Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 24, 2017 11:58:38 GMT -8
Roy let out a sigh of relief when the orc was shoved off of him, and let the ranger help him to his feet. Dusting himself off, he glanced nervously down at the bloody corpse on the ground. Orcs sure were dangerous, he thought. Why did they always have to go around raiding and pillaging? Looking up at the elf, he grinned happily.
"Thanks for your help...and they seemed awfully dangerous, with their big axes and hammers. I was worried they were going to eat me...good thing you showed up when you did. As for why I'm here...I got lost on my way to my aunt's house. I don't know how I got all the way out here, but I think I must have taken a couple wrong turns...where are we?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 14:01:47 GMT -8
Choosing the rat as its next prey, the snake was ready to fight for survival as the animal could prove a deadly foe. Hissing at the large rodent, the snake curled its scaly body and lifted its head upwards, towering above the rat and casting a shadow upon it. The snake was ready to lunge at the victim anytime, should it attempt an escape or try to fight back.
[Charge 1]
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 1, 2017 15:53:40 GMT -8
Roy let out a sigh of relief when the orc was shoved off of him, and let the ranger help him to his feet. Dusting himself off, he glanced nervously down at the bloody corpse on the ground. Orcs sure were dangerous, he thought. Why did they always have to go around raiding and pillaging? Looking up at the elf, he grinned happily. "Thanks for your help...and they seemed awfully dangerous, with their big axes and hammers. I was worried they were going to eat me...good thing you showed up when you did. As for why I'm here...I got lost on my way to my aunt's house. I don't know how I got all the way out here, but I think I must have taken a couple wrong turns...where are we?" "You are in the outskirts of the ancient City of Mithlonde. These ruins predate the Cataclysm. And yes, the orcs that infest them are dangerous. Lucky for you I was on patrol when I was." He looked over at the Elven guards, who were still fighting hard against the orcs, more seemed to be attracted to the fighting.
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City of Mithlonde
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Oct 2, 2017 3:47:43 GMT -8
Choosing the rat as its next prey, the snake was ready to fight for survival as the animal could prove a deadly foe. Hissing at the large rodent, the snake curled its scaly body and lifted its head upwards, towering above the rat and casting a shadow upon it. The snake was ready to lunge at the victim anytime, should it attempt an escape or try to fight back. [Charge 1] The rat turned and reared Up, preparing to meet its foe head on. Scars along its flank indicated that it was no stranger to being considered prey, and the strange glow in its eyes indicated that something was not quite right with this rat.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 4, 2017 13:29:07 GMT -8
The elven ranger's explanation on where they were was met with nothing more than a blank stare from Roy. He'd never heard of such a place, and he knew quite a bit about strange places from his various adventures and mishaps.
"Orcs? That sounds dangerous...why don't you run them out? Um, it looks like there's more showing up. Should we go back to the city? It might be safer, orcs can be awfully tough..."
He sighed. It seemed like bad things happened wherever he went. Sugar Hollow burned down, that one ruined town had a mushroom monster in it, he'd gotten kidnapped by a dragon that one time, and now there were orcs...maybe he should just stay home from now on.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2017 5:42:26 GMT -8
With a terrifying hiss, our reptile lunged into the air, charging at the rat and preparing to land on top of it with force which could be considered overwhelming even to larger creatures than the rodent. The first thing it would do after touching the ground was to attempt to lock the prey in a bone breaking choke hold.
[One Charge spent]
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 7, 2017 15:21:16 GMT -8
Feanor looked almost depressed as he responded to Roy.
"There just isn't enough of us left to wipe them out, and they just keep...hold on."
Feanor popped around the corner, letting fly with an arrow and drawing his blade.
"Come on Roy, more are coming, can you fight?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 7, 2017 15:30:25 GMT -8
Roy's eyes widened when Feanor suddenly asked him to fight. He didn't like fighting, but surely it was the right thing to do after the elf had helped him! After a moment's hesitation, he warmed up a fireball in his hand and peeked carefully around the corner, praying that an axe didn't come flying into his forehead.
"But why? Why do they come and raid? Don't orcs have a land of their own, a place to call home? Why do they cause so much trouble, do you know? Can't they just leave you alone? I wish they'd all just go away..."
Sighing, he looked around for orcs. Roy never wanted to hurt anyone, but it seemed as though he would have to throw a few fireballs at some orcs. Hopefully he wouldn't get hurt...
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City of Mithlonde
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Oct 7, 2017 15:56:04 GMT -8
With a terrifying hiss, our reptile lunged into the air, charging at the rat and preparing to land on top of it with force which could be considered overwhelming even to larger creatures than the rodent. The first thing it would do after touching the ground was to attempt to lock the prey in a bone breaking choke hold. [One Charge spent] Neither of which it managed to achieve, as the rat dove to the side, taking shelter in a large pile of rubble, where many other rats lay in wait for the snake.
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Registered: May 7, 2024 3:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 0:00:53 GMT -8
The creature was baffled. How was it that this simple rat could foresee its attack? Overcome its speed? It always felt when their prey's weakest moment was, when its heartbeat slowed, when it was not prepared for the sudden pounce. Why was it also not the case this time around? No matter. Perhaps a sneak attack was due. The snake leapt into the flora once again, spying the pile of rubble in wait for the rats to forget of its presence completly so that it may strike.
[Charge 1]
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 11, 2017 14:36:11 GMT -8
Roy's eyes widened when Feanor suddenly asked him to fight. He didn't like fighting, but surely it was the right thing to do after the elf had helped him! After a moment's hesitation, he warmed up a fireball in his hand and peeked carefully around the corner, praying that an axe didn't come flying into his forehead. "But why? Why do they come and raid? Don't orcs have a land of their own, a place to call home? Why do they cause so much trouble, do you know? Can't they just leave you alone? I wish they'd all just go away..." Sighing, he looked around for orcs. Roy never wanted to hurt anyone, but it seemed as though he would have to throw a few fireballs at some orcs. Hopefully he wouldn't get hurt... Feanor looked a little skeptically at Roy's caution...and the rather diminutive fireball in his hand. "Uhhh...were you gonna light their torches with that? Come on man! Light them up!" He says, intending to be encouraging.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 11, 2017 16:05:57 GMT -8
Roy hesitated for a moment before blowing gently on the fireball, causing it to crackle and flare up to a somewhat more respectable size. Peeking around the corner once more, he flung the fireball at the nearest orc before quickly ducking back behind the wall, eyes wide.
"Where did all those orcs come from? Why don't we just run back to the city, rather than risk getting hurt? Orcs aren't very fast, after all. Surely it would be safer to escape than to try to fight them all at once! They've got axes and hammers and knives, oh my! What are we going to do? Do you have to do this every day?"
He peeked around the corner once more to see the result of his fireball. They'd never been his specialty, but he wasn't terrible at throwing them.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 16, 2017 9:59:07 GMT -8
Roy hesitated for a moment before blowing gently on the fireball, causing it to crackle and flare up to a somewhat more respectable size. Peeking around the corner once more, he flung the fireball at the nearest orc before quickly ducking back behind the wall, eyes wide. "Where did all those orcs come from? Why don't we just run back to the city, rather than risk getting hurt? Orcs aren't very fast, after all. Surely it would be safer to escape than to try to fight them all at once! They've got axes and hammers and knives, oh my! What are we going to do? Do you have to do this every day?" He peeked around the corner once more to see the result of his fireball. They'd never been his specialty, but he wasn't terrible at throwing them. The orc screamed in pain and frustration as the fireball detonated on his chest, leaving a decent sized crater that only enraged him further, until a pair of arrows fired from the shadows caught him immediately afterwards and dropped him. The Elven armored warriors were displaying a superb example of a fighting retreat, as they cut orcs down by the score, their ancient armor turning away some of the worst blows. "Gods only know where they keep coming from. They are incredibly fast, over open ground they can catch an elf, we are just more nimble then they are. Yes, although this is a fairly light day as things go." Feanor fired off another arrow, catching a third orc through the eye. He grabbed Roy and pulled him back towards the shadows, where he could now discern other elven forms, dressed similarly to Feanor.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 16, 2017 15:12:36 GMT -8
Roy glanced around, spotting the other elves. Where had they all come from? Surely there hadn't been anyone around just a moment ago. Elves sure were quiet, he thought. Sneaky, too. That's what Gran always said, anyways. Gran had never liked elves much. He remembered how an elf had come to their door one time, to ask them if they'd seen a lost chicken. Gran had chased the elf off the property with a battleaxe, and had berated the poor maid who'd opened the door for him for hours. Still, he supposed that even Gran would have to approve of these elves. They seemed awfully nice.
"Fairly light? You mean there's usually more of them? How do you do it? How do you possibly fight them off day after day after day? I don't think I could do that..."
He peeked around the corner, past the carnage. The city glittered in the distance, and he pulled his head back.
"Why did you stay? I've seen plenty of elves wandering around the roads or living in towns. What made you stay in the city here, when it's so dangerous?"
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 19, 2017 15:19:31 GMT -8
A fierce light showed in Feanor's eyes as he answered Roy's questions, calmly letting fly with another arrow into the rapidly gathering horde of orcs that seemed to be pulled in all directions by the clever feinting of the Elven Rangers.
"We have no choice, this is our home, and we will defend it with our last. Our will is stronger is there's, and they are fairly dumb."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 26, 2017 6:53:32 GMT -8
Roy sighed. It made sense, but surely it would be safer to just let the orcs have it? Of course, if bandits ever tried to raid the estate, Roy knew his family would all rally together and defend it. They'd always been awfully proud of that estate. Still, Roy didn't see the point of risking death and dismemberment over a piece of land.
"I guess, if you say so...but there's an awful lot of orcs. What's the city like, anyway? Is it nice? I've never seen a city of elves before. I've never even spoken to that many. My gran never liked elves much. I don't know why, she's just old and set in her ways...I'm sure she doesn't mean any harm."
He pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket, unwrapping it and crunching it nervously. Orcs worried him.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Oct 27, 2017 4:40:45 GMT -8
"It was nice long ago, and still magnificent in a way, although nothing compared to its former glory. It does not have the hope or optimism of the other cities I have been to."
Another arrow and another orc shout of pain, followed once more by a volley.
"Come on Roy, time to go" he says, grabbing Roy and dragging him away.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 10:43:50 GMT -8
The snake waited cautiously in its own concealment, its eyes tracking the rubble and the space around it, waiting for an unwary rat to come out. The wait bore fruit, as one finally crawled out of its hole. But the reptile waited for it to distance itself from the other rats before attacking...
Soon enough, the rodent was far away enough so that a direct attack on it would go unnoticed. The @snake slithered behind it, veiled by the bushes, tall grass and behind stones... As it suddenly jumped out from behind the rat, burying its razor sharp teeth in its large body. The rat squeaked and panicked, running violently in an attempt to shrug off the snake, however its predator was already encircling it with its own scaly tail, until the movements of the rat became slower and slower, as it was choked out of its very life.
Hours passed before the prey stopped struggling. Now it was time for consumption. The snake opened its mouth widely, so much that it could swallow the whole rat at once, which it did. It was once again a matter of hours for the rat to be fully digested by the snake.
After the meal, the snake felt revitalized and much stronger than before. It was no longer hungry, no point to dwell here hunting for the rats no more. With its newfound strength, the reptile slithered out of this place into the lands of the unknown, never to be seen again.
[Exeunt]
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 27, 2017 15:37:07 GMT -8
Roy was perfectly content to follow the ranger out of the danger zone, and ran after him as best he could. He struggled to keep up with the fast, long-legged elf, tripping and stumbling over rocks and rubble as he ran. What would a city of elves look like, he wondered. Would everything be bright and polished? Would all the doorways and ceilings be higher? He didn't know, and was curious to find out...of course, if he was at his aunt's house instead, he would have been much happier.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Nov 6, 2017 6:21:00 GMT -8
It would take an hour or so of travelling, the elf taking seemingly random paths to avoid a variety of creatures they had been unsuccessful in dislodging from the ruins. Eventually they came upon the inner wall, an ancient but still strong remnant of the city's better days, the doors wrought of a strange metal that opened even as the rangers approached. Inside, The city was breathtaking, magnificent wood and stone buildings whose very construction seemed to be only possible by magic.
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