Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 8, 2018 19:26:52 GMT -8
"You say that, but what I'd like to know is why you're not!" deflected Khepri, landing right in front of Roxanne with a huff. "I've never met such a prude! You act like I'm poison, Roxy. Shriveling away every time I come close! I need that attention, you know. You force me to seek it elsewhere."
Pouting once more, the Bird of Paradise landed her hands on her hips and turned away from Roxy with a stomp of her talon.
A good thing, too. Now concentrating on the way they'd come from, she could spot something in the distance. Her fury was instantly forgotten. "Roxy," said Khepri, hovering not two inches above the bodyguard. "Remember when I said we weren't being followed?" She gave the woman a nervous smile. "Hahaha, well, I was wroooong. Silly me, right?" She backed away from the woman, tapping her shoulders reassuringly. "But don't worry, I have a plan! Hide down here in the flowers. I'm going to lay a spell on him. If it doesn't work, jump out and stab him, alright? Thanks."
Khepri floated just above the lavender field, feeling the flower tips ticking her calves. She raised her arms, murmuring a spell silently as she gathered sunlight around her, giving the woman a faint, heavenly glow. As the man on the horse came closer, she sucked air between her teeth, then slowly, softly, she began to sing.
It started faint, something Rudiger would barely be able to hear, and grew in intensity over time. It was there to take his attention, but the spell woven within it was there to ease him and let his guard down as he looked at her. The Bird of Paradise certainly was a sight to behold, a voluptuous temptress with a black curtain of hair tumbling down her smooth, chestnut skin that glinted with golden feathers. Her features were fine, lips shining an plump after she'd swept her tongue across it. Oh, yes, Khepri pulled out many of her cards in that moment, trying to charm the man enough to allow Roxanne to do something useful.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 8, 2018 19:48:10 GMT -8
Bob's hooves threw large chunks of turf into the air behind him, ripping up the trail they were following through the lavender. The easy lope had transitioned to a full gallop, as the bird woman appeared as a speck on the horizon. Seeing the creature, Rudiger hung low over Bob's neck, creating as a low profile as possible, in case one of them was armed with a bow or crossbow.
The spell weaved its way through the steel of the helmet, and past the padded coif, though it was greatly muffled by both. Still, it seemed to slow him, he found himself sitting up in the saddle, and slowing Bob's pace. It seemed he was transported to a summer's meadow, very similar to this one, but more joyful. He couldn't help but look at the glorious sight of the woman level with him, her natural beauty only being enhanced by the spell.
Wake up man! This isn't your first fight! rang forth the small corner of his brain still in his own control. Shaking his head, he realized he was falling under the sway of the creature. The small corner fought back the intrusion of her magic, and struggled to keep it at bay. Rudiger spurred Bob back to his charge, and leaned forward again in the saddle, drawing out his hand and a half sword as he came on. He would need to find a way to immobilize the bird woman, and he could think of no better way than trimming her wings if she came too low.
Where's the Second Woman? his mind belatedly asked, not realizing he had missed her before. It was too late to slow and search, he needed to press forth with the built up speed and velocity of man, horse, and steel.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 8, 2018 20:18:37 GMT -8
( Rudiger Dornmauer ) ( Khepri ) ( Roxanne Fletcher) The Wayward scout strolled through the seemingly endless field of purple flowers. He had not mapped this portion of the countryside yet, not that he really had any need to but he felt compelled to fulfill his oath to the now forgotten kingdom... " A Man only has his word... And owes it to himself to keep it clean." An aging man's voice tickled the edge of his mind. Maybe he was doing this for other reason than himself... He was traveling light, with a small pack and his normal gear, namely a well-crafted maple and oak recurved bow, which sat along with his quiver inside its case on his back, tied to the small brown and green stained pack. A short blade not much longer than a dagger was on his left side, on the off chance he ran into something he didn't see coming--- Which seemed all the more often thanks to fates sense of humor. He adjusted the eye patch covering his right eye to keep it from digging into his high cheekbone... Quietly a tune escaped his lips before he realized he was actually humming along with someone else' song? The thundering of hooves rose the hair on the back of his neck like frost. Who else was out in the middle of nowhere? Lowering himself, the scout pulled the bow case from his back to avoid having it stick above the hill as he crept forward, thankfully there was enough green in this sea of purple that his cloak would hide him well enough from a distance if no one actively searched for him---- You're being paranoid Regal---- Cautious... Nothing wrong with a little caution... Like a spider, he crept low so that just the top of his head, and eyes stuck above the ever-swaying flowers. He caught his breath seeing the--- Woman? At least she seemed a woman, save for the fine feathers... He looked down at his knee before his eye could really take in her appearance--- they darted upwards though finding the thundering hooves flinging turf as a rider bore down on the floating woman. A bandit?! Regal undid the straps of his bow case and strung his weapon while kneeling.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 8, 2018 20:45:37 GMT -8
Someone was coming? Roxanne sighed, but stayed hidden in the flowers. Khepri could go handle this herself. Perhaps it would do her some good to get slapped around a little bit. However, as she laid on the ground, she heard Khepri begin to sing. Had she ever heard Khepri singing before? She didn't think so. The sound was awfully alluring...it made her want to forgive her for everything she'd done. More than that, in fact. She sat up, staring at the flying woman with a newfound awe. How did she do that? How was it that she moved so gracefully through the air? She got slowly to her feet, barely noticing the man bearing down on the two of them on a horse. Khepri was facing away from her, towards the man on the horse, but Roxanne didn't mind the view at all. In her exhausted state, she could barely tell that she was under some sort of spell, much less resist it. As she shuffled slowly towards Khepri, she suddenly realized how heavy and restrictive her armor seemed all of a sudden. Perhaps it would be best to do without...
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 9, 2018 15:29:12 GMT -8
Khepri could see the spell take hold of the rider's mind, saw the wonder flash in his eyes. A smile curved over her lips... which quickly vanished upon observing the rider's renewed concentration. She grit her teeth, chin sinking towards her chest is a glower. Oh, but he was distracted for a second! Where in the world was Roxanne?
Taking a glance over her shoulder, Khepri saw exactly what she didn't want to see. Her eyes shot open, all the whites stretched over her pupils. "Roxanne!" she screamed, breaking the song's spell. When the sorceress looked back at the rider, he was much, much too close for comfort... and riding in a straight line that would trample her bodyguard. There was no time for thinking now, just action.
The Bird of Paradise surged forward, leaning toward the man's unarmed shoulder, trying to both disorient him and grab the reins to lead it away from Roxanne.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 9, 2018 15:38:02 GMT -8
Well, that solves that issue thought Rudiger as the second woman got off the ground, and started walking to the bird woman. He didn't have time to figure out what she was doing, or if she was armed, as the bird woman started flying towards him. He raised his shield to help cover any gaps in his armor, and held his hand-and-half sword outstretched ahead of him, the sharpened steel only shaking slightly with the movement of the horse. From this guard, he could either do a quick slash at the wings or talons of the bird woman, or let the weight of the charge push the sharp steel forward with ease. What he needed now was flexibility of actions, and this was the best towards that end.
The bird woman was quicker than anticipated, and she flew under his futile strike, and towards his shield. Right before the bird woman crashed into his shield, Rudiger reflexively braced his legs out in front of the saddle. This pushed his back firmly against the cantle, to prevent any injuries from the sudden collision. As the bird woman collided with his shield, the force of the impact was distributed between his body and Bob's. Rudiger growled from the impact, as the force rippled through the shield, up his arm, and into his shoulder. Bob found himself momentarily slowed from the opposite force, but his training showed, and he pushed through the impact. He felt the bird woman reach for the reins, and he brought his sword back, and attempted to bash her hands free with the pommel of his sword.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 9, 2018 16:30:25 GMT -8
( Rudiger Dornmauer ) ( Khepri ) ( Roxanne Fletcher) Regal smoothly knocked and drew his weapon as skilled as any knight drew their blade or sculptor worked a chisel, Drawing and firing in one fluid motion. --The shaft had not left Regal's bowstring before he understood exactly where it would fly--slightly low-- He watched in his mind's eye as the arrow fell upon the man's kite shield cover his side-- maybe it would be enough to avert his path--- He watched as the bird woman raced at the bandit, she would clash with his shield which moved forward to meet her--- The feather poms on the string let out a soft "poff" as they came to a standstill--- The broad head raced for its target.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 9, 2018 18:22:48 GMT -8
Khepri's shout roused Roxanne from her stupor, and she suddenly found herself standing up in the field with a man on horseback bearing down on her. What had happened? Hadn't she been lying on the ground hating her life just a moment ago? Suddenly realizing the predicament she was in, she dove out of the way just as Khepri collided with the horseman. Well, look at that. Khepri actually did something helpful for once! Pulling her sword from the sheath, she stepped back, looking around for the rest of the mob that had undoubtedly followed the man. Where were they? All of a sudden, she heard the whistle of an arrow and dove to the ground, lying flat in the deep lavender flowers. So, the villagers had decided to get an archer to shoot them! Had they really caused that much destruction that they'd employed mercenaries?
...Yes, in fact they had. Still, it was all Khepri's fault. Absolutely. One hundred percent.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 9, 2018 19:07:09 GMT -8
The swordsman was successful in bashing her hand away from the reigns. She yipped, holding her wrist. "You... bastard!" she spat, tears forming at the sides of her eyes. She placed one talon against the shield and attempted to push off, soaring through the air again. She hadn't even seen the arrow, not heard it at all, she was just worried for one person.
"Roxy!" she cried. Had the horse and its rider crushed her poor bodyguard already?
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 9, 2018 19:19:37 GMT -8
Rudiger felt the impact of the metal pommel on skin and bone, and gave an unseen grim smile as she recoiled in pain. Good, that means I might have a chance, if it feels. He answered in kind as the bird woman swore at him, "Harpy!" he shouted, though the billowed metal visor muffled the insult.
Rudiger didn't hear the arrow, but he damn sure felt it. His shield had been held forward, keeping the bird woman at bay, and his side exposed. As she pushed off, the arrow struck his exposed flank, bouncing painfully off the steel plate. It left little more than a scratch on the metal, but the punch of it knocked the air out of Rudiger's diaphragm. He didn't expect there to be another foe out here. Fuck, remind me to swear out the peasants who apparently can't count he thought as he turned Bob off of the course of the woman on the ground. She still appeared to be in a daze, and he needed to take care of this archer first.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 9, 2018 19:43:38 GMT -8
The thud of an impact was bittersweet, while it seemed it had gotten the bandits attention it seemed to have done just that all too well. Regal did not draw another arrow from the quiver still inside the bow case, instead, he snatched the case up and slithered down the back side of the small hill he had taken his shot from. With any luck the combination of his cloaks coloring and low position wouldn't reveal where the arrow had come front too quickly. But Regal was no fool, there would be some trail, fresh at that. He needed to move, and quickly, a hundred paces were not as much a distance for a rider as it was an archer... let alone a half blind one. Moving crouched but with urgency, his head barely above the sea of flowers the bowman moved around towards the direction the rider had come from. He would not stand a chance fighting the horsemen on his terms, Regal had to fight him on terms that favored him... that meant getting the man off the horse. All Regal could hear were the thundering hoves ... or was it his heart? He knocked another arrow the second of twelve. Taking deep breaths as he moved... Don't fire unless you must....
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 9, 2018 20:10:43 GMT -8
At the sound of the arrow hitting the knight, Roxanne looked up. Had the bungling archer shot his own man? Yes indeed, it seemed that he had. She chuckled, then looked around for where the arrow could have come from. She didn't see anyone...but was that a movement in the lavender some ways off? No, it had to have been her imagination...hearing Khepri call out for her snapped her out of her reverie, and she realized that she probably ought to do her job. Standing up, she pulled her sword from her sheath and rushed at the man on the horse, realizing that she was severely underequipped for this sort of thing. If only she had a spear, or something longer than her sword...but the sword was all that she had, and she swung at the man's leg on his shield side, hoping to get her blade underneath the shield. Hopefully the archer wouldn't correct his aim and hit her this time.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 10, 2018 17:20:18 GMT -8
Once Khepri spotted Roxanne still in one piece, she breathed a sigh of relief. Still, they weren't out of this situation yet, and the mercenary was coming around for another attack. Khepri was just about fed up with it.
After Roxanne slashed at the man atop the horse, Khepri rounded to the man's other side, making sure he looked her in the eyes for a good, long moment before she swooped ahead of him, right in front of his horse. Her wings outstretched, blocking the animals view so it would only concentrate on her. She took the creatures head in her hands and sang, as she did before, but this time the song was slightly different, the effects altered for a different purpose. Sleepiness washed over those in the field, though it wasn't impossible to fight. For a horse, however, thoughts of staying awake probably weren't a priority.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 10, 2018 18:05:17 GMT -8
Rudiger had been busy with hunting down the archer that was taking pot shots at him, when he was surprised by the second woman. He had thought her still in a daze, so when she came up on his blind side, he didn't know she was there until her sword struck his leg. He turned his head to face the woman, and was about to bring down his sword to strike, when the bird woman came flying up to him. He wondered what the hell she was doing, when she swooped in front of Bob.
Bob usually was a stout boy, a good horse. But it seemed to be an off day for the both of them, and he slowly came to a stop. Then he rolled to his side, snoring as he came.
Rudiger attempted to throw himself from getting pinned underneath the sleeping horse, but his foot got stuck, and he was trapped under the impressive weight of the creature. His helmet and sword went flying when he made contact with the ground, causing him to hit his head. His vision swam, and he couldn't quite hear for a few seconds. Stupid damn horse, he thought through the pain. He attempted to move his right leg from underneath Bob, but it proved futile.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 10, 2018 18:24:23 GMT -8
Hearing music over the shallow hill once more Regal ventured a cautious peek above the ever-swirling sea of lavender. His eyes felt heavy... perhaps it was the lavender, he had heard it soothed one, but in the midst of combat? Odd.
The Rider had been toppled it seemed, he saw another woman with a sword and the bird woman gathered near the horse. Had they slain the poor thing? If so by what means? Regal hadn't heard a scream, or anything that suggested pain---- perhaps these ladies did not need as much assistance as he had assumed...
The wandering scout eased into a sort of high crouch, scanning the direction had charged from in case there were others hiding in the brush much like himself. At a glance, he did not see anyone... well half a glance... Nor did an arrow strike him as he stood a little taller than the weeds, his shoulders and head emerging above the lavender like a town on the horizon. The Archer turned after a moment, and raised his right hand, lowering the bow in his left to wave at the two ladies.
A distant part of him wondered how hard he was to see from this distance with his splotched cloak and all... Then a second thought came... what did HE look like? Surely not as bad as he had meeting Sasha... Maybe it would be better if he did though...
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 10, 2018 21:55:27 GMT -8
Roxanne jumped back as the horse fell on its rider, pinning his leg. She laughed at his blunder, and immediately ran up to aim a sharp kick to the back of his head. Whether or not it hit, however, she immediately fell to the ground, shouting at Khepri.
"Khepri, lie down on the ground like me! There's someone shooting at us, hide in the lavender or you'll get skewered. Come on, before he hits you!"
Reaching over to the man on the ground, she threw her arm across his throat, trying to put him in a tight choke hold while he was still dazed from the fall. Perhaps if she took him hostage, she'd be able to get out of here without being shot. Use him as a sort of human shield, perhaps. Although...it seemed that she didn't have much to fear from the incompetent archer. He'd shot his own man, after all!
"By the way, Khepri...have you always been able to do that? The singing to put people to sleep? Also, were you singing before? I must have dozed off or something, but I sort of remember you singing..."
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 11, 2018 12:18:43 GMT -8
Rudiger felt the kick entirely unnecessary, as he was clearly not going anyone, considering the placement of the now firmly asleep Bob. But it still did its job, and made it even harder for him to think. He wasn't able to resist as she placed him a choke hold, and wasn't really able to make out any of the words she was saying. The tones simply reverberated off his skull, and echoed back. He muttered out, "I think I have a concussion."
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 11, 2018 15:42:09 GMT -8
Khepri planted herself onto the ground softly in front of Roxanne, wings curled tightly onto her back. She gazed at Roxy with a frown when Roxy asked about the song.
"I'm going to slap you when I come back, then we're going to have a discussion about your sexuality. Keep eye on the merc and plug your ears."
Without further warning, Khepri shot up into the air, soaring upward in a straight line until she could see most of the field around her. She swooped downward and to the side, trying to confuse the archer's aim as she searched for him. That didn't last long, as he was standing in the field waving at her.
Raising a brow, Khepri pursed her lips, sending a high whistle into the air, the noise floating around everyone in the field like a cup of ale. She advanced toward him, soon coming to circle the man carefully.
The whistle faded, but the effect lingered as she spoke. "Who... are you?"
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 11, 2018 17:42:00 GMT -8
Regal watched in awe as the woman took flight, he'd never seen a person do anything like that. A pleasnt feeling washed over him and he answered the woman. " I am Called Regal." He took an awkward bow. " Scout of Medan-- or rather what Medan was. " He said with a shrug. "Are you and your companion well? Does the bandit still draw breath?" The bowmen asked looking over to where the rider had fallen. " What of his steed? It would be a shame to kill such a fine creature." He said with more concern.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 11, 2018 18:29:49 GMT -8
Roxanne frowned at Khepri's comment, but the bird-woman flew off before she had a chance to retort. What was that supposed to mean, anyways? Why should Khepri slap her? Roxanne should be the one delivering a slap! After all, whose fault was it that they were in this whole situation anyways? And the bit about her sexuality...well, that was likely just more of Khepri's teasing. She did love to tease. In fact, Roxanne wasn't sure that Khepri did anything but tease her when they were on the road. Confused and somewhat annoyed, she turned her attention to the man she was currently choking. She loosened her grip a bit, just enough to let him speak.
"How much did the villagers pay you two, huh? Guess they couldn't afford a proper archer who could actually hit his targets. Lucky me, I guess. Now, you listen close. You shout for your man to stop shooting at us, and I don't kick you again. How does that sound, hmm?"
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