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 14, 2018 19:04:45 GMT -8
Khepri's stomach knotted from the fear, but she was not frozen from it, nor did she let it show on her face. She grit her teeth and beckoned to the man.
"Come, then! No matter how powerful those spells are, they are nothing if you can't aim!" She zipped away before she even finished her sentence, the fright propelling her flight. She was no warrior, nor did she have the knowledge of any combative spells. All she could do for now was keep his attention until the others got away.
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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 14, 2018 19:09:11 GMT -8
Khepri's stomach knotted from the fear, but she was not frozen from it, nor did she let it show on her face. She grit her teeth and beckoned to the man. "Come, then! No matter how powerful those spells are, they are nothing if you can't aim!" She zipped away before she even finished her sentence, the fright propelling her flight. She was no warrior, nor did she have the knowledge of any combative spells. All she could do for now was keep his attention until the others got away. Mordred growled in annoyance and swung his sword round and round, flames billowing around it and gathering it into a ball. sparks fly everywhere, setting the field aflame. [Charge 1]
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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 14, 2018 19:45:40 GMT -8
Sneaking a glance towards the battle, he observed a strangely-garbed woman making a quick escape, from a mage of some kind. Humour wouldn’t be able to impact her escape in any way, her fast movement made sure of that. He therefore decided to engage the wizard. Pausing for a number of seconds, he pondered his actions. Surely the mage wouldn’t allow her to escape unmolested. As the belligerent, he certainly wants her dead, he appears very riled up. Using his miasma, Humour can place a trap for the mage and would likely result their capture. But, for the plan to work, he would need help from the fleeing woman.
“Come to the tree. I have a trap set.” Humour’s projected telepathically towards Khepri. His directness held a tone of irresistible command.
Humour hoped the woman would oblige. If not, he’d have to handle the wizard alone; a very trying task. Taking note of his elemental flames, Humour realised it could go sour quickly. This new development prompted Humour to grow his orb even larger, to combat the magics of his soon-to-be foe.
[Charge: 2]
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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 14, 2018 20:50:13 GMT -8
The bowmen seemed all but forgotten... which was fine for him. Regal watched as the mage in armor called upon fire, setting the surrounding area ablaze... He was still to far out of range to be affected by the flames. The smoke rose from the green burning plants, but Regal knew where the Mage had stood. He waited for his concealed position, now masked even further by smoke... An arrow knocked...
He inhaled slowly... sighting down the shaft, the razor tip aimed directly at the mage through the flicker flames and rolling smoke--- A stench, not of flame made its way through his nose... but this only distantly registered for the archer.
Regal watched as the man turned following Khepri, he felt sure of his mark. Center of the chest, fifty paces... The man would not be able to blink before the arrow struck him.
Regal exhaled---- and released.
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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 14, 2018 21:11:08 GMT -8
Rudiger remained his not quite unconscious but not fully conscious state, bouncing along with Bob's pounding of hooves. Somewhere in his mind, he realized he left his sword and helmet on the field, now probably lost to the fields of lavender, and probably going to be consumed by the fire. He momentarily worried about how he would pay for new equipment, as he had didn't have two gold coins to rub together. If he had a coin purse, which he didn't bother to get because he never had money, he could open it and moths would fly out. His further financial difficulties came about when he felt his arm grow weak, and unable to hold onto his shield. It slipped out of his clenched fist, and lay on the ground, also to be consumed however. Feeling consciousness about to leave him, he asked of his captor, "So, any idea of where you're taking us?"
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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 15, 2018 3:20:20 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher: "Hahahahaha, Oh, that's good. Well, okie dokie lady, I'll go play tag with the lavender murdering edge lord."
He stops midair and begins flying super speed back towards the fight.
Mordred: Nineteen flies straight into the flames arms outstretched, and his cloak changes into flames which seem to need no fuel source. He charges straight at the sword wielder and yells, "Hey, I'm hunting edge lords. Stand still will ya? I'd like to get a clean cut. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
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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 15, 2018 5:00:50 GMT -8
Only the flames saved him. As Regal's arrow flies through the flames, it ignites, burning away from the intense heat. only the arrowhead remains, and it only clips his arm, leaving a small cut behind. Mordred howls in fury all the same, turning to where the arrow came from and spotting just the tip of the bow. "You know, maybe I'll just go rabbit hunting instead." He swings his sword around (almost like a baseball bat), sending the fireball straight at the archer. Not waiting to see if it hits, he runs toward the archer, sheathing his blade and drawing another: an strangely long rapier covered in bloodstains.
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jan 15, 2018 12:21:50 GMT -8
Tsatsa sits atop on of the lavender covered hills, watching the peaceful sway of the flowers in the wind. Or almost peaceful, she corrects herself, seeing the smoke rising a couple hills over. She sighs and stands to go investigate.
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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 15, 2018 12:48:28 GMT -8
Roxanne let out a sigh of relief as the figure floated off to go do whatever it is spooky floating people did in their spare time. Spurring the horse onward, she urged him to run faster, dropping the rest of her armor to the ground to save weight. Armor could be replaced, and she didn't want to spend a second longer than she had to here. When the man spoke, she looked down, surprised. Wasn't he supposed to be unconscious?
"I dunno, somewhere else. Out of here. Back to town, or something. Anywhere that isn't here, really. We really have to go, it's...probably not safe here. It's a good thing you've got a strong horse, I hope he's fast."
Glancing back at Khepri, Roxanne prayed that the insufferable bird woman would be alright. Still, there was nothing she could do for her now, and so she set her eyes forward and rode out of the fields.
[Exit]
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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 15, 2018 17:24:59 GMT -8
Khepri wasn't expecting the sudden message echoing in her head, but she thought it couldn't hurt to follow it.
That is... Until Regal released the arrow.
The woman seethed with anger, hissing through her grit teeth. As swiftly as she could, she turned around and sped up, becoming nothing more than a blur in the air. She opened her arms and aimed straight for Regal with a force that would likely crack both their ribs.
In the nick of time for Regal, and perhaps slightly late for Khepri, they both swooped out, taking a detour past the lone tree before they were pulled high, high, high up into the air and out of the Fields.
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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 15, 2018 19:26:31 GMT -8
Regal's eyes widened in horror as the arrow burst into flames, falling to ash before it struck its mark--- the iron tip survived at least. Regal's body moved on its own as he watched the mage shift his focus to him-- the sword-flung fireball telegraphed well enough for him to avoid. His fingers found a second arrow---
"---OOF!" Regal watched with terror glazed eyes as his target shrank in the distance--- Something had hit him. His hand released the bow as he watched the world race away from him. Was he going to die? Had the mage fired a second attack? The bow yanked against his wrist as it's lanyard caught.
A terrified scream erupted from the man as a realization dawned on him... He was in the air.
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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 15, 2018 22:37:24 GMT -8
Humour's features twisted underneath his mask, quivering with an expression of frustration. The ambush was ruined by the actions of some foolhardy archer! And on top of that, the woman integral to his plot made a break for it in the opposite direction. Gripping the tree, Humour sharply inhaled. Focus. He couldn't discern if they were allied, but he'd assume she wouldn't risk herself in order to protect the archer. That likely made them co-conspirators. With no backup versus Mordred, it would be incredibly risky to challenge the mage one versus one. It wasn't fear, but respect of the adversaries abilities.
He was faced with two options: engage the lone wizard and turn him into authorities, in order to improve his relationship with the Isran Government, or to make a hasty escape, and hopefully rendezvous with those who had escaped, in order to present himself as 'The Good Guy'. Before he could begin acting towards his desires, he'd need to develop ties with powerful people. The extraordinary abilities of the woman signaled to him she would be a powerful ally, therefore he chose to choose the latter choice.
Just before Khepri left the range of his magic, he used his telepathic link in order to send her a single image: The Isran gate, communicating that he wishes to meet Khepri there. Humour was sure she would understand.
Now, for his escape. The position still hadn't been revealed to Mordred. "3, 2, 1." he silently counted down in his head. At the final count, he would explode the Orbs in his hands.
Out from the tree he expelled a massive quantity of miasma, in a circle around his body. Rushing out at great speed (20km/h), you'd need to sprint in order to outrun the sudden expansion of gas. Within a few seconds, a large circular region would be filled with he miasma, blocking all sight. With this miasma cover, Humour turned swiftly and trudged away from the lavender field. The gas choked the plants, creating a blackened scourge, reaching out across the field. It was with this he crushed the brittle stalks, and made his exit. Unless Mordred could track him through his opaque wall of miasma, Humour could be guaranteed an escape.
[Exit]
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jan 15, 2018 22:59:24 GMT -8
Tsatsa reached the top of the last hill separating her from the conflict, and was met by a cloud of miasma. Caught by surprise she stumbled back, choking on the foul gas. A weak wind and detoxification spell did wonders, but she was still surrounded by it on all sides. “What a greeting...” She muttered under her breath, maintaining a slight breeze to hold back the thick miasma.
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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 16, 2018 5:09:43 GMT -8
Tsatsa reached the top of the last hill separating her from the conflict, and was met by a cloud of miasma. Caught by surprise she stumbled back, choking on the foul gas. A weak wind and detoxification spell did wonders, but she was still surrounded by it on all sides. “What a greeting...” She muttered under her breath, maintaining a slight breeze to hold back the thick miasma. Cursing loudly, Mordred attempts to flee the miasma, but it soon overtakes him, giving him enough time to take a deep breath and hold his nose before covered in the poisonous gas. For a tense minute or he keeps running forward, a little lost and with no end to the miasma in sight. Finally, when he's reaching his limit, he stumbles into a pocket of clean air. He falls to the ground, taking deep, gasping breaths. Then he see's TsaTsa. "Hello there...thank you for rescuing me."
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jan 16, 2018 9:08:43 GMT -8
Tsatsa reached the top of the last hill separating her from the conflict, and was met by a cloud of miasma. Caught by surprise she stumbled back, choking on the foul gas. A weak wind and detoxification spell did wonders, but she was still surrounded by it on all sides. “What a greeting...” She muttered under her breath, maintaining a slight breeze to hold back the thick miasma. Cursing loudly, Mordred attempts to flee the miasma, but it soon overtakes him, giving him enough time to take a deep breath and hold his nose before covered in the poisonous gas. For a tense minute or he keeps running forward, a little lost and with no end to the miasma in sight. Finally, when he's reaching his limit, he stumbles into a pocket of clean air. He falls to the ground, taking deep, gasping breaths. Then he see's TsaTsa. "Hello there...thank you for rescuing me." She looks at the human who had just appeared from the fog. After a brief pause she nods. “Yes yes, let’s get going then.” She chooses a direction and begins walking, maintaining a circle of clean air around herself and Modred.
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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 16, 2018 9:21:11 GMT -8
Cursing loudly, Mordred attempts to flee the miasma, but it soon overtakes him, giving him enough time to take a deep breath and hold his nose before covered in the poisonous gas. For a tense minute or he keeps running forward, a little lost and with no end to the miasma in sight. Finally, when he's reaching his limit, he stumbles into a pocket of clean air. He falls to the ground, taking deep, gasping breaths. Then he see's TsaTsa. "Hello there...thank you for rescuing me." She looks at the human who had just appeared from the fog. After a brief pause she nods. “Yes yes, let’s get going then.” She chooses a direction and begins walking, maintaining a circle of clean air around herself and Modred. Mordred hurries to keep close to her, looking fearfully out at the fog that surrounds them. A plan is already twisting itself into shape within his head, but he shows no outward indications of anything but fear at the fog, and relief for his narrow escape. "Thank you again, kind soul. My name is Mordred, and pardon me for saying this but... you aren't human are you?"
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jan 16, 2018 10:44:50 GMT -8
She looks at the human who had just appeared from the fog. After a brief pause she nods. “Yes yes, let’s get going then.” She chooses a direction and begins walking, maintaining a circle of clean air around herself and Modred. Mordred hurries to keep close to her, looking fearfully out at the fog that surrounds them. A plan is already twisting itself into shape within his head, but he shows no outward indications of anything but fear at the fog, and relief for his narrow escape. "Thank you again, kind soul. My name is Mordred, and pardon me for saying this but... you aren't human are you?"She sighs. “Is it that obvious? Perhaps it’s the height.” She shrugs, dismissing it for now. “My name is Tsatsa, nice to meet you.”
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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 16, 2018 11:39:03 GMT -8
Mordred hurries to keep close to her, looking fearfully out at the fog that surrounds them. A plan is already twisting itself into shape within his head, but he shows no outward indications of anything but fear at the fog, and relief for his narrow escape. "Thank you again, kind soul. My name is Mordred, and pardon me for saying this but... you aren't human are you?"She sighs. “Is it that obvious? Perhaps it’s the height.” She shrugs, dismissing it for now. “My name is Tsatsa, nice to meet you.” "Oh no, you make quite the convincing human, height aside. But to someone who isn't quite human himself, I have a good eye for these things." Mordred allows himself the glimmer of a smile, mind racing. "So what manner of creature are you, to have control over the wind like this?"
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jan 16, 2018 16:32:17 GMT -8
She sighs. “Is it that obvious? Perhaps it’s the height.” She shrugs, dismissing it for now. “My name is Tsatsa, nice to meet you.” "Oh no, you make quite the convincing human, height aside. But to someone who isn't quite human himself, I have a good eye for these things." Mordred allows himself the glimmer of a smile, mind racing. "So what manner of creature are you, to have control over the wind like this?" She pauses before answering, considering how to do so. "Just a fey, most of which are able to cast low level magic such as this. What are you?"
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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 16, 2018 16:47:19 GMT -8
"Oh no, you make quite the convincing human, height aside. But to someone who isn't quite human himself, I have a good eye for these things." Mordred allows himself the glimmer of a smile, mind racing. "So what manner of creature are you, to have control over the wind like this?" She pauses before answering, considering how to do so. "Just a fey, most of which are able to cast low level magic such as this. What are you?" "Myself? I'm a bit more exotic. You've heard of chimera, I assume?"
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