest sliced on the blade in passing anyway. Regardless of whether he went down or not, whether he was cut or not, she unleashed the ghostly chains again. Reaching out from beyond the grave, they wrapped around his body and yanked down, seeking to pin him to the ground. Once again, the disembodied whisper floated on a frigid wind. “No escape…”
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Alfher
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 42
Physical Description: Alfher is a obviously a strong and tough man, yet he does not appear threatening.
Clothes and Equipment: Sword and shield
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 12:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Alfher on May 21, 2017 18:34:43 GMT -8
Alfher was surprised that Julia Rafine did not phase out or attempt to stab him. Instead she had tried to trip him. Alfher was a warrior and would not go down to such an attack. While his first goal had been to take her sword if she would not even use it Alfher would attack instead. Rather then tripping into the sword Alfher would most likely plow into the armored centurion. Since he did not have to worry about parrying Alfher used his manacles and chains to tear down the guard Julia had made with her left hand. He swung his right arm in a cross face elbow strike. Even if her helmet was on the blow might be enough to break her concentration from casting a spell. He had more attacks should Julia fail to chain him with magic. A headbutt, stomp, or another elbow was likely to follow. Alfher would need to stick close in order to counter any upward strike she might try with the sword. If he was not able to take her weapon in his next move, the fight would likely be over.
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