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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 2, 2017 21:00:31 GMT -8
Once the shining jewel of the south, fabled for its wealth and power, Lhesa vanished from history hundreds of years ago, and faded into myth and legend. Some stories claim that a natural disaster destroyed much of the city, and the survivors fled. Some say that the people of Lhesa fell to decadence and sin, and their undoing came at the hands of barbarian invaders, or the vengeful hand of their own angry gods. Now, a map has been found, claiming to show the location of the fabled city. An undisclosed financier has put together an expedition to follow the map and find the city. Untold dangers and incredible treasures await... The coastline of the island is a tangled mass of mangroves, making landfall difficult. Further inland, thick vegetation makes overland travel similarly troublesome. The white stone of taller buildings in the city proper can be seen rising above the trees from the sea, but once in the jungles, visibility is limited to relatively close ranges. Up close, the city is much more fallen and in disrepair than it appears from a distance. The buildings are largely still standing, but where there had once been wooden doors and shutters, they now stand open to the elements. The streets are broken and overgrown with plants, and the tile roofs of many of the smaller buildings have fallen in. And yet, the ruined city is still beautiful. Marble statues of men and women carved with incredible detail and skill stand tall and majestic almost everywhere, and even the ones that have fallen and broken remain strikingly beautiful. Even the smallest and most humble buildings are decorated with intricately-carved scenes of heroes and animals. Standing in the ruins of hundreds of years of neglect, it is easy to believe that at its height, maybe the place had brought artists and architects to tears as the legends say ---[Thread description will be updated as the explorers find more of the city]---
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on Jun 2, 2017 21:17:39 GMT -8
Lady Magma made incredible time crossing the sea, the former pirate hunter being everything Captain Jack had said and then some. The crew were a rough and rowdy, cut from the best sailors of a dozen nations, or so the captain had claimed. In any case, they were sufficient to the task of keeping the ship at peak performance. Off-duty, they were prone to drinking and gambling, and the occasional boxing or wrestling match broke out, but the officers saw to it that things stayed sporting and no serious conflicts arose. Ramike Thorval, Feanor Vala, @likethecupcakes, and Ravven Fletcher were more or less at liberty. As long as they didn’t get in the way of the crew at work or stir up trouble, Jack seemed content to leave them to their business with only the occasional jab and jibe of the same sort he seemed to throw at everyone and everything, including the crew, officers, the ship, the sun, the wind, the sea, their mission, and occasionally himself. “What screwheaded landlubber let this salty old bastard in charge of this boondoggle in the first place?” Tavish turned out to be a small, unassuming scholar with a penchant for talking to the crew about their travels over dice or riddle games. He didn’t seem to be an adventuring sort, but his expansive knowledge of far-off lands and nearly-endless appetite for adding to his considerable repertoire of stories and tales by listening to the sailors tell their quickly made him something of a mascot and good luck charm to the crew. (Feel free to drop a post about how you spend your time on the voyage. You have a week at sea before you reach the island)
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jun 4, 2017 8:39:38 GMT -8
Ravven stayed mostly to himself during the voyage, although he observed the antics of the sailors with interest. Despite his discomfort at being confined in such a small space with so many people, he could usually find a corner to keep to himself in. He also did express interest in Feanor, keeping his distance most of the time but observing the elf nonetheless. Rarely was Ravven found without a pen and his logbook, constantly scribbling away in it about life on the boat.
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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 Jun 4, 2017 11:54:30 GMT -8
Feanor spent a considerable amount of time on the boat learning from the crew how it operated. The elf was intelligent enough to keep out of the way, but he picked things up quickly and had even made a few friends amongst the crew during his time. Ravven's slightly strange behavior towards him was nothing new, people tended to stare a bit anyway. The work was enough to keep him in shape, and when he wasn't learning how the ship worked he was training in the holds.
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Registered: Apr 26, 2024 1:13:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 14:40:53 GMT -8
It wasn't Debbie's first time on a boat. Indeed, not only did she seem quite comfortable sailing but she seemed to know how to. When the sailors called out orders to one another she seemed to instinctively move to obey the command before stopping herself after realizing what she was doing. She did her best to earn the sailors' trusts by handing out sweets on their break and talking with them warmly, smiling politely as she did so. She even attempted to get in on some of the boxing and wrestling matches, usually met with denying access either because she was too large to fight or because she was a woman.
When not socializing with potential pirates, she spent her days getting to know the rest of her group and their combat styles and abilities, then spending the nights tailor-making potions and pastries that would best suit the group's needs and weaknesses. Ultimately she was an upbeat woman who's large size hid a gentle girl just wanting to make friends.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 5, 2017 10:32:47 GMT -8
The week at sea passed more or less uneventfully. @likethecupcakes proved to be popular with the sailors, and not just because of her looks. Between her friendly nature, her ready supply of sweets, and her willingness to engage on their level, she found herself one of the more popular individuals aboard the Magma. Casual innuendo and lewd comments were the norm on the ship, but anyone that took it too far was quickly corrected by a sound thrashing by his shipmates. Feanor Vala found that some of the sailors enjoyed taking some time now and then to show someone the ropes (literally), and before long could call himself at least passably competent at several basic shipboard tasks. Since he chose to mostly keep to himself, Ravven Fletcher wasn’t bothered by the crew in general. They would be reasonably polite when interacting, but mostly, they chose to let him do his thing after the first few chats didn’t go anywhere. On the morning of the eighth day, the excited shout sounded from the crows’ nest. “Land ho! Dead ahead!” Tavish bolted to the foredeck straining to make out the island in the distance, and smiling like a kid in a candy store. As they approached, more and more of the island came into view. The coastline was thick with vegetation, and further back the tops of stone buildings could be seen among the trees. Unfortunately, sailing in closer, it became apparent that the jungle didn’t just come down right to the coast, but out into the water as well. She shore of the island was a tangled mess of mangrove. They sailed along the coast for miles before the spotter noticed a rocky outcrop where the shore was actually accessible.
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on Jun 5, 2017 10:33:40 GMT -8
“Right, then! Drop anchor! Lower the whaler, you dogs!” Captain Jack shouted to the crew as they made ready, the officers relaying more specific commands to individual crewmen in his wake. A contingent of half a dozen sailors lowered a smaller boat into the sea and began loading it with supplies. “You lot! Get your gear. Time get your pansy asses ashore and earn your keep.” He pointed to @likethecupcakes , Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , Ramike Thorval , and Tavish each in turn, then to the rope ladder being dropped over the side down to the smaller boat. It was long and narrow and pointed at both ends, with a single dismountable mast and oars for the crew as well. It obviously built primarily for speed, just like Lady Magma herself.
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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 Jun 5, 2017 17:17:08 GMT -8
Feanor wasted no time in descending the ladder, his few meager possessions that were not already strapped, belted, or tied to his attire hastily gathered as soon as the sighting was called in. For the first time since he had met any of them, he wore leather armor, emblazoned with the gold and silver symbol of Mithlonde, a half-mountain, with a bird circling the very peak. It fit well, and matched the color of the feathers on his arrow and the sheath that held his sword.
He did not climb the ladder down so much as slide down, landing lightly in the boat and reaching up to help lower any gear into the boat that his team may possess.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jun 6, 2017 7:33:21 GMT -8
Ravven scampered down the ladder with ease, taking a seat in the boat as he hopped off the ladder into it. He was wearing his usual gray colored cloak over black trousers and a black shirt. The only objects he carried was his pack which he wore on his back and his odd looking staff.
Once seated in the boat, Ravven’s attention was primarily on the island they would be going to. It certainly looked like a mess from a distance, there would be probably be all kinds of unfortunate jungle bugs and the like. Sighing to himself, Ravven just hoped there would be some treasure to make the ordeal they were about to undertake worth it.
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Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on Jun 6, 2017 8:40:08 GMT -8
Ramike spent her time on the voyage socializing with the crew, though none of them seemed quite as eager to talk to her as they did to Debbie, and that was just fine. She wouldn't know how to react if those lewd comments were directed at her. She often snuck off to some remote part of the ship and transform into the lovely brown hawk away from prying eyes and fly a distance from the ship. Never wandering too far, she caught fish and flew with the other birds around her, always returning to the ship before she flew too far away.
Upon arrival, she did as she was told, gathering her gear and descending the rope ladder, off to unlock whatever secrets hid on this island. She took a seat next to Ravven, and adjusted her bow that clung so tightly around her body.
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Registered: Apr 26, 2024 1:13:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 8:03:20 GMT -8
Debbie hopped off the boat with her backpack on her shoulder, waving to the soldiers as she did so with a big smile.
"THanks again for the ride!" She called to them, "And Steve, you should really get that rash looked at the next time your in port. I think it'll do you wonders!"
She turned back to the group, head held high as she looked down to the rest. Her red hair blew in the slight sea breeze as she walked over and joined everyone.
"Well, then, are we going to find a place to sleep first or shall we immediately get into it?" She asked as she pulled free her hammer. The weapon was massive- a thick metal pole with a gold-line sledgehammer head attached to it, the weapon was almost as tall as she was and dwarfed anyone else. It was clearly a heavy weapon yet she was able to pick it up gracefully with both her hands.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 7, 2017 9:36:41 GMT -8
The whaleboat made swift passage from Lady Magma to the island. The crew pulled up to the ledge of stone where the mangroves couldn’t grow. At low tide, it would have risen several feet above the waterline, requiring some climbing to disembark, but at the moment, they could simply row right to the shore and drag the boat up above the waterline. The space was clear in a rough half-ellipse, perhaps seventy yards wide and twenty deep. To either side, a tangle of mangroves hugged the waterline. Lush ferns grew along the edge of the jungle, and beyond, heavy brush and vines obscured the space between the trees. The songs and cries of birds filled the air. It was bright and hot and humid, but the stiff breeze that hurried the boat along under sail also made the weather more than pleasant than harsh. “It is still a few hours short of noon, Miss.” Tavish addressed Debbie, but clearly intended the whole group to be a part of the conversation. “I don’t think it would be prudent to waste a whole day here already.” He shouldered his pack, adjusting the straps until it sat comfortably on his back, then pulled out a machete and strode towards the treeline. Given their orders, the sailors followed, carrying their own loads as well as the group gear. Most of the supplies were rolled in heavy canvas and hauled between long poles, with one sailor at each end. The canvas would easily make for three fairly large tents, and they brought food and water for several days. They also brought ropes, shovels, hatchets and other tools, in addition to what @likethecupcakes , Feanor Vala , Ravven Fletcher , and Ramike Thorval carried on their own.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 12:54:26 GMT -8
"Let's be off then, just make sure to keep an eye out for a good spot," the elf said jovially, stepping softly into the sand and following Tavish towards the trees. The thought of bringing a machete had not occurred to the elf, who usually preferred to not leave a trail when he moved through the woods, but in hindsight it would do well to allow others who weren't as nimble as he was to pass through the woods as well.
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Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on Jun 7, 2017 19:38:17 GMT -8
Ramike followed after Tavish and the others, pulling her large dagger from the strap on her thigh. She knew it would do little against the thick brush, but she needed the comfort. She did not know what awaited the company once they were past the treeline. She half jogged, half walked to catch up to Faenor and Tavish.
"What do you know of this place?" She directed her question to Tavish. "I know we seek the lost city, but do you know what we may find between here and our destination?" She thought of the possible dangers in this dense jungle. She was not frightened, merely showing the caution that her years wandering the realm had bestowed upon her.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jun 8, 2017 8:07:43 GMT -8
Ravven followed the group a bit hesitantly into the trees, staying close behind Feanor Vala. Out of everyone here he trusted Feanor the most to avoid any traps or dangerous things in the jungle. Even with this in mind, Ravven still poked at the ground in front of him with his walking staff incessantly, checking for any hidden pitfalls or other potential traps with it. Although he was clearly listening to the others conversation, he didn’t speak himself other than warning others of hazards he noticed. That’s where most of his attention was, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any potential dangers.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 8, 2017 9:15:39 GMT -8
Tavish called back over his shoulder to Ramike Thorval as he walked, speaking loudly enough for all to hear and join in the conversation if they cared to. “Well, this was all settled land just a few hundred years ago, so it isn’t truly as wild as it might seem. Or, at least most of it was. They may have left some of the island virgin wilderness as preserves or something like that.” He chopped his way through the thick brush as he spoke, mostly watching what he was doing, but turning back occasionally to look at @likethecupcakes , Feanor Vala , Ravven Fletcher , and the others. “Most of these plants are actually decorative garden plants. A lot of the vines are night-blooming flowers. The ferns are the sort you see growing around the fronts of houses and along paths. They just spread out when there was no one here to tend them. I doubt they left much in the way of large predators on the island, and it’s not like tigers or leopards could just walk here. I’m sure we will find lots of garden and orchard plants overrun, a wide variety of birds, and little else of note between here an- AAAAAA!” The man’s commentary cut off in a scream of surprise and panic as a thick vine snapped out of the underbrush and wrapped around his leg, jerking him off of his feet. He shouted and hacked at the vine with his machete, but several more vines reached out, quickly entangling his arms as well and dragging him through the ferns. “Ya-te-veo! Help! Help!” Tavish shouted and trashed as the vines pulled him in. At the other end, not immediately visible, but easily found by following the motion, was a smallish tree, perhaps twenty-feet tall, with a mass of green vines instead of branches. Bones littered the ground among the large pinkish-purple flowers blooming in the grass around the base of the tree, giving a grim indication of the nature of the plant and what would happen to Tavish if he wasn’t rescued.
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Registered: Apr 26, 2024 1:13:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 9:41:29 GMT -8
"S-Sir!" Debbie cried out as the tree grappled him and pulled him into the air. Wasting no time, she charged the tree with her hammer in both hands hoping that her allies would shoot down any vines or plants that attempted to grapple her as well (although she never mentioned it beforehand, it was something they spoke of during the trip). She stopped short of the tree's roots and planting her foot into the ground as she wound up an attack with her hammer, looking like she was ready to hit a home run with a weapon the size of a canoe. Due to her size the hammer was over the heads of the other members, but the intensity Debbie held it was so immense that pressure could be felt emanating from her. With the might of the gods, she twisted her entire body and swung the hammer around her, hitting the tree with enough force to shatter bone and crush stone. The shockwave from its movement kicked up dust around her feet, splinters from the tree's bark exploded behind it in line with the impact sight of the hammer. The tree was mostly likely strong enough to resist being uprooted from the attack, but it felt as though a truck had hit it dead on.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Jun 8, 2017 10:09:55 GMT -8
Ravven cursed under his breath as the vines wrapped around Tavish, his hands immediately opening up the cloak he wore. In a smooth motion that he had surely practiced countless times, Ravven threw out a barrage of daggers, aimed at the various vines wrapped around Tavish’s appendages. There was a total of five daggers thrown, none of them poisoned, as Ravven didn’t see the need in using such things against the vines at the present. Although the weapons might not completely cut through the vines, Ravven hoped they would damage them enough to let Tavish at least free himself. The vines were certainly concerning to Ravven, but the young man wasn’t foolish enough to stop watching for possible threats from behind the group. There might be a predator stalking them and waiting to strike during the confusion caused by the vines after all.
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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 Jun 10, 2017 15:25:38 GMT -8
Feanor reacted quickly after sighting the tree through the brush, pulling out an arrow and wrapping a rag around the tip. He then poured a small amount of oil on it, drawing a match and lighting the whole thing. These acts were performed as unobtrusively as possible, and while they were done a tad haphazardly, the arrow did not need to go very far and it was the best he could do in a small amount of time. He saw no value in shooting a regular arrow or attacking with his sword, the pile of bones was likely full of people who had tried to attack with mundane weaponry. Feanor was a good enough archer to hit the writhing mass of vines with the weighted fire arrow, though it would strike to the left of where he wanted to hit.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 11, 2017 8:38:10 GMT -8
Tavish thrashed and kicked against the vines trying to wrap him up. One of the vines partially cut by Ravven Fletcher ’s thrown knives snapped and jerked back to the tree. With his newly-freed hand, he grabbed his own knife from his belt and started hacking at the vines in desperation. The oil-soaked arrow drifted slightly off-center, but struck among the vines in the upper portion of the tree. It didn’t go up in immediate flames, but the dark smoke that began to rise from near the point of impact and the wild flailing of the the nearby vines indicated that Feanor Vala ’s certainly hadn’t been a useless shot. A couple of the remaining vines reached out for @likethecupcakes , but it was apparently unprepared for someone to run towards it rather than away, and before they could get a grip on the woman’s arms, her massive hammer slammed against the trunk. A loud crack sounded through the clearing, followed by creaking and splintering as a large section of the trunk split vertically, revealing the pale, almost white wood inside. Most of the snakelike vines retracted and immediately wrapped themselves around the split trunk, squeezing the tree back together. Tavish, who had been dropped to the grass when they pulled back, scrambled away as fast as he could.
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