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 18:37:31 GMT -8
It took a few seconds for Rudiger to hear what the woman said, as the ringing in his ears was distorting her voice, making it sound like everything was underwater. Like he muttered earlier, he was pretty sure he had a concussion, his leg was going numb from the definitely snoring Bob, and this whole interrogating him wasn't helping. He definitely had better days.
When he was finally able to figure out what she said, it only left him more perplexed, and he muttered out, "The villagers sent out only me, and they didn't even pay. I don't know who that other asshole is, and he sure isn't my man. He shot me in the side for God's sake!"
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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 18:56:40 GMT -8
"Regal," Khepri mouthed silently, "Scout of Medan..."
She smiled, though she kept the spell intact and a wary eye on the man. "Well met. I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise. The horse has fallen, but only to snooze atop his master, who my guard has trapped. Follow me, perhaps you can help us."
The woman flew backward, facing the scout, toward Roxanne and the mercenary. She never took her eyes off of Regal. "Roxy, I don't think this man is our enemy." She tilted her head at him, grinning. "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 19:56:46 GMT -8
The archer tilted his head slightly regarding the woman who floated away from him, shook his head no with a frown. "Asleep? huh... and No, I'm not some low life who prays on women or men for that matter. " He explained.
Regal followed with an easy pace keeping his weapon down at his side, he couldn't help but scan the sea of flowers before him, but his eyes alway seemed to float upwards to look with Khepri's for a moment... A corner of his mind cautioned him... She didn't trust him, people did strange things to folks they didn't trust.
" I don't think i've ever met a bird of paradise. Where is that? " he said in a curious tone, studying her face for a moment... She was rather lovely to be sure. Feathers woven in her raven hair that framed her face so nicely.
" Pardon," he said sheepishly averting his eyes. " Forgot my manners in the woods it seems.."
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 11, 2018 20:03:19 GMT -8
Mordred walks through the fields, taking deep breaths as he surveyed the world around him. A twisted black blade was in his hand, which he idly let hang down to the side. Whatever touched the blade withered and died, be it plant,insect, or small rodent. Six other blades were tethered to his back, each one with uniquely made, yet all of them pulsating with dark magic. Seeing the chaotic flurry of people, he grinned and licked his lips.
"Hello there, what's this? My day just got more... satisfying."
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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 20:04:01 GMT -8
Khepri's eyes widened in amusement. "Oh, please don't."
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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 20:10:43 GMT -8
Roxanne paused, confused. She stared at the man on the ground, then peeked up over the sleeping horse at Khepri, who seemed to be talking to the archer. He hadn't shot her yet. Was this man telling the truth? She loosened her grip slightly, then remembered that even if the other man wasn't with him, he'd admitted that the villagers hired him to bring them in. She tightened her grip again, although she still left him enough room to breathe and speak.
"Well, I don't think you'll be bringing anyone in today. I'm not in a good mood today, so consider yourself lucky that I'm not breaking your kneecaps to make sure you don't come after us. If you try to follow us after we leave, though, it'll be worst for you. Got that?"
Looking up over the horse again, she spotted a spooky-looking newcomer wandering across the field and ducked back down, turning to Rudiger.
"Who's this new guy," she hissed. "Are you sure you're the only one they sent? Don't you lie to me, I don't much like being lied to."
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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 20:34:12 GMT -8
Rudiger had no idea about most this day, and her squeezing down on his throat wasn't much helping either. He admitted to her, "No, I doubt I will be bringing anyone in today." He again tried to move his leg from underneath the animal, who weighed a little over half a ton. This time, when he tried to move it, he felt a sharp, tingling sensation go up the rest of his leg, and he had to bite his tongue from screaming out. He was pretty sure that leg was also broken.
When she mentioned yet another person, he again didn't know anything. He couldn't look up at all, considering the fact Bob still had him crushed, and the hand at this throat, but as far as he knew, he was the only one they sent out. He muttered to her again, "I don't know, I honestly don't. I don't even know who you are, and I'm being fed scraps and a chance to sleep in someone's barn in 'gratitude' to bring you and the bird woman in."
He further muttered under his own breath, "I need to get a new profession."
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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 12, 2018 15:38:24 GMT -8
"No, dear, you just need to pick your battles a little better," said Khepri to the mercenary as she peeked over the horizon of lavender. She narrowed her eyes venomously.
Gods damn him, thought the Paradise outcast, What's this evil creature doing here? That's my role!
A shrill, high whistle cut through the air, waking Bob the horse. Khepri glanced at the group, eyes darting between them briefly. "Roxy, take the horse and the merc with you. Get to a city if you can." She turned her head to address Regal. "And you. Not sure if you think you can take that guy, but if you can't, I suggest you team up with us, follow my guard. Go now."
Without further ado, Khepri shot through the air toward the golden-clad, ominous figure before them. She slowed the closer she got to him, rising high enough into the air and stopping just before she got into his attack range. The woman crossed her arms and raised her brows.
"You're taking my limelight. I hope you know that doesn't sit fondly with me."
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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 12, 2018 18:14:00 GMT -8
The big destrier's eyes snapped open at the whistle. To his poor equine brain, he was still charging, never mind his current location. He rose quickly, and took off, rebuilding to his lope. Rudiger hadn't expected the horse to wake up so easily, and rise so quickly. Before he could slip his mangled leg from the stirrup, Bob took off running, dragging Rudiger behind.
Luckily for Rudiger, the field appeared to be mostly out of stones, so a second concussion wasn't inbound, and his armor saved his skin from being burned from friction, but that didn't stop the mangled leg serving as the yoke to an improvised human sled. "STOP! DAMNIT STOP!" he shouted, though Bob didn't seem to take notice. Finally, Rudiger let out his own shrill whistle, and Bob finally stopped running. Rudiger felt the world swim around him, the leg throbbing even harder, and his eyes firmly shut from pain. If he was standing, he would've wobbled and fell to the ground, but he had already skipped past that part.
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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 12, 2018 18:26:09 GMT -8
The archer turned seeing a man in the field from the corner of his eye. "Another bandit?" He asked aloud. His fingers falling to his bowstring--- A shrill whistle caused Regal to recoil. How had he missed the man simply strolling towards them?
When Khepri addressed him nodded " Sure." The archer watched as Khepri soared into the air and flew over to the man he had seemingly missed.
He heard the horse start moving before he finished his sentence-- Spinning instinctually, The half-blind archer drew and prepared to fire at the rider as he sped away--- only to lower his bow seeing the man being drug behind the horse like a corpse...only for the man to halt his horse... Such a well-tammed animal... Maybe the guy wasn't a bad person.. just desperate.
" Can you handle that bandit while I help Khepri? " He asked the armored woman. " On my honor, I will stay by her side." He said looking the woman in eye.
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 13, 2018 4:24:51 GMT -8
Mordred's eyes widen as Khepri approaches, lips curling into a crooked grin. "Oh, my sincerest apologies. Were they your kill?" He stabs his sword into the ground, leaning into it like it was a cane. All the nearby lavender begins to wither and die. "But then again, I don't really care for you either, now that I see you up close. And now they appear to be getting away... Tsk tsk, how careless of you. I was so hoping to kill someone today..." His eyes narrow as he sees Regal. "I wonder, will it be him--or you?" He rips his sword from the ground, and shriveled up lavender flies everywhere.
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Jan 13, 2018 5:32:00 GMT -8
A cloaked skeleton appears out of thin air.
"Oh the cliche suspense. Who will die, who will attack first, why do I care? So many questions...On a side note what did that lavender do to you? Why you being so gosh darn mean to it?"
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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 13, 2018 10:28:21 GMT -8
Everything seemed to be happening so fast! One moment, she was choking the mercenary on the ground. The next, Khepri was telling her to bring him to the town, and that the archer would be helping keep her safe! What was going on? All she could do was nod...and then let go as the horse suddenly woke up, dragging its owner along the ground. This really wasn't his day, was it? She hurried after the pair, distinctly aware of yet another creepy figure appearing in the field. This wasn't good, where were all these people coming from? Leaving the archer and Khepri, she caught up to the knight, grabbing him and lifting him up with some difficulty. He was heavy, but she'd moved bodies heavier than him before. Grunting in exertion, she manhandled him onto his horse, hopping up after him. With a heavy clank, she dropped her armor on the ground, in an effort to save some weight for the poor creature. It seemed strong enough, but who knows how far it had ran already today. Leaning over, she whispered to the unfortunate knight.
"We're getting out of here. I don't know why Khepri wants you alive, but we're going. Come on, don't struggle or I'm dropping you on your head."
Clicking her tongue, she urged the horse forward, away from the chaos.
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Nineteen (The Crimson Book)
Established
Hahahahahahaha
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: Unknown, doesn't really matter.
Physical Description: It varies, currently the profile picture covers it for now though.
Clothes and Equipment: Grey Cloak.
Razor bladed knives.
Razors that extend from the bones that he has taken the form of.
Crimson Book of Spells
Player's online availability : I check periodically throughout most days.
Registered: Jan 12, 2018 14:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Nineteen (The Crimson Book) on Jan 13, 2018 10:58:16 GMT -8
Everything seemed to be happening so fast! One moment, she was choking the mercenary on the ground. The next, Khepri was telling her to bring him to the town, and that the archer would be helping keep her safe! What was going on? All she could do was nod...and then let go as the horse suddenly woke up, dragging its owner along the ground. This really wasn't his day, was it? She hurried after the pair, distinctly aware of yet another creepy figure appearing in the field. This wasn't good, where were all these people coming from? Leaving the archer and Khepri, she caught up to the knight, grabbing him and lifting him up with some difficulty. He was heavy, but she'd moved bodies heavier than him before. Grunting in exertion, she manhandled him onto his horse, hopping up after him. With a heavy clank, she dropped her armor on the ground, in an effort to save some weight for the poor creature. It seemed strong enough, but who knows how far it had ran already today. Leaning over, she whispered to the unfortunate knight. "We're getting out of here. I don't know why Khepri wants you alive, but we're going. Come on, don't struggle or I'm dropping you on your head." Clicking her tongue, she urged the horse forward, away from the chaos. Nineteen speedily levitates over keeping pace with said horse. "Hey lady, whatcha doing?"
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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 13, 2018 16:26:28 GMT -8
"My kill?" The woman let out an amused laugh, head lashing back hard enough that her hair waterfalled from her shoulders to her back. She spread her arms out wide and gave the man a grin. "I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise and Courtesan of the Gilded Aerie. I have aspirations far beyond killing for amusement, little boy. I will earn my gold in time. You should discard yours."
She began to circle the man gently, though she still kept out of his striking range. "Threaten me all you want, but I very much doubt you'll be able to reach me. However, try to strike down the archer and you're nothing more than a dog hunting rabbits. The dog who was able to catch the bird, however... much more impressive." She offered him a wink as she backed away, ready to swoop out of harm's reach should she need to.
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Mordred
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Physical Description: Tall, dark haired, unnaturally slim. Long fingers, blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Bright and flamboyant golden robes.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 17:50:04 GMT -8
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Post by Mordred on Jan 13, 2018 18:31:46 GMT -8
"My kill?" The woman let out an amused laugh, head lashing back hard enough that her hair waterfalled from her shoulders to her back. She spread her arms out wide and gave the man a grin. "I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise and Courtesan of the Gilded Aerie. I have aspirations far beyond killing for amusement, little boy. I will earn my gold in time. You should discard yours." She began to circle the man gently, though she still kept out of his striking range. "Threaten me all you want, but I very much doubt you'll be able to reach me. However, try to strike down the archer and you're nothing more than a dog hunting rabbits. The dog who was able to catch the bird, however... much more impressive." She offered him a wink as she backed away, ready to swoop out of harm's reach should she need to. If anything, Mordred's grin only gets wider. "Tell me, little birdie, do you like fire?" He sheaths his blade and draws another, this one glowing bright red, as if it had been taken from the blacksmith before it had even cooled. Heat billows off it in waves.
"I'm in no hurry today, so I'll tell you a little story. Once there was a big strong wizard who thought he was oh so noble and wise. When he saw me, he knew right away that I was trouble, so he prepared seven deadly spells that together would grind my body into sand and shred my very soul into ribbons. But do you know what happened next?" He throws his head back and laughs, his hideous cackle echoing across the plains."I killed him! And I took his precious spells and put them in my swords!"
He spins his sword around and it ignites into flames. "I wonder how grilled bird of Paradise tastes?"
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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 13, 2018 18:53:36 GMT -8
Rudiger may have protested usually to getting abducted by two strange women, but he was in no state to do so. Hanging somewhere between unconsciousness and consciousness, he could do little than grunt assent that he wouldn't struggle, mainly because he knew he couldn't.
But Bob the destrier could. And he did. Not at Roxanne mind you, a little of Khepri's magic lingered in his brain, and that made him smell apples when he smelled Roxanne. But the strange floating cloak, with whatever being inside it, made him think of banners on a battlefield. And he lived for a fight, trained to use his hooves and teeth to strike at man and beast. Before the cloaked being could move, Bob struck like a viper, and took a large bite out of the cloak, and maybe a little chunk of whatever resided in it. He didn't kick, as he felt his owner not well across his back, but he was ready to bite again.
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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 13, 2018 18:55:07 GMT -8
Regal shifted his attention back to the man who had appeared, it seemed Khepri was speaking with him... but keeping her distance. He took that as a sign that he likely intended harm. The bowman exhaled a calming breath before dipping under the sea of lavender once more... He saw the warm glow of fire as the new comer raised his voice... The man meant Khepri and him harm.
The archer began to move to the mans left, keeping low in the flowers, at eighty paces Regal was comfortable with his concealment, it was not likely the man would spot him or his movement in the ever-swirling sea of flowers.
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Merryman Humour
Established
'Ha, Ha.'
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Humour is 6'2", appearing well-muscled and broad. His skin is hidden away, underneath his full garb and mask. What is underneath isn't known for sure, but he is seen to pulse at the seams of his robe, and spews foul miasma from gaps in the material. This miasma is deadly, and is a powerful tranquilizing agent if inhaled. Humour's robe is light blue, with faded brown cloth upon the outsides.
Commanding, bright and forward, Humour holds his posture high, chest protruding, emphasizing his cocky characteristics. His innate haughtiness gives him an edge of delicality, but also precision. He carries the air of an aristocrat, but with none of the wealth to speak of.
When Humour "speaks", miasma escapes from the slits in his mask and a scratchy, etherwordly begins. This voice is telepathic, and can only be communicated short distances.
Humour must expel his miasma, else he will explode. Breathing through the slits in his mask can remove part of the miasma, however he must directly use his abilities in order to truly expel the miasma.
Clothes and Equipment: Light-cloth robe. Unarmoured.
Metal-plated leather boots. Produces a light 'clank' noise when walking.
Leather belt. Can strap stuff to.
Gloves. Tightly bound to robe. The fingers appear bloated.
Player's online availability : Australian time GMT+8
Registered: Dec 19, 2016 4:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Merryman Humour on Jan 13, 2018 19:12:19 GMT -8
The very air began to stink, Humour's foul miasma trailing behind his feet. He had chosen the worst avenue of approach to remain concealed; upwind from the commotion. A foul smell was somewhere, a tension of unease. With the promise of a new cadaver for his purposes, Humour just couldn't miss the opportunity. The battle was beginning, and surely somebody would die. He'd found the location due to the commotion, and the raised voices, the sound of unsheathing swords signaled the the hostilities were starting. Approaching the location, Humour hid his body behind a hardy oak. The tree was bare, alone in the field of lavenders. He was hidden, for now, but surely not for long. The spread of his miasma would give away his position. Each quiet hiss of escaping miasma would provide one more opportunity to be heard. It was such a quiet thing. Surely it wouldn't be heard in the ensuing mayhem.
Humour knew he could slow the spread of his miasma by closing the slits on his throat. However, he could only go for about five minutes before he'd have to expel the excess miasma. Therefore he chose to bide his time behind the tree, adopting a low squat. He'd come out when the voices stop. This fight would have to be quick and bloody. He wouldn't have to wait in hiding for too long.
Now, to be completely safe, he'd need to activate his defenses; as unlikely as he would be to be spotted, you never want to test lady luck. He began to twist and mold the trail of miasma behind him, congealing it into a ball of miasma.
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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 14, 2018 17:22:23 GMT -8
Roxanne had almost begun to relax. The horse seemed to be obedient enough, the man was subdued, and Khepri was displaying a level of competence and self-sufficiency that Roxanne didn't think she had. Perhaps things would be alright...but then the strange, floating figure hovered up alongside her, apparently able to keep up with the destrier without any visible effort or exertion. Who was this guy, anyways? She turned to look at him, shuddering at the sight of his skeletal grin.
"I'm just going over this way. It's a nice afternoon ride, just heading off for some fresh air. Why don't you go bother that guy with the sword, hmm? He looks like he wants trouble, and you," she jabbed a finger at him, "look like quite a bit of trouble."
She glanced down to make sure the man slung across the horse's back in front of her wasn't flopping around too much. After all, it would be quite a shame to carry him all the way back to town to find that he'd broken his neck from a hard bounce.
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