Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 1, 2017 17:33:12 GMT -8
Helmut pressed the sword tighter to get even more blood drawn, but lowered his crossbow. "No, I'll kill just her so you deal with the grief; after all, suicide is a no-no especially for someone like you!" he said, chuckling madly. When he made a plea to the people he laughed. "Spreading seditious talks? My-oh-my, you know, you can be made an enemy of the state for less." he whistled loudly, and in the distance a raven would start it's flight towards the scene. "See that bird? If you kill it then it is certain proof that you are an enemy of the state for you destroyed it's property without cause, and it will alert the authorities to come, so I suggest that you let the poor thing be." As it hopped onto his wrist, he used his free hand to write a message, tie it to a leg of the bird, and let it fly. If it was let fly, then a single slightly less senior Witch Hunter along with a squad of State Troopers would slowly but surely start walking towards the castle. If it did not, then much more quickly a dozen Witch Hunters would be roused.
He was admittedly quite surprised when Cerri awoke, relinquishing the grip on his blade of anti-magical hagbane silver. No longer in full grip of it's owner, it would lose it's anti-magical properties allowing her to cast her magics. He grunted a little when she fell and had the vines upon him, but the shock had left him and he regained a grip on his blade. He stared at the birthmark and then back at Adrian once more pointing the blade at her. "Using one's gifts for heinous acts? That is a crime even greater, should I deem there be crime. Once again, Adrian, the best choice for her would be to let me leave. Will you really let your pride hurt your poor girl? Or perhaps you think you can run away, have a hidden marriage? You'd be found, and let me tell you, killed... ha-ha!"
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Jan 1, 2017 18:24:57 GMT -8
Adrian literally trembled with anger. He could feel a red rage coursing through his boiling blood. The more blood he saw streaming from Cerridwyn von Heschburg , the angrier he got. His eyes started to go bloodshot, his face grew red, and his breathing was wavering. He stopped breathing and tensed up when Helmut van der Minnenstein actually suggested killing Cerri. A number of possibilities started to run through the Knight-Brother's head, none of them good. When the bird came and landed upon Helmut's wrist, Adrian merely gave a slight nod, urging his Knights to move in to attack. As Cerri used her magic to break free and startle the Witch Hunter, two bolts were simultaneously shot and aimed for Helmut's thighs, while a third aimed for his right shoulder. They were only meant to injure him, hindering his movement in both his legs and fighting arm - and in no way meant to kill him. If all went as planned, Cerri would be freed and would be attended to by Adrian and Klaus. Meanwhile, the six Brother-Knights would move to contain, apprehend, and constrain Helmut, specifically by disarming him and tying his hands behind his back. If all 3 Knight-Brothers missed Helmut's thighs and shoulders, they would all move towards him quickly. One of the Knight's would lunge his sword towards Helmut's own sword, enticing him to defend himself. A second Knight would cover the first Knight, moving into melee range and watching for the counter. The other four Knights would try to grab Helmut's arms and shoulders, trying to force him onto the ground so they could disarm him and tie his hands and ankles together.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 1, 2017 22:59:48 GMT -8
Helmut sighed as the bolts hit him, not yelping in pain or protesting, merely keeping quiet. He was comforted by the fact that nobody got away with killing or even hurting a Witch Hunter, which was far from exaggeration. He stared at Adrian with an earnest smile. "What are you going to do when my colleagues arrive?" He asked, knowing that there was probably not a plan that could save the man anymore. "They're coming you know." He said, spitting out some blood that ran down in to his mouth.
For it was true, if for some unknown reason Adrian were to climb to the summit of the castle and pull out a more casual set of binoculars or a telescope, he would in the distance see a V formation walking towards the castle.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Jan 2, 2017 5:09:13 GMT -8
All the tension in Adrian's person simply dissipated. It was... over... or at least, it seemed. The wound on Cerri's neck had been attended to, and she herself placed upon Adrian's horse. The Knights had bound Helmut van der Minnenstein by the wrists and ankles and disarmed him; the binding was tight and tied efficiently, so he was not going to be able to wriggle free. Helmut would be laid upon Cerri's horse and tied to the reins and saddle so he could not fall off or try to escape. The Knights, and Klaus, all mounted up and followed Adrian out of the courtyard's exit, with Helmut in tow. The retinue of Knight-Brothers, with Cerridwyn von Heschburg and Helmut, high-tailed it from the scene - completely ditching all of Cerri's belongings, as it would only slow them down. Fortunately, the Troopers in the distance who were approaching the castle in a V formation were far enough away, and only walking, so they could surely outrun them if they fled somewhat opposite their direction. As they rode hard away from Rouviere, Adrian would speak to the Witch-Hunter. "Honestly, Witch-Hunter, I've no ill feelings towards you. I am a man of God, and I forgive all of his creatures, no matter the sin. Because of you, however, I am being forced to flee to Swavia... where I was meant to take command against Queen Efyria. The Emperor may have to find someone else, I am afraid, for my actions have no doubt labeled me an enemy of the state. I am going to Swavia to hide." Adrian paused, and he knew the Witch-Hunter would want to say something snarky again. "Let me guess, your pals are coming," he would say. "I already considered that. If anyone comes to hurt us, kill us, or otherwise impede us, I will tell them to move. If they do not... well, quite frankly, I will kill you. Does that make sense, Witch-Hunter? You are my insurance. If you want to live, then my fiancee and I must make it to Swavia. Once there, I will release you, heal you, and return all of your items." Adrian's expression turned to one of sadness as he gazed into Helmut's eyes. "And please, good sir, cooperate... for I do not wish for you to die by the sword." Adrian was sincere. All he wanted to do was make it to the border. If anyone tried to hurt, hinder, or kill anyone in the party, Helmut himself would be promptly killed. If they made it to the border safely, Helmut would be released, healed, and re-equipped.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 2, 2017 8:00:44 GMT -8
He chuckled a little when spoken to, if given the opportunity would rise to face him. "A man of God? You chase around skirts, harm those who do no wrong, so on and so forth. I know you have done with with not just me, for I have read your dossier, Adrian von Heschburg, although soon just Adrian Heschburg if you will even be allowed to have a name rather than 'slave nine-five-seven' or such. Who might you be that for you the law should be break? The citizenry toil away under eternal vigilance and you claim to sympathize with them, but then when push comes to shove you fire upon an agent of the government? You are not a man of God, you are a man of lust, lies and hipocrisy." He cackled a little, hoping to get Cerridwyn awake. She was much younger and had to deal with less in life; that was someone he could more easily mould to his will.
"My life is forfeit. I'm not a coward, I will take death by heretical hands. You on the other hand, are too frightened to even face investigation. However I will tell you once more. Let me live, and the lady just might. Let me leave with her, and your comrades might just live too. Turn yourself in, and you just might. You will have to clear your name with many works but you may return to your old life, if you play your cards however few right. I am an acceptable loss, even though I am second in place to be the High Master of the Witch Hunters. So...." He said, and added mockingly "Tick tock. That might be the clock for your decision, or for your death. It's going to ring soon though, I'll say that." With that he would start to hum a melodramatic tune, never ceasing to smile.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 4, 2017 18:41:39 GMT -8
Days later Helmut would come to Castle Rouviere, furious as ever. "Open the hell up!" he would shout to the Guards and any other attendants. He was damned if an injury wouldn't let him finish an investigation. If there was no heir to Lord Raoul, well then the Castle would be seized and become government property; the Emperor's.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Jan 7, 2017 20:48:13 GMT -8
Little pig, little pig... Only... the big bad wolf would find the castle empty of people, the door yielding. The place was pretty ransacked, anything of value taken out, leaving debris and overturned furniture. The former lord of the manner lay where he was left, smelling rather pungent by that point, but not without plenty of spit spots on his bloating corpse.
There was also a parchment on the man's body, stabbed in with a rather rusty looking knife.
Indeed, if Helmut made his way to the bedchamber in question, the leather bound journals would be piled all over the bed, and if he looked into the hearth, there would be many bone fragments, plenty of teeth, and part of a skull. The journals revealed his demons, his secrets... How he killed his wife for her involvement with the archduke, how she was a magi but thought she was a witch.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jan 8, 2017 10:24:49 GMT -8
Helmut groaned at the sight of the body, giving the paper a stare, copying down it's contents and finally striking a match on the corpse to light up his pipe. He threw a tarp upon the body, deciding it may need preservation. Just in case he drew his sword while thinking. He sent a bird to a Guard house not too far away, and a small platoon was roused. The men packed everything written and most things that were not. All they took would be sent over to the establishment of the Witch Hunters in Augustgrad but a few specific items to Helmut's home. After he was once more alone he smashed the tables, shelves, and anything else flammable about the place and then began to pour the contents of a bottle of holy wine about the place. Satisfied, he emptied the tobacco of his pipe and smiled as all around him began to burn. Fire was good, it purified. He sniffed the smoke, and just before the red flames caught onto his leather clothing he left, and then admired from afar the castle ablaze. He'd send a message to various Imperial authorities that the castle now belonged to the state. He himself was off to the village o Rouviere, since that was where he reckoned Raoul's wife was. His investigation just got a whole lot more complicated.
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