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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 12, 2017 13:51:42 GMT -8
 The Spoiled MarshesSix years ago, a lush and inviting forest stood here. Now, though, the Spoiled Marshes are nothing more than a disgusting pit of rot and mud. Nobody knows what caused the sudden decay, although there are some convincing theories. Some say that there was a forest spirit who died or became corrupted, while others believe that witches moved in. Yet others point fingers at the children who used to run through the woods, or the parents who would allow them to do so. The rich blame the poor, and vice versa. There are even those who believe that it's the fault of the frogs, although they receive little attention. No matter who did it, though, the fact remains that what was once a forest is now a treacherous bog. |
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 5, 2017 14:33:06 GMT -8
Evil Monsters and Hordes The Book of Monsters in hand, Grandma peered at one of the pages as she approached the Spoiled Marshes. According to the book, one of the monsters was currently making its home within this desolate environment. Although the reasons for living in such a place seemed questionable, she did suppose the harsh environment would keep away unwanted visitors for the most part. The donkey she rode was wheezing painfully, clearly exhausted from the traveling they had done. Deciding it would be easier to continue forward on foot, Grandma dismounted the animal and continued into the marshes on foot. No one was around and therefore Grandma had no reason to keep up appearances. Darting forward, the elderly woman took off at a brisk run, nimbly avoiding the various hazards on the ground. Cane attached to a holster of sorts on her robe, Grandma held the book of monsters in one hand, using it to determine what direction she should be going.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 5, 2017 17:42:00 GMT -8
Creature in Use:
Name: Mehran
Appearance: Approximately 60 feet tall from head to the ground when standing and 110 feet long not including its tail. Mehran’s appearance vaguely resembles that of a wolf but there are notable differences. It has a 100 foot long tail that resembles a tentacle, tipped with a barb at the end. A number of shorter 50 foot tentacles extend from the creature's head and neck, similar in appearance to its tail but smaller. Each paw has four claws that can extend out. The eyes of the creatures are yellow in color and its fur is a smoky gray color.
Mehran was nearby, and it hungered. The marshes provided plentiful food, or they had until he had eaten everything save for the frogs, their croaking disgusted him. His footsteps thundered throughout the marshes, sending shockwaves rippling throughout the pools in the marsh. It took no initial notice of Grandma as she made her way quickly through the marsh, for it sought its next meal...
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 6, 2017 8:01:00 GMT -8
Evil Monsters and Hordes The first sign that Grandma noticed of Mehran was the thunderous footsteps of the beast. Slowing down from her run, Grandma came to a stop beside a nearby tree. Looking at both the book and where it sounded like the footsteps originated from, it wasn’t very difficult to tell where the monster currently was. She was unsure what to expect from it just yet but didn’t plan on allowing herself to be caught off guard. Without much warning, a pair of feathery white wings burst forth from Grandma’s back, almost looking like those of an angel. The cloak she was wearing hadn’t ripped either, most likely it had been enchanted with Grandma’s capabilities in mind. Checking both hands to make sure all her rings were in place, Grandma continued forward towards the beast, now gathering in mana as she drew closer to Mehran. She wanted to get within direct line of sight of the creature without it noticing her. Whether this was feasible or not was another story.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 7, 2017 13:24:31 GMT -8
Mehran took little notice of Grandma until she got closer, taking her for some sort of bird until he felt the gathered mana approaching. With a snarl he turned to face her, roaring out a challenge at the rapidly approaching being. A tree was ripped from the ground and thrown right at her, its aim uncannily accurate.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 8, 2017 8:36:40 GMT -8
Evil Monsters and Hordes Grandma hadn’t expected the creature to throw a tree at her. She wouldn’t be able to avoid it by moving left or right. That left one option left to her, going straight up. Taking off from the ground with a leap, Grandma strained her wings as much as she could. The tree was narrowly avoided, one of its branches only being several feet away from hitting her. Flying at a slight upwards angle, Grandma decided she would do her best to circle the creature at this distance. If it could throw trees at this distance with such accuracy every time, that would be a bit problematic, but it was certainly better than entering into close range. She continued gathering mana, still refraining from casting a spell at the creature. Ideally, she would manage to evade it until she had sufficient mana for a spell that would bind the creature once and for all. However, judging by the look of the beast, Grandma suspected her hand would be forced before she could reach that point.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 10, 2017 15:41:14 GMT -8
Mehran roared its defiance and charged at Grandma, striking at her with several of the enormous tentacles that sprouted from its back. They would seek to strike from all directions, so as to make dodging them an incredibly difficult task. It had been spoiling for a fight for a long time, and now that it had one, it seemed almost happy.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 11, 2017 13:29:58 GMT -8
Evil Monsters and Hordes Grandma saw what the beast was planning to do, but there wasn’t any good way to avoid all the tendrils. Using her wings to propel her forward and to the side, Grandma managed to avoid two of the tendrils, but the others caught her, slamming down onto her from above. Her ring would have to do. The old woman was sent hurtling towards the ground, a cloud of dust and dirt appearing as her ring's spherical shield met with the ground. Both the shield around her and the ring she wore shattered, the impact too great for the ring. Still, it had done its job, for although the hit had jarred Grandma’s body, it had prevented bones from being broken. Climbing slowly to her feet, using her cane to help her up, Grandma pointed one finger at the beast, causing a surge of mana to pass through her body. Above the creature, a portal opened, five white chains shooting out and attempting to wrap themselves around the creature's legs and neck. The chains were sized appropriately for the creature and glowed faintly, the mana that pulsed through them clearly indicating that they were warded. She didn’t know if this spell was strong enough to actually restrain the creature, but she just needed to slow it down a bit.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 18, 2017 9:18:45 GMT -8
The chains whipped out, catching the creature by the neck, as two of its tendrils managed to stop the ones going for its legs, but only just barely. It roared as it was caught, frustrated that its prey had survived the first hit and then retaliated so effectively. The tendrils that stopped the chains going for the legs were wrapped around them as they had a tug of war of sorts. Mehran struggled to move forward, only managing a single step as it strained the chain restraining him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 18, 2017 16:00:26 GMT -8
Evil Monsters and HordesThe beast was certainly strong physically, it had managed to block four of the five chains, not an easy thing to do. She needed to gather more magic and pouring additional mana into the chains to simply reinforce them wouldn’t further her goal. The four chains Mehran had blocked suddenly went limp, the magic flowing into them cut off while the chain wrapped around its neck remained unaffected. This would cause the chain around the creature’s neck to remain filled with magic for longer, but Grandma didn’t expect it to actually hold for anything longer than a few seconds. Even with the wards on it, the chain around the beast’s neck was visibly beginning to reach its limit. Releasing a burst of mana, a set of ethereal symbols began slowly appearing in the air above Mehran, scrawled as if by the hand of an invisible giant. If she could manage to survive its next few onslaughts the beast would be hers, but that was easier said than done.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jun 20, 2017 14:45:43 GMT -8
With a mighty roar that would deafen weaker mortals, the creature lunged forward, snapping the chain at its neck. It did not recognize the magic being used above it, save that it was bad, and rather unsporting of the small thing before it. Mehran's charge continued forward, gaining momentum as the tentacles struck, followed by a swing from one of the trees scattered about.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jun 21, 2017 14:26:37 GMT -8
Grandma prepared herself as the creature charged towards her. Using magic to block or avoid this attack would also be inefficient, as she needed to put all of her power into the spell that would finish this fight once and for all. Black tinted tendrils of her own extended from Grandma’s arms and back, her wings receding back into her shoulder blades until they were no more. She had doubts about this form being able to tangle with the beast's tentacles and surviving, but she simply needed to distract it for a bit longer.
Running forward, Grandma shot out her tendrils to attach to the ground, using them to pull her forward, propelling her towards the creature. She needed to get close enough to attach to its fur. Once she was on the creature, it might have a bit more difficult of a time directly striking at her. Unfortunately, despite the speed at which she was moving, avoiding all the tendrils proved impossible. A single tendril she hadn’t noticed caught her right leg, shattering most of the bones in it with a sickening crunch and leaving a dark stain of blood on her robe.
Letting out a ragged gasp, Grandma sent her tendrils out as far as they would go. At their maximum length, they were just long enough to grab onto the fur on Mehran’s lower chest. As soon as the tendrils made contact, Grandma was violently jerked towards her destination, hoping to avoid any flailing tentacles on the way simply based on the speed at which she was traveling at. Despite all the physical damage Grandma had taken, the ethereal runes floating in the sky continued to materialize at the same rate as before. Her vision was blurring slightly and everything felt slightly off, it was clear to her this body wouldn’t last much longer.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jul 3, 2017 10:45:48 GMT -8
The beast roared in triumph as Grandma's leg shattered beneath its tendril, only for the roar to shift to one of frustration as she latched onto his chest. Smaller tendrils snaked through his fur, each seeking to grab the small, frustrating being and fling her to the ground. Its fur was incredibly coarse, but easy to grab and hold onto, it almost seemed like it was easier to attach then leave, and several small woodland creatures, in various states of consciousness and decay, appeared to be stuck to it.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jul 10, 2017 17:14:30 GMT -8
The final ethereal rune took shape, floating high in the sky above them. Grandma wore a satisfied smile as the ritual completed, clearly quite pleased with the situation despite the state her body was in, right leg still dangling uselessly as she clung to the beast’s fur. She made no move to avoid the smaller tendrils moving towards her, the beast would be hers soon and if it was fast enough to finish off her body before that, then so be it.
An appropriately massive dome of amber colored energy began forming in the air, perhaps five hundred feet in diameter, it was large enough to comfortably surround Mehran who was at the dome's center. The creature would feel a great weight placed upon its body, making things even as simple as moving difficult. A wave of mental lethargy was pushed against the creature's mind, begging it to stop exerting so much energy and simply rest.
Simultaneously to the physical and mental attack, a large silver collar floated in the air several hundred feet above Mehran’s neck. It was currently open and floating downwards, clearly with the intent of closing as soon as it surrounded its target’s neck. Grandma simply had to hope the rituals mental and physical suppression of the creature would keep it in one place long enough to collar it. Once the collar was closed around its neck, it would be hers to summon and command, but until the result of the fight was certain, she would continue drawing upon her internal stores of magic.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Jul 22, 2017 9:00:19 GMT -8
The creature took no notice of the dome or the collar, its actions growing slower by the second, the tendrils too slow to reach Grandma before the spell completes. Mehran begins to sway back and forth, before plummeting to the ground as the collar catches it on the neck.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 18, 2017 9:38:21 GMT -8
Letting out a slight sigh of relief as the collar closed around the beast neck, Grandma let go of her grip on the creature’s fur. Instead of falling, the old woman floated back, her arms and legs hanging limply in the air. Looking the creature up and down one more time, Grandma turned away from it, flying away from it and back into the woods.
It wouldn’t take long for the creature to realize parts of its body were beginning to vanish, becoming a golden colored energy that dissolved into the air. The collar around its neck also was disappearing with it. This process didn’t cause any physical pain to the beast, but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience. Within a few moments, the environmental damage was the only thing left to signify that a fight had taken place, all traces of Mehran gone.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Aug 20, 2017 18:21:34 GMT -8
The beast disappeared with a roar, though it came out as more of a whimper as his throat disappeared. With that, he was gone, and Grandma his new Master.
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 10, 2017 17:13:44 GMT -8
Fenrir sloshed his way through the bog, cringing with every step. This stink would take forever to get out of his fur, and he wasn't going to dare to clean it the normal, civilized way. No, he would need to take a bath...like some kind of...eugh, human. The very thought made him shudder, but he trudged on. Supposedly, there was something near the center of the bog worth slogging through it for, but with every step he was wondering if it would be worth it. The putrescent bog seeped into every part of his armor, causing it to creak. The magic inside it would keep the metal from corroding because of it, but the sound was grating. "Absolutely disgusting." He muttered to himself. (OOC: Asheryn Volknir) |
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Asheryn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 13 
Age: 15
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Tall for her age at 5'9". Her ever pale and blemish free skin barely hides her well toned muscles. Her long crimson hair mimics the shade of her eyes. An angular, almost elvish face makes her seem more beautiful and aged than she is.
Her left arm is coated with a pattern of tattoos, each part inspired by a different place she had visited.
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Clothes and Equipment: https://i.imgur.com/K6FN6j4.jpg
The above image shows the majority of her equipment well.
A myriad of clothing from different regions that is a bit revealing, and pants that are few sizes too large.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Sept 5, 2017 20:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Asheryn Volknir on Sept 14, 2017 9:33:57 GMT -8
Above the cursing creature another visitor to the bog was cleverly moving through the trees. She was swiftly moving branch to decayed branch avoiding the much below. It was a risky game, running trough decaying trees. Eventually a branch would break, her footing would slip, or she would simply run out of branches to moves through. It was the first threat that got her.
A loud cracking snap could be heard. The sound echoing though the bog like thunder followed by a yell. Asheryn fell from the sky, a large branch parallel to her, shouting out the whole way. The noise was silenced when Asher and the branch hit the shallow water, right beside Fenrir. Water splashed over the wolf-man.
Nearby a large bird of prey landed on a tree limb and watched and waited.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 15, 2017 15:13:03 GMT -8
Fenrir's sword came out in a flash as he angrily rounded upon whatever had splashed the putrid water all over his no longer pristine fur. The warmth in the air began to vanish as runes on both his arm and sword lit up a bright blue.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" He roared at whatever was splashing in the water.
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