Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
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Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on Jun 1, 2017 3:30:33 GMT -8
The sudden juddering of the ship knocked Ben and those on the top deck clean off their feet. He tried to grab hold on to a piece of rigging but missed and ended up sliding across the deck and slamming into the rails of the ship. A few other sailors who were taking in the sails were not so lucky as they fell off the masts and disappeared over the side into the abyss.
Ben groggily got to his feet, only to be knocked off them again by a wave of water crashing up over the sides. He didn't know exactly what had happened but he could feel the ship being splintered under him. There was a thunderous creaking of wood as planks were torn apart by some immense force below. His head was spinning after the double blows but he again got to his feet. Men were running everywhere and pointing at something below. When his ears stopped ringing he would hear the sound of gushing water, no doubt moving through the ships hull. He didn't know just how bad the damage was but he hadn't heard Captain Finley give the order to abandon ship. He realised his companions and Jikwa were not on deck. Did they survive the impact? He had no time to consider it as the ship tilted again to the port side accompanied by further sounds of tormented wood.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on Jun 3, 2017 11:12:43 GMT -8
Day had turned into what seemed like night with the dark clouds above blotting out any sunlight that could have shined from above. The rain was cold and felt like lances of ice stabbing through one's flesh as it fell sideways, propelled by the heavy winds. The deck was indeed already embroiled in chaos, and the men pouring out from below decks as the ship sank didn't help. Down below, the water would quickly reach The Sparrow's waist as she searched for her belongings. Captain Finley stood behind the wheel of the ship now, guiding the Soaring Wench himself. "CAPTAIN! There's a breach in the hull! The ship's going down! It's too big to patch up!" Captain Finley looked at the man for a moment with an incredulous look as he tried to decide what to do, he certainly didn't want to abandon his ship. Before he could make a decision, however, something emerged from those dark turbulent waves, just off the port side. Something huge reared its ugly head from the water, it's ridged back showing as well. The creature was easily just as large as the ship itself. Jikwa also saw the creature, and his eyes widened in terror, for he knew what that creature was, "It's a dragon turtle! Raoul you need to go find Farrah, now! Meet me at the bow of the ship. Benjamin, follow me, this ship is doomed."
The half-orc would move towards the bow of the ship then, as the deck began to tilt more. The Dragon Turtle was closing in now, and with one nudge it could easily roll the ship over at this point if a rogue wave did not do it first. The half-orc moved towards a dingy that was kept in the middle of the deck near the bow, and once the adventurers were there he would urge them to climb in amidst the chaos.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 3, 2017 14:23:26 GMT -8
Raoul didn’t need to be told twice. He was already turning to run back below decks after The Sparrow when Jikwa shouter to him. “Farrah! Farrah, we have to go, now!” He shouted as he chased after her. He didn’t know what she was going back for, but he hoped it was worth risking their lives over. The idea that it might be her life alone if he simply left her never entered his mind. He waded into the rising waters, shoving aside floating debris and helping whatever stragglers among the crew might be still eading up past him as he chased after the woman. He swore and he cursed her name with every step, but he went after her as fast as he could anyway. When he caught up, he would help her to carry whatever it was she was looking for back up and to the bow of the ship if they had enough time. If they didn’t… well, he would go down with her.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Jun 3, 2017 23:17:53 GMT -8
She ignored the frigid cold of the water as she struggled to get to her bunk. The ship was dramatically tilted, making it hard to reach her doorway. By the time she did, everything was a mess and when she reached for her bag, it was half empty. Things must have slid out of it during the storm, and against during the attack. "Shit!" she cried and began to quickly look around the water, hoping that she might find some of her things. She didn't find her cloak at all. Catching her breath, she went under the water to see if some of the heavier items had fallen against the wall or the floor, but it was too dark, and she couldn't see. Another jarring of the ship had her pushing up and gasping for air, all of her plastered with water, her hair sticking to her face and her neck and her back. She looked up to see that Raoul Ferdinand was coming for her and felt even more panic rise in her chest. "I can't-- I can't--" she told him, but a new surge of water came flooding into the ship. She couldn't stay. She'd die, and no matter how much she needed some of her things, it wasn't worth dying over. She reached out for Raoul, grabbing onto his arm on a hard grip as they both struggled through the water and to the top deck, the former-assassin putting her strap over her head and climbing the steps out of the heavy waters of the under-deck and into the dreadful storm above. The lightning striking made her freeze, totally not even looking at the dragon turtle. Oddly enough, it didn't seem as if that scared her as much as the lightning did. She was propelled forward, and rushed toward Jikwa and Benjamin Jabari over the deck, stopping every so often as it rocked from wind or wave or storm or splash of the dragon, Raoul right behind her.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on Jun 4, 2017 5:23:15 GMT -8
Ben was relieved to see Jikwa and Raoul emerge from belowdecks, but where was Farrah? She wasn't anywhere to be seen. He became aware of a commotion by the rails as people were pointing and exclaiming at something below the ship. He too joined them to look below and felt his jaw drop at the sight of the beast. He had heard tales of dragon turtles from shipmates past but had never set eyes on one before. If anything could be described simultaneously as both being "ugly" and "beautiful" it was that thing. Its sharp beak could rip wood from a ship like flesh from a bone. Its flippers armed with sharp claws was said to be able to disembowel a man.
He noticed Jikwa standing next to him, urging him to follow him to the bow. He was ushered into the dinghy that he assumed was the ship's life-boat. There was no where that all the sailors on board could be saved but Jikwa appeared to be keen to get them underway. He felt as if he were abandoning the ship right then, but he supposed that his duties on this adventure lied elsewhere. His belongings were lost belowdecks but at least he had his sword and crossbow with him, so he climbed in with Jikwa just as Raoul emerged alongside a sodden Farrah and making their way toward them.
He looked at Jikwa, "we won't survive five minutes in the water, with that thing" he said urgently, referring to the beast below.
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Deep Blue
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"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on Jun 5, 2017 16:41:39 GMT -8
The monster was closing in, any second now it would reach The Soaring Wench and finish her once and for all, and send the ship to its fate at the bottom of the ocean, along with its crew. The men seemed to be trying to fight back, however. A small contingent of men still persevered, led by none other than Captain Finley.
"How dare you damage my ship ya stinking beast! Let loose men!" A group of men with bows shot at the creature with the minor effects, as it still kept coming. Then a ballista fired from one of the below decks, the huge bolt missed, however, glancing off the dragon turtle's shell.
Jikwa urged Raoul and Farrah towards the dinghy, before turning to Benjamin, "Do not worry about the beast. I have studied them before. Much like dragons on land they seek treasure more than anything. It is more interested in sinking the ship and picking through its wreckage than chasing after a dinghy... Or at least it should be..."
The dragon turtle closed it quite fast, and Jikwa barely was able to tell Farrah and Raoul, who should have been in the dinghy by now to hold on when it rammed its big brutish head into the side of the ship. There was the sound of wood exploding into splinters from the impact, as the ship simply broke in half. The dinghy, along with some sailors who had been frantically fleeing towards it were knocked off the deck by the impact, landing in the storm waters. Thankfully, the dinghy landed right side up.
Storm waves quickly swept away the dinghy from the torn asunder ship as it went down, but they hadn't escaped danger yet, as they were still in the midst of a rather large storm, in a dinghy rather than a ship now. Jikwa had been stunned a bit and jostled as the dinghy was knocked off the deck, but he slowly started getting up now, "Just hold on... I will make sure we make it through this storm," he said. He started charging some mana for a spell then, muttering an incantation under his breath as he held onto the bench in the dinghy in the rolling dark waves. All around them the adventurers could see nothing now but dark masses of water that were the waves and the occasional flash of lightning that lit up the otherwise completely black world.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 5, 2017 18:15:18 GMT -8
Raoul stayed right behind The Sparrow , pushing her ahead if he needed to. He gave a silent prayer of thanks that he hadn’t brought his horse on this ill-fated voyage as he half-ran and half-stumbled across the deck. He helped Farrah into the dinghy first before climbing in himself afterwards. The sudden of the final blow nearly knocked him into the water, but he caught himself, grabbing onto the gunwale and clinging tightly. He silently watched the dragon turtle and the ship vanishing beneath the storm-tossed sea. He knew that what Jikwa said was true. But he also knew that, like proper dragons, they sometimes killed for the fun of killing and destruction. And sometimes, they carelessly killed, with neither intent, nor remorse. And at the moment, there was nothing he could actually do about it. So Raoul did the only thing he could do. He focused on keeping himself and Farrah inside the boat.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on Jun 10, 2017 8:45:49 GMT -8
Ben held on to the sides of the swaying craft, eyes transfixed on the beast hammering away at the Soaring Wench's distressed hull. It had seemed big from his vantage point on-deck but at this level it was positively monstrous. He had no doubt that it would be able to bite off a limb or two if it got close enough to a person. He felt a pang of sorrow for the souls still onboard; most of them would probably go down with the ship. He just hoped that for their sake death would come swiftly. As the dragon submerged and chased the ship to the bottom, Ben surveyed the scene around the little dinghy. He wondered if Captain Finley had escaped before the wreckage sank; he could not see him anywhere. People were calling out for help in desperation. He glanced at Jikwa who appeared to be casting some sort of spell. Clearly they were on their own from now and could not take any survivors. What must the survivors in the water be thinking? That this little boat could see their plight and were seemingly choosing to ignore them. He felt guilty. He looked at Raoul and The Sparrow and noted their similarly grim faces at the scene. This venture had gone so wrong so quickly, but they could do naught now but push on to their objective. He settled back in the dinghy and tried to put the cries of the sailors from his mind.
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Deep Blue
Established
"Deep Blue" is the OOC name for this account.
Roleplay posts: 41
Registered: Jul 1, 2016 17:00:49 GMT -8
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Post by Deep Blue on Jun 12, 2017 14:04:03 GMT -8
Jikwa's plan had been to erect a small shield of arcane magic over the top of the dinghy, and just in time too as a huge wave rolled over them. They would have been washed out of the dinghy if not for the magical barrier.
Jikwa's magic held for the duration of the storm, and the adventurers would be relatively safe from then on, though it was still quite a rough ride.
((You guys can post once more, but this is the end of this scene for now, I will post up the next thing coming up and PM you all))
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Connor O'Scalaidhe
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Early thirties.
Physical Description: Connor is a tall, stout man standing at around 6'3. He has dirty blonde hair with eccentric blue eyes, blue tribal tattoos covering almost every part of his body. They display several things, such as sea monsters, ships and weaponry, as well as his clans coat of arms. He has two sharp blue points under and over his eyes, going narrowly to the center. His arms are strong and calloused, and he has a light beard going on.
Clothes and Equipment: Connor is clad in heavy chain mail armor, leather reinforced shoulder pads with a blue and white checkered quilt draped around his chest and right shoulder. A kilt is fastened around his waist, checkered with different shades of blue. He bears striped blue and dark blue pants, and a set of leather ankleboots. A rounded helmet with smooth metal plates covering each cheek sits on his head, and a steel gladius hangs in a sheath on his side while a large bearded axe is on his back. He also has a large longboat, covered in shields and supply.
Player's online availability : very much yes
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 17:24:40 GMT -8
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Post by Connor O'Scalaidhe on Oct 29, 2017 19:43:36 GMT -8
Connor gripped the front of the longboat, the engraved head of the dragon shining against the sea sun. The front splashed against the waves, the sails blasted forward with wind as he made his trek through the seas. He grinned to the horizon, spotting hints of land and green. He walked to the center, fixing up a fe things along the boat, before running up and jumping against the magnificent ornament, holding onto it as he scoured to the brave new world that awaited him.
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Connor O'Scalaidhe
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Early thirties.
Physical Description: Connor is a tall, stout man standing at around 6'3. He has dirty blonde hair with eccentric blue eyes, blue tribal tattoos covering almost every part of his body. They display several things, such as sea monsters, ships and weaponry, as well as his clans coat of arms. He has two sharp blue points under and over his eyes, going narrowly to the center. His arms are strong and calloused, and he has a light beard going on.
Clothes and Equipment: Connor is clad in heavy chain mail armor, leather reinforced shoulder pads with a blue and white checkered quilt draped around his chest and right shoulder. A kilt is fastened around his waist, checkered with different shades of blue. He bears striped blue and dark blue pants, and a set of leather ankleboots. A rounded helmet with smooth metal plates covering each cheek sits on his head, and a steel gladius hangs in a sheath on his side while a large bearded axe is on his back. He also has a large longboat, covered in shields and supply.
Player's online availability : very much yes
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 17:24:40 GMT -8
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Post by Connor O'Scalaidhe on Oct 30, 2017 16:03:45 GMT -8
As the wave sand the clouds began to increase, his spirit did not falter. He tended more, but soon a wild storm ravaged the seas. He did the best he could, tying himself to the mast before a wave crashed over, hitting the side of the ship hard and knocking him unconscious, the last thing he saw was the eye of the storm, gazing into the heavens.
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Noyan Dar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Noyan appears to be rather old, even for a Merfolk. His pale blue wrinkled skin shows the wear of many decades, and bears the scars of many battles; the battles themselves long forgotten, as well as those who may have fought them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noyan has a myriad of varied items lashed to him with ropes and leather straps. Most who see him would classify nearly all of it as junk, save for perhaps the odd looking staff/walking stick and short sword that appears to have a coral handle.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2017 3:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Noyan Dar on Oct 30, 2017 16:53:30 GMT -8
If Connor O'Scalaidhe was to wake up at any point, he'd find himself being held by the back of his armor, being pulled along backwards by an unknown force. If he were to open his eyes, he would find that he was in fact being pulled deeper into the crushing blackness of the sea depths; but that wasn't the only thing that would seem severely out of place. Though he could not see for the lack of light, the salty water would not burn his eyes. Even stranger, he would find himself able to breathe. His breathing would be labored, water passing in and out of his lungs took a bit more energy than air, but he was certainly not drowning. After a few long moments, Connor would find himself pulled up into an underwater cave, filled with air trapped deep beneath the water's surface. The cave appeared brightly lit by strange crystals embedded in its walls, and only now would he see the thing that pulled him into the cave; a wrinkled blue humanoid, the gills at its neck burping out water as he began to breathe the air around them. The sea creature that had moved so effortlessly through the depths now struggled to pull the large human onto the cave floor, and out of the water. If Connor was the observant type, he would notice that he was now wearing a strange amulet around his neck, tied with a bit of home made twine.
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Connor O'Scalaidhe
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Early thirties.
Physical Description: Connor is a tall, stout man standing at around 6'3. He has dirty blonde hair with eccentric blue eyes, blue tribal tattoos covering almost every part of his body. They display several things, such as sea monsters, ships and weaponry, as well as his clans coat of arms. He has two sharp blue points under and over his eyes, going narrowly to the center. His arms are strong and calloused, and he has a light beard going on.
Clothes and Equipment: Connor is clad in heavy chain mail armor, leather reinforced shoulder pads with a blue and white checkered quilt draped around his chest and right shoulder. A kilt is fastened around his waist, checkered with different shades of blue. He bears striped blue and dark blue pants, and a set of leather ankleboots. A rounded helmet with smooth metal plates covering each cheek sits on his head, and a steel gladius hangs in a sheath on his side while a large bearded axe is on his back. He also has a large longboat, covered in shields and supply.
Player's online availability : very much yes
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 17:24:40 GMT -8
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Post by Connor O'Scalaidhe on Oct 30, 2017 17:41:20 GMT -8
Connor blinked awake, muttering to himself as he slowly stood uo. He looked around in a haze, thinking that what had happened was a simple dream, a mirrage from the sea gods. But as he he came too, he realized it was no dream, and noticed the blue humanoid and the amulet on his neck. "What in..Taelharde?" He looked at the blue creature, slowly backing up a bit and going to his feet.
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Noyan Dar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Noyan appears to be rather old, even for a Merfolk. His pale blue wrinkled skin shows the wear of many decades, and bears the scars of many battles; the battles themselves long forgotten, as well as those who may have fought them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noyan has a myriad of varied items lashed to him with ropes and leather straps. Most who see him would classify nearly all of it as junk, save for perhaps the odd looking staff/walking stick and short sword that appears to have a coral handle.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2017 3:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Noyan Dar on Oct 31, 2017 3:02:22 GMT -8
The flaps that covered Noyan's gills on either side of his neck belched again, expelling a bit more water as the merfolk adjusted once again to breathing air. The aging sea creature stood up straight as Connor looked at him, the blue creature's eyes focusing on the human in the light.
A bubbling, clicking noise preceded the creature's words in common. "Taelharde?", he questioned. "Noyan Dar, humble servant of our Mother, Aldea."
Noyan placed his right hand flat against his body just above his stomach, and gave a slight bow as he introduced himself.
"Pardon my saying so land-dweller, but you appear to be out of your element. The sea seems to have swallowed your boat."
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Connor O'Scalaidhe
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Early thirties.
Physical Description: Connor is a tall, stout man standing at around 6'3. He has dirty blonde hair with eccentric blue eyes, blue tribal tattoos covering almost every part of his body. They display several things, such as sea monsters, ships and weaponry, as well as his clans coat of arms. He has two sharp blue points under and over his eyes, going narrowly to the center. His arms are strong and calloused, and he has a light beard going on.
Clothes and Equipment: Connor is clad in heavy chain mail armor, leather reinforced shoulder pads with a blue and white checkered quilt draped around his chest and right shoulder. A kilt is fastened around his waist, checkered with different shades of blue. He bears striped blue and dark blue pants, and a set of leather ankleboots. A rounded helmet with smooth metal plates covering each cheek sits on his head, and a steel gladius hangs in a sheath on his side while a large bearded axe is on his back. He also has a large longboat, covered in shields and supply.
Player's online availability : very much yes
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 17:24:40 GMT -8
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Post by Connor O'Scalaidhe on Oct 31, 2017 10:13:02 GMT -8
Connor looked at the blur sea creature, rising a bit more to his feet. He observed the surrounding cave, before racing Noyan. "Connor O'Scalaidhe, adventurer." Connor pounded his chest with his fist, setting it next to jim. "Bessy got watered? That's a shame..Helped me on lotsa voyages under my belt with her. Ah well.." He looked to the water, looking for any interesting wildlife in the murky coast.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jan 21, 2018 19:39:07 GMT -8
The vast ocean before her held Kauri's attention for a good while after they set out and passed the storm. She had passed through all her people, counted who was present, tried to glaze over who was not, tried to reassure those who had lost.
On a whole, everyone seemed glad to be away from the island, but there were those who were filled with unease. Kauri could not blame them: she hadn't called another place home for years, even if home wasn't the best place to be.
She sought Alden, who wasn't hard to find, though she didn't speak at first. The chimera's eyes were clouded with uncertainty.
"How... how are you doing?"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 21, 2018 19:50:52 GMT -8
After boarding the ship Alden had gotten the village elders to do a headcount so they could be aware of the loses. Then he'd been in contact with Miss Higgs his nanny, letting her know that there was a slight delay. While he could teleport back right now he would wait until tomorrow evening just to make sure everything was proceeding smoothly. All in all, he'd done as he'd claimed resolved things in less than a day, more or less, it was past midnight now but at his orders, they were getting as far from the island as possible despite the late hour.
When Kauri approaches he looks over. He thought of her as young but in all honesty, she was likely of an age with him, he just felt old. Stretched out, worn, and tired. On days like this, it was hard to remember that he was anything other than a killer. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he believed that or if it was a lie he kept telling himself for the sake of his children.
"Fine, I should be asking you that though shouldn't I?"
He musters up a tired smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes though the sentiment behind it is genuine.
"You just lost your home and even some friends, potentially family."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jan 21, 2018 20:23:16 GMT -8
"Hm... well, I'm not going to pretend like I'm alright, but I don't think any of us are, including you."
She sat on the railing, crossing her heels. "It's a little obvious that it's bothering you, but... we've won, haven't we? In a sense. We've been rescued, never to live in a place like that again. What's more, you've no real attachment to us, so why?"
The chimera looked up at Alden with confusion, but not with criticism. She was reaching out to him and it was as sincere as it could be. "Why do you look like you're the one who lost someone today?"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 21, 2018 20:46:41 GMT -8
Alden did not like talking about his past. When he hadn't been sure what it was it had been easy to talk about it. Even when he'd learned some of the bad things he'd done he could still talk about it. Recent revelations had left him not wanting to ever discuss it. The revelation of just what he'd done, what he'd forced himself to forget made bile rise in his throat. He didn't want to discuss it with anyone but he felt Kauri was owed some explanation at the very least.
"I am not a good person Kauri. I have done... terrible, awful, things to innocent people. My friends tell me that since I had no choice in much of what I did, that it is not my fault. But I am still the one who did those things, I may have been a blade wielded by someone else. But that doesn't mean I am not stained in blood, only that some of it is on the hand of the one who wielded me."
He shifts and considers his next words.
"I've been trying to... not atone. I don't think I could ever do enough good to negate what I've done. But I am trying to be better, to end my days doing the right thing. Protecting people, saving lives, and doing some good. Because that's the kind of person I want to be. But today... I am no guardian, I am nothing but a killer. I can save some lives by killing but people still died despite my best efforts because I wasn't good enough. Because even if you use a sword to defend it will never be as effective at saving lives as a shield and I can't be a shield. Everyone that died today, died in part because of that. Because of me. And I have to live that much more blood on my hands."
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Clothes and Equipment: -----------------------------------------------------------
Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jan 21, 2018 21:56:13 GMT -8
Kauri stared at a man who she had just witnessed tearing apart a monster of death, bit by bit. She stared at him and didn't see a shred of the beast she'd seen before. She scanned his face intently, focusing on his eyes.
"I... knew about you," the chimera started, "My mother used to speak about you before I got caught up in all of this. Your name wasn't as big then, but you were getting there. She used to say all kinds of things about you, praising your efforts, and then when I came to see you today... you know, all I could see was a savior. I imposed that on you, the same way everyone imposed all their expectations on your career. All of it." A tiny smirk came to her face. "And, well, I certainly can't say you didn't meet expectations, but-" The smile vanished. Her gaze never left his.
"You know, it was wrong of me to do that. Wrong of them. Know why? Because right now, standing in front of me, I don't see a god. I don't see a beast. I don't even see the Marshal." Her gaze softened. "All I see is a man. Someone who makes bad choices, someone who makes mistakes, someone I don't expect to save everyone... but someone who still ended up saving so many of us anyway. I don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't been there at all." She wiped at the corner of her eye. "To hear you say it wasn't good enough... I can't accept that. You shouldn't accept that."
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