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 Dec 9, 2016 17:46:03 GMT -8
"Good day to you, Sir Knight! Ahh, our Lady Cerridwyn. It seems her father asked for us to send her belongings home. I've not seen hide, nor hair of the Lady since. The Count can be found at the North Stable at this time. His men just brought in a fine new shipment of horseflesh. Perhaps you could ask him of her whereabouts?" The old man was smiling fondly as he spoke of Cerri, but his face grew a little darker in regards to Raoul.
Then a few young ladies where whispering to each other as they arrived with arms linked... "M'lady looked so sad today... I wonder if the Count was being wretched to her again." The other spoke, "Oh, I do wish he would leave her be. It is hard enough for her after what happened to her." He'd likely figure out that they meant the black eye and the poisoning.
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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 Dec 9, 2016 18:21:11 GMT -8
Adrian listened to what the innkeep had to say with interest. "The North Stable," he repeated, "I was just there. Must have missed him. Thank you for your help." Adrian slid a silver coin towards the innkeep, nodded, smiled, and turned to leave. Klaus, however, had been listening to the conversation of the young ladies. "Master, wait," he urged Adrian, nodding his head towards the young ladies. Adrian listened and finally approached them. "Excuse, I do not mean to intrude... but may I ask what might be troubling Cerridwyn von Heschburg?" Adrian felt as if he was stepping beyond his bounds, eavesdropping and neglectfully intruding on this conversation and then requesting information he should not otherwise be privy to. "Please," he continued in a soft and caring tone, "I was present at the Emperor's ball, and I only want to know how she is doing." |
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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 Dec 9, 2016 19:09:44 GMT -8
"She has been rather morose," said one woman after hesitation.
"I saw her sitting by the lake as if the world sat on her shoulders, but we've been to the different shops since then. You see..." She paused and looked to the Innkeep, who sighed because the whole village cared about the lady and they weren't too happy with their lord at the moment.
He spoke to the group, "Far be it for me to promote gossip, I loathe the stuff... But one hears and sees things they have no power to cease. The lady you speak of is very much respected here, and we take offense when she is hurt by someone. I overheard him yelling at her for being a coward by not returning to court. I also overheard him telling her companion before they even left for court, plotting to ruin the girl's reputation with a Duke, or even a prince so she would be forced to marry. The things noblemen do for power. I realize my tongue wagging could quite possibly get me killed, but Count Raoul is a dangerous man."
"His new wife is a shrew, too," piped up one of the young ladies... "My sister is a chambermaid in the castle, and she told me that the Lady Cerridwyn fled to this village because the new Countess was treating her like nothing but a servant. I wish I could have been there to usher the poor girl away. She's a gentle and kind soul and it isn't right the way she's been treated."
A third young lady came in, looking quite startled. She spoke to the innkeeper, not realizing they were already relaying news of the young miss. "I saw Lady Cerridwyn running toward the forest in distress, her father stalked after her. I sent one of the stale lads after, but she was gone and the Count went back to the stables. It was odd, but I wonder how he got back so fast. I never saw anything so unusual. Someone told me that a man was talking to her and she looked ill, then her father showed up and she yelled and just took off through the village! Come to find out, twas the Archduke! I wonder if the past has finally come to haunt the Count."
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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 Dec 10, 2016 13:55:51 GMT -8
Adrian and Klaus hung around and heard all the bits the smallfolk had to say about Cerridwyn von Heschburg. Adrian could hardly make sense of it, but felt genuinely concerned about Cerri's well-being; all this talk of running, forests, stalking, and Archduke's was most upsetting. He sighed and rubbed his forehead for a moment, closing his eyes to think. "I will go speak with this Count Raoul," he told the ladies. "See what I can find out. If Lady Cerridwyn is in need of any help, be it emotional, physical, or religious, I will lend what aid I can." As he started to leave he told them "thank you, kind ladies, for the information." The Knight-Brother led his squire out of the tavern and snaked their way through Erast to the North Stables. They passed by the other Knight-Brother on watch duty. "Brother Adrian," he nodded in acknowledgement to his superior. "Everything's been alright. Horses are well-fed and watered." "Brother Johann," Adrian replied. "I'm looking for a man named Raoul, Count of this province. The locals say he's around here somewhere." "Aye," Johann nodded and pointed at a nearby individual, "there he is right there." Adrian thanked his Brother and approached who he believed to be Count Raoul. "Excuse me," he approached when the Count did not seem busy. "My name is Adrian von Heschburg, Count of Swavia, and senior officer of the Brother Knights here in Vessia. You must be Count Raoul." (If Adrian is speaking to Raoul): "I met your daughter, Lady Cerridwyn, at the Emperor's ball. A fine woman, she is; the Divine One has blessed you, truly. I have come to Erast to find her, but so far my attempts have been futile. Perhaps you can tell me where she is?" Adrian was wearing his armor and had the look of a great and noble knight who had seen many battles. |
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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 Dec 10, 2016 14:13:54 GMT -8
The man in question had a rather foul look on his face as he was being spoken to. He let Brother Adrian speak and then growled out, "Cerridwyn? Hmph... The chit is in a snit right now." He started working once again, using a quill to cross some things. "You needn't bother yourself with her." He was very angry... "I am sure she'll be very happy sitting pretty wherever she went off to. The Archduke let the stupid girl know the truth about her being the bastard get of his father and my wife. Hmph. Good riddance." He set the list down and glared at the younger man, "Well rid of her. She refused to stay in court after I bid her to find a proper husband. She claims someone tried to poison the whole court! Why, I've never heard such poppycock! I say, I have legal guardianship over the chit still. I'll give you a herd of these horses to take her off my hands... If you can get her out of the Archduke's clutches." He snorted and walked off to do his work, very rude.
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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 Dec 10, 2016 15:18:13 GMT -8
Adrian listened but then sighed. He did not take it well that the father disliked his daughter in such a way, for Adrian held a lot of respect and admiration for the good Lady Cerri, but he stayed his tongue. "Tell you what," he said, not wanting to waste the man's time. "Tell me of this Archduke... where he lives, what he's like... then when I make sure Cerridwyn is okay, I'll be in touch to talk about these horses. I am Count of Swavia, and will be leading the resistance against the barbarians there soon. I could use some good warhorses, and your daughter, Cerridwyn von Heschburg , spoke very well of them." Adrian would wait for the information he requested and then be ready to find the Archduke. |
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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 Dec 10, 2016 15:42:56 GMT -8
"Hah, that man... That whole family..." He snorted as he started checking teeth of the nearest horses. He paused with his action to regard the younger man with another glare, "Trouble. If they aren't seducing wives, they are causing some other problems. Forget about the girl, Count. I don't know if he has her, but if he does, she is surely ruined now." He snorted, and a glimmer of guilt and sorrow could be seen in his eyes.
"And if you are hell bent on finding her and he happens to have her, I would start at his home." He reluctantly gave directions and then went back to work.
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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 Dec 10, 2016 16:32:44 GMT -8
Adrian cast a disgusted look at Raoul when he looked over. "Thank you for the help," he said. "I hope to be speaking to you soon." Adrian bowed as was common before the Count and began to leave. He spoke to Klaus as they continued on back to Brother Johann. " If Cerridwyn von Heschburg ran away, then she probably did so because of her father," he deduced, judging by the words of the women at the tavern and his recent encounter with Raoul. "I would not blame her, Master," Klaus replied. Adrian and Klaus mounted their respective horses and the former instructed Johann to round up the Brother Knights and make for the Archduke's fortress in Augustgrad. {Exit} |
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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 10:32:20 GMT -8
After having torched the Castle of Rouviere the Witch Hunter quietly walked over to the Village of Erast. He was looking for the late Lord's wife, and for some other answers. He waited for someone to approach him; something the villagers best do if they did not want to end up like the castle.
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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.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Jan 12, 2017 9:19:21 GMT -8
The witch hunter would find a shell of a town... Sure, there were a few people, the old and feeble, who chose to stay behind, only because they were not able to withstand the march to Swavia. But they were also prepared to die to show their loyalty to Cerri.
If they were asked any questions, they'd remain silent, staring ahead, no matter the consequences. Most of the buildings had already been burnt to the ground. If the empire wanted this place, they would have to spend their own resources to rebuild, and find their own manpower.
It was the same with the other three villages in the area... It spoke volumes of who the people supported. They were loyal to their new Mistress. As far as the widow of the count, she was gone too, but she was not with the people... She was headed elsewhere.
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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 12, 2017 17:15:20 GMT -8
Helmut was quite surprised to find that all was a ghost town. He would shake the elderly asking them where the wife of Raoul was, but he expected no results. Instead, the Witch Hunter simply set fire to each town leaving no traces of any of their existence, but he would place handcuffs upon each of the elderly. There were still uses for them, be they in darker matters relating to "spare parts," or use as an emotional weapon should he ever find those he was looking for. He had lost the battle, but not the war....
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