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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 13:12:21 GMT -8
If Konan continued wandering along the bayou, following the deeper waters that stood as the river, he would come across a part that was broken and the earth around the water's edge just a little dark from potentially a fire - as well as some unknown remains of a former structure that stood on the water that, obviously, had been lit on fire.
Whatever it had been, it was clearly demolished now after 3 months. It would be several yards further along the bank that one would see the beginnings of another being built - several wooden posts sitting partially out of the water with ropes drawn between a few. A solid plank bridge didn't extend far from the land, or give into anything more than a just a small platform.
The strange thing? An unusually giant bear was flopped out near that tiny excuse of a platform on the water - snoring loudly.
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Konan
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Roleplay posts: 73
Age: 14
Physical Description: Standing at a height of 3 feet 2 inches, Konan does not seem to be a very intimidating fellow. Like many of his race, he is of diminuitive size. Konan is what is called a halfling, an animal-like and child-like race. Halflings are generally between 2 to 4 feet tall, with animal like features, usually mammalian, although some reptilian halflings have been known to exist.
Halflings can look almost completely animal-like, with fur covering their whole body, or they can be almost human like with only some animal like features. Konan is of the latter, with only large furry ears and a tail manifesting itself. His feet also seem to be small paws, which are quick and allow for quick agile movements.
Konan has bleach blonde hair along with similar colored fur on his animal like parts, and dark brown eyes that hold a determined fire almost always. Although like many halflings they also hold a mischievous glint.
Clothes and Equipment: Konan is an adventurer, and therefore travels lightly. He only has one set of clothing which is actually a very lightweight but durable armor. This armor gives him as much protection while offering the greatest freedom of movement. Hidden within this armor are four enchanted daggers that seem to have peculiar markings on them.
He also carries with him an unassuming looking sword, that is about a foot in length. To a normal sized human, the sword would look nothing more than perhaps a long dagger, but to Konan it is a full fledged long sword.
Aside from this he carries a small backpack on his back that has all the essentials for traveling, along with some other unknown things.
Player's online availability : Y'know
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Post by Konan on Mar 23, 2017 18:16:50 GMT -8
Konan would come across what appeared to be the burnt remains of a small forest fire, the terrain in the surrounding area blackened. He would also see that it appeared someone was building among the recently burnt land, perhaps rebuilding? The halfling would approach to investigate cautiously, as there seemed to be a bear slumbering near the beginnings of a new structure being built over the water.
The small halfling's steps were light, so he most likely would be able to approach rather close without waking the bear given his cautiousness. Once close, standing on the shore about ten meters away from the bear he would call out, but not before drawing one of his small peculiar daggers.
"Hello? Anyone with a pet bear around here?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 14:24:49 GMT -8
The massive animal snorted and huffed, prying open one beady eye and then the other. It settled both of them on the halfling, looking rather bored and perhaps a bit annoyed at being woken up. But it grunted and grumbled as a bear would, and rolled over onto it's side - revealing someone lying beneath his heavy fur.
The woman rose to her feet, also looking much like she had been woken. She was quite a sight, completely covered from head to toe in tattoos and adorn in a number of bits and baubles and bones in addition to the intricate head dress upon her head - the only cover for clothing being two hasten strips of cloth, wrapped about her chest and hips respectively to allow some form of human decency... though, it wasn't much.
She squinted down to the new arrival, looking crossed between peeved and curious. "... what are you?" she asks, folding one arm over the other across her stomach.
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Jin
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Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 2, 2017 13:56:36 GMT -8
Having briefly strayed from his travels in order to discern the rumors of some odd being residing within the Bayou, where the old marshes blend with forestry and the like. A man clad in black ventures through the mush-like terrain, barely minding the mud and soft soil that was frequently stepped upon. Strapped along his back was a sword, emanating cold from its person due to the properties that were made with such. Passively sapping at magic that hovered around it, it proved to be quite useful for removing magical traps that tend to crop up in his line of services. Even so, Andres would appear decisively navigate through the confusing backgrounds, following a poorly etched map that he acquired from wayward travelers on the black market. Even so, he finds himself face to face with a burnt down structure, black and ashen along the wooden frames that still managed to remain. He crouches partially, running his hand over the soot as his eyes gently lid. If he had to guess, these flames were quite old, taking the time to rummage through the wreckage. He looked very much like a wayward bandit, outside of his curiously golden eyes, and the confidence that exudes from his person.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 16:31:29 GMT -8
Sadly, there was nothing left of use or value in the wreckage. Most everything had been burned and there were a number of snake skeletons of varying sizes covered in ash and scattered about. The mess was a few months old. And occasionally he might come across serpents well alive and minding their own business.
Further down the river was the start of another building, but from where the young man stood he might see a monstrously huge black bear lumber his way through the trees towards that structure - a halter about his heavy body that was tied to a flat platform that was piled with roughly cut planks of wood. Supplies for building, more than likely. It would cast a bored glance to the man as it waddled along, but didn't seem to pay him much mind.
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Jin
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Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 2, 2017 16:44:37 GMT -8
There's a momentary lapse of a surreal understanding of nature, and trying to discern why a massive bear was moving about and carrying lumber. He draws pause as he comes across a snake or two on occasion, but they don't appear to go out of their way to do much more than stare at him. Coming to a slow rise after a brief investigation, he fails to come up with anything definitive, outside of the fact that the fire was not something made by the creator of this ruined establishment. Bearing down upon the massive bear, his hand snakes toward his blade, gripping it by the hilt as his eyes lid. Even if the bear appeared decisively 'bored' with his presence, he would do well not to lower his guard in unfamiliar territory. Despite this...it was just plain odd to see a typically territorial creature just dismiss a complete outsider. This draws forth a brief spell of hesitation, and his hand eventually falls downward, following the bear without making effort to mask his presence.
"What in the seven circles..." He mutters, assured he had seen everything the world had - until construction bears came into the equation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2017 15:24:32 GMT -8
The bear would easily lead the traveler to the new construct in progress - granted, there was little more than a platform over the water stationed with sturdy posts in the marshy waters with some wall framing standing on top waiting to be finished. When it drew near the location it would huff and shake the massive, furry head and turn to look at Andres as he followed. Strangely enough, it didn't get aggressive or make any motion towards him. If anything, it really did look bored and unfazed by the man being there.
From out of the trees would come another - in this case, a woman. Granted, she would look quite odd to most. The intricate headdress, the variation of small objects woven within her hair, and the amount of tattoos that marked her skin. The only thing keeping her somewhat decent were two woven and torn lengths of cloth wrapped about her chest and her hips, stained in dirt. Her bare feet padded quietly on the soft earth, and she stopped - a chopping ax in one hand, swinging at her side as she walked.
Her gaze, thinning to a leer upon seeing Andres, didn't look very happy to see him. Aggressive? No. But perhaps something about him irked her.
"... who are you, and what do you want?" she huffs, sounding about as irritated as her expression looked.
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Jin
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Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 22, 2017 10:06:28 GMT -8
The young man found himself transfixed by the behavior of this over-sized bear, watching it seem to passively ignore the presence of an intrusive individual. He was half-expecting it to whirl upon him at a moments notice, though a bear has been the least of his problems in the months that have followed thus far. A hand remain wrest along the hilt of his blade, fingers neatly interlocking around the fixture as his eyes sweep about his surroundings. Expelling a breath of air at the rustling of nearby bushes and sticks subtly snapping, he'd lock his gaze with a half-decently dressed woman, with an ax being totted casually. He appears equally suspicious of her as she leers upon him, though the lack of hostility does throw him through a momentary loop. Andres, on the contrary, seems to behave much like a cautious beast, aggression roiling off his form as he slowly strides toward her, wary of his surroundings. Her challenging gaze drew forth both curiosity and causes him to bristle, or perhaps that was merely the undertone of his dormant powers that drew their ire from this potential witch.
"I've heard rumors of a witch living out here, but I've seen nothing but this bear, and yourself. Are you them, perhaps? If so, what happened to that burnt down shack, and what brought you to live out here?" He inquires, not quick to throw accusations, but he seems quite set on the idea that she was the one he was tracking down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 10:35:15 GMT -8
She didn't care for the man approaching, taking a step back as a result but not once taking her attention off of him.
"You and everyone else - it's why I meet few and entertain even less," she scoffs, actually turning her back to him as she moved over to the haul lashed to the animal - beginning to removed the lumber, board by board, and stack them off to the side. Seems she held a bit of muscle in her frame - perhaps due to efforts like this before. "It was a pretty little whore I entertained months back that burned my home to the ground. Wretched cunt," she spits with a venom.
"What brings you out here? Stray travelers that get lost usually end up in the belly of Caiman or gators."
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Jin
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Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 22, 2017 11:02:23 GMT -8
There was some form of surprise that registers upon his features, given how the words that escape from the witches mouth appeared to be all too venomous. He could only imagine that the relationship between her and said shack was the result of the burned down home, his eyes drifting along the swamp infested lands. His hands drift from his weapon as they come to an idle resting positioning, but he was by no means relaxed in his guard. "Women do tend to lead people to ruin, regardless of one's...tastes. Regardless, I came here hoping to see if you had information on some things. Unfortunately, you don't even seem to have a prepared home, let alone anything that could probably help me at this point. He opts to make his way over, aiming to heft up several portions of the lumber and aid her in setting it down. Clearly, he wasn't here to invoke any sort of violence, as she potentially had the answers he sought. And considering her disposition, he wasn't sure whether to even trust her with the information he had in the first place!
Alas, he works on aiding her take the lumber down, as it would be improper for a man to merely watch a woman toil away - at least, that was his mindset as he grunts on occasion, attempting to stack them neatly together as he moves with practiced movements. Manual labor was not something lost on him, at least.
"I see...You certainly don't seem forgiving, at the very least. My name is Andres, will you give me your name, Witch? If you won't take me as a visitor, I will merely offer my service in order to get the answers I want. Why do you try remaking your shack out here, though? You could go anywhere now that it's ruined."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 12:04:48 GMT -8
The bayou witch stops when the man comes near and proceeds to assist in her work, watching him with nothing short of skepticism. But after a minute or so, she resumes and opts to work with him to continue unloading the platform.
Forgiving? A "hmm" would easily be heard in response as he continued to speak. She continues hauling planks over, stopping when the task was finally complete to answer him - weight shifted to one foot with an arm resting atop the neat pile and leaning against it.
"I rather be out here away from anything that has a mind outside the primitive. People act more cruel and vicious than half the animals out here on the river," she scoffs, still watching the man with a hard stare. "I have no desire to build anywhere but here - the one trip I made out to so called 'civilization' ended up with nothing but a wasted walk. Grand city... hmph. Nothing grand about it.
"And, my name is Serafine. What do you think you're going to get or find of a 'witch', boy?"
The hard tone of the woman brought the bear's head up a little, only to flop it down so the man stayed within it's bored sights - letting out nothing more than a grumble and a huff.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Apr 22, 2017 12:23:10 GMT -8
Andres exhales lowly as the work was done in a proper span of time, wiping at his forehead as he turns to face the woman shortly after. The nettling commentary of being called 'boy' clearly irks him, as his face shifts into an unhappy frown. He opts to rest along one of the stumps that were the remnants of a grand tree, extending his legs out as he works on massaging his arms. Warily gaze at the lax bear, his attention eventually shifts to the rag-worn witch, who apparently doesn't seem to mind dressing in that fashion. He would have presumed she could conjure up some new threading, but alas, that was his ignorance of the world in a sense.
"Well, for one, I was wondering if you had any information on something called the "Black Beast". It tends to infect certain humans with a curse, that gives them more bestial qualities to them, and taints their bloodline. It makes it all too difficult for anyone who suffers from it to ever find a 'happy' sort of ending, because they wind up killing people if they let the hunger that infests them go unfulfilled. Considering most of your books and the like are ash now, however, I'm rather skeptical on what a witch can offer me, at this point." He retorts, unable to hide the accusatory undertones of 'witch' in his voice, as she had similarly used 'boy'.
A sore spot for his inexperienced person, perhaps.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 22:04:59 GMT -8
Being called a witch really didn't seem to bother her all too much - she proclaimed it on the odd occasion. Granted it became the starting point that cost her her home.
"I'll make this simple for you - that's not a magic I'm familiar with. And I can't say that creature name has come across my books when I had them, nor my ears. After all, very little comes this way for me to hear after so many years of being out on the river."
A thin, wry grin tugs at the corners of her lips - as if slightly amused but not by much. "And don't take offense to what I call you, dear."
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