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 11, 2017 16:47:13 GMT -8
Feeling rather useless in the storm of events, Ramike ran towards Tavish with a ball of flame forming in the palm of her hand. Before she had the chance to attack the vines, he was free. Extinguishing her flame, she crouched beside him and made sure he was all right.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, inspecting for any damage that may have been done. Before he could answer, she pulled her pack off and began digging for medical supplies.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 26, 2024 17:50:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2017 13:05:53 GMT -8
The recoil of the hammer caused Debbie to stagger on her feet, moving one before the other before regaining her balance and doubling back to the group and leaving the tree to recover. She grabbed Ramike and Tavish and lead them away.
"Do that later!" She called to them, "We need to get away from that thing before it tries to attack us again!"
Practically tossing the two behind her, Debbie spun around on her heal to call to Ravven and Feanor.
"Come! Let's get out of here!"
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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 13, 2017 16:47:06 GMT -8
As his companions gathered up their fallen comrade, Feanor's rate of fire increased, taking aim at any vines that would seek to pursue them as they slowly withdrew. Once the other members of his party had passed where he stood, the elf slowly backed away, keeping up his steady covering fire should the vines pursue, stepping backwards after every shot, or backing away slowly if they did not pursue.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 14, 2017 8:51:15 GMT -8
The tree lashed at the retreating figures a few times, but between Feanor Vala ’s arrows, the smoldering ember among its branches, and the need to literally hold itself together, it was no longer capable of presenting the threat it had a few moments before. Tavish recovered his machete and brandished it menacingly in the direction of the tree, then dusted himself and turned to the rest of the group with a wide grin. “Well, we showed that weed a thing or two, didn’t we? Thanks for the assist, by the way. Ya-te-veo can be dangerous when they catch you off-guard like that. Strange to find one here, though… like I was saying before, these are mostly garden and landscaping plants. Ya-te-veo usually only grow far from civilization. People tend to be pretty aggressive about clearing them out.” He looked around at the group, doing a quick head count. Feanor, @likethecupcakes , Ramike Thorval , Ravven Fletcher , the sailors gathering up their things again and eying the nearby plant life with a new sense of fear and respect… it seemed they got away without losing anyone. “Well. That is our first mystery, I suppose. Onward?” Without waiting for an answer, Tavish turned and started hacking his way through the jungle again.
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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 14, 2017 10:38:47 GMT -8
“Won’t need to tell me twice.” Ravven said in response to Debbie’s call for him to leave the area. Running forward at a swift jog, he slowed down as he approached Tavish. Judging by the man's words, he wasn’t too shaken up by the vines attack. “Ya-te-veo? I’ve never heard of that before. I’d like to believe we won’t run into any more of those, but if you say they grow in places far from civilization…” Following after Tavish as the man began hacking away at the various vegetation in his way, Ravven held a throwing knife in his right hand. He might not have time to reach into his coat against some of the threats in this jungle.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 17, 2017 10:52:01 GMT -8
“Ya-te-veo.” Tavish nodded and strode boldly through the brush, chopping away with his machete. “It’s the name of the tree back of there. They’re aggressive and dangerous, as you saw for yourself. They’re a threat to livestock, pets, unwary travelers… people go out of their way to wipe them out if they can. And since they can’t move, it’s not that hard, once you know where it is.” He glanced back over his shoulder to the group for a moment, then continued chopping his way through the brush. “I can’t figure out how one got out here, though. The Lhessians would have cleared out any that were here long ago. And last time I checked, most trees aren’t really equipped to cross the sea.” The rest of the day passed more or less uneventfully. Tavish cheerfully pointed out exotic plants and birds as they traveled, mentioning which were poisonous, which were medicinal, which had unusual reproductive habits, and a plethora of other trivia. As he had said before, most of what they saw were garden plants, long since overgrown and spread across the island. The birds as well were often natives of far-off lands and probably imported as pets for the wealthy locals. In the evening, they found what Tavish and the sailors considered a good place to set up camp. After hacking back a rather substantial amount of ferns, at least. As night fell, the sounds of the jungle changed. Most of the birds quieted, but a few nocturnal ones took up their own calls. The night was warm enough that the fire was only needed for cooking and enough light to see by. After dinner, on by one, the crew drifted off to their tents to sleep. Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , @likethecupcakes , and Ramike Thorval were left to stay up as long as they cared to with a reminder from Tavish that he intended to set out soon after dawn if possible.
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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 18, 2017 8:59:41 GMT -8
Feanor found the description of the exotic plants and birds to be fascinating, many of them, while similar to some he had seen before, were nonetheless unique, and utterly fascinating to the far-travelling elf. He would counter the trivia with some of his own, making inquiries about the plants that seemed to be useful, especially the medicinal ones, several of which he gathered up into his treatment pouch.
Following dinner, Feanor volunteered to take first watch for a couple hours, promising to wake whoever wanted second watch.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 26, 2024 17:50:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 22:20:23 GMT -8
Debbie wanted to use her down time to research. Asking the expedition group, she requested any information on the plantlife in the area. She was confident her physical prowess would be enough to hold one Ya-te-veo at bay, but more than one at once? She felt she would be in danger. Perhaps there was a weakness of some sort she could exploit? Perhaps she could brew a poisonous potion to force feed it. After her dinner she retired to her tent with a couple of tomes to educate herself for the future events. Eventually she would find her eyelids get heavy, giving her enough reason to finally lay back and get a good night's rest.
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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 20, 2017 14:52:02 GMT -8
Ravven nodded at Tavish’s explanation about Ya-te-veo, although he still wasn’t sure why the man was so surprised to find it here. Couldn’t it have been mostly wiped out by the population a long time ago but the few surviving remnants grew back in the absence of civilization? He didn't know much at all about the subject, however, so he would take the expert's word on it over his idle speculation. Ravven wolfed down his meal at the campfire rather quickly and then promptly climbed into his tent, curling up inside it. He couldn’t say it was a very comfortable place to sleep and he didn’t like how warm the air was, but he was tired from their travels that day and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. He intended to write in his journal the next morning, but his current priority was getting as much sleep in as he could.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 20, 2017 22:23:38 GMT -8
Tavish seemed to relish conversation with Feanor Vala about the local flora as the evening wound down. Several mildly medicinal herbs were readily available just in the vicinity of the camp, in fact, reputedly good for headaches, stomach cramps, and the like. “This type of fern, I believe, is mildly toxic, though,” he added, waving towards a plant as if there was any direction it wasn’t growing. “It is pretty enough for decorating, obviously. Of course, you would need to eat a great deal of it before you had worse than stomach pain and vomiting. The very dangerous ones are the pink hanging ones that look like little trumpets.” Since she was listening specifically for such information, @likethecupcakes would almost certainly want to listen more closely upon hearing that. “They are pretty, and relatively hardy, and have a pleasing fragrance that intensifies in the evenings. It made them popular garden flowers among the Lhessian nobles. But they are also highly poisonous, causing terrifying hallucinations, extreme pain, and often death. It is said that brewing the leaves into tea and drinking it was one of the methods by which prospective priests would be sorted, but I find that highly suspect.” The night passed uneventfully, aside from the occasional call of the night birds and jungle predators that might have interrupted the dreams of some of the lighter sleepers in the group. The ever-enthusiastic Mister Tavish was among the first to awake, speaking at some length about the history and culture of Lhesa over breakfast. “They say that trespassers in the temple would be carried away by the bastão, some sort of bat demon creatures that served the goddess. Superstitions of that sort are a common way of frightening off thieves in many cultures. Eventually, they tend to migrate into fairy tales to frighten children. Or it might be that the priests had some magic that could summon such creatures to serve as guards. Little of their faith survives, unfortunately. They rarely spoke of it to outsiders. Something of a mystery cult, really.” Soon after the camp was packed up, Tavish was once again swinging his machete and leading Ramike Thorval , Ravven Fletcher , and the others into the jungle, chattering away excitedly. “With any luck, we will reach the city proper this afternoon. Then we can see how well the buildings have stood up to the centuries. They say that Lhessian architecture was a wonder to behold, and travelers from other lands would sometimes weep at the beauty of the city. Poetic exaggeration, I’m sure, but it will be interesting to see, at the very least, right?”
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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 23, 2017 15:04:25 GMT -8
Ravven raised an eyebrow when Tavish mentioned the bat demons possibly being a superstition. “With the amount of encounters I’ve had with creatures of the demonic variety, I wouldn’t be very surprised if these ‘bastão’ actually do exist. If we do find a temple of sorts at Lhesa, I’ll personally be keeping my eyes open for such things. Too many close calls in the past to not be worried about beast of the demonic variety.” The young man was glad to hear it seemed they would be reaching the city itself by the afternoon, it hadn’t even been but a day, but he was already fed up with tramping through the jungle. The better they reached the ruins the better, not just so they could explore them, but so he could get out of this bloody jungle. “I can’t remember if this has been mentioned already, but how long ago exactly was Lhesa in its prime?”
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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 25, 2017 14:38:46 GMT -8
Feanor took special note of the pink flowers that hung like trumpets, such powerful hallucinogens would be useful in the future, and perhaps a seed or two could make it back to Mithlonde, for the botanists and mages there to investigate.
"They said the same about my city before the Cataclysm, and now we weep for what was lost when we gaze upon it. As for these bat demons, I would agree with Ravven, too many encounters with similar creatures in the depths of night have left me with a very open mind."
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jun 28, 2017 9:03:59 GMT -8
“As I said, it is entirely possible that the priests had some sort of magic to summon guardian creatures of some sort.” Tavish nodded, hacking his way through the jungles. “But there have been no priests for many years to summon any, or to maintain the magic on previous summonings. Even if they were real, it is hardly likely there are any still in the temples after this long. Lhesa has been lost for eight hundred years, after all.” His constant narration continued throughout the day, as it had the day before. He pointed a few new plants that hadn’t been growing in the areas they had already passed through, and reminded the group about the hazards of the trumpet-shaped flowers when they passed close by a particularly large number of them. The scent was exactly as pleasant as advertised, and it was easy to imagine its use as a perfume. “They had quite tamed the island, of course. That is why we can be reasonably confident that there are no large predators here. They didn’t exactly leave tigers or wyverns to wander the countryside and prey on their children and livestock. The largest predator I’ve seen sign of since we got here has been sea eagles. And with no farmers to tend to them for this long, it seems none of the livestock could survive on their own. There!” Tavish let out a whoop and pointed ahead. Through the trees, they could see a hill rising ahead. Along the sides and the crown of the hill, white marble buildings could be plainly seen among the trees. It was overgrown, and there was no sign of inhabitants, exactly as they had expected. It was hard to tell from a distance, but by all appearances, the buildings seemed sound and whole, rather than crumbling. Ravven Fletcher , Feanor Vala , @likethecupcakes , Ramike Thorval , Tavish, and the sailors had, after more than three-quarters of a millennium, finally rediscovered the Lost City of Lhesa.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 9:15:47 GMT -8
The entire trek Debbie remained silent and only listened intently. Mostly because she wanted to hear more than speak and partly because she was exhausted. Constant walking through thick jungles had left her in a zombie-like state as she merely wandered in the same direction as the expedition, coincidentally heading down the same path that they would be. By the end she was slouching over, sighing once in a while as she forced herself to keep up with the others. Whenever she would get to the point she might pass out, Debbie would pull a red-frosted cupcake from her pouch and practically inhale it. Soon after she would stand up to her full height once more as if she had gained her second wind. This would continue for however long the trek was.
As they approached the city, Debbie leaned against a nearby tree to catch her breath. Wiping the sweat from her brow and exhaling any fatigue she had gathered, she rejoined the group and looked in the same direction as they did. She covered her eyes, squinting into the distance until she could also see the ruins.
"Huh...." She thought out loud, "For a lost city, it wasn't really that hard to find...."
Debbie removed her backpack and went through it.
"Well, since we're here, I've prepared a few spells to help us out," She said as she squatted down to rummage for her pastries, "I didn't know what each person needed specifically so I prepared a few generic ones. Light, strength-increasing spells, trapfinding, poison and disease immunity, that sort of thing. If you'd like any now they would last all day so it's better to eat them sooner than later."
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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 30, 2017 7:45:46 GMT -8
Ravven listened to Tavish’s comments on the island, although the majority of Ravven’s attention seemed to be on their surroundings. He seemed slightly on edge, perhaps it was just from the jungles uncomfortable environment or maybe it had been the mention of demons. He let out a sigh of relief when Tavish announced they had found it. Running forward slightly so he was standing beside Tavish, Ravven took in what parts of the city they could currently see from this distance. From what he could tell, the city was in far better shape than the shambling ruins he had been expecting. Hell, it looked better than some cities in the Overworld he had traveled to and this wasn’t even being actively maintained. “I’d like the poison immunity pastry if you don’t mind. It probably won’t be needed today, but who can say what we’ll run into inside these abandoned structures.”
Assuming Debbie gave Ravven the pastry in question, he would eat it rather quickly, feeling a little bit safer now that he didn’t have to worry about some poison bug or plant.
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 2, 2017 12:43:59 GMT -8
Tavish gave the group enough time to take in the sight of the city ahead, and then to partake of @likethecupcake’s magic food if they wished. Or maybe he was just soaking in the sense of accomplishment now that the goal was literally in sight. For whatever reason, he was uncharacteristically quiet and still for several minutes. Ravven Fletcher , Ramike Thorval , Feanor Vala , and the others had time to make whatever preparations they deemed necessary before moving on. When they started moving again, though, he resumed the constant commentary, pointing out that as close as they were, all this must have been farmland or pastures for animals when the city was populated. As they traveled, the lost city came in and out of view between the trees and brush of the jungle, each time closer and more clear than the last. Cutting their way through the jungle took time, though, and the hill was further away than it had first appeared. By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, the sun was low in the sky, and evening was already drifting towards night. Up close, the city was much more fallen and in disrepair than it had seemed from a distance. The buildings were largely still standing, but where there had once been wooden doors and shutters, they now stood open to the elements. The streets were broken and overgrown with plants, and the tile roofs of many of the smaller buildings had fallen in. And yet, the ruined city was still beautiful. Marble statues of men and women carved with incredible detail and skill stood tall and majestic almost everywhere they looked, and even the ones that fallen and broken remained strikingly beautiful. Even the smallest and most humble buildings were decorated with intricately-carved scenes of heroes and animals. Tavish stared at it all, his mouth hanging open in awe. Standing in the ruins of hundreds of years of neglect, it was easy to believe that at its height, maybe the place had brought artists and architects to tears after all. “Sir?” One of the sailors cleared his throat and pointed to the quickly darkening sky, “Maybe we should set up camp in one of these buildings for the night…” Tavish shook out of his stunned silence and nodded, then looked to the rest of the group. “Yes… or maybe outside the city proper, just in case. What do you three think? You are the professionals, 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.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Jul 3, 2017 10:32:06 GMT -8
Feanor bristled a bit at the mention of taming the island. His own people had attempted such a thing, and many seers believed that this had angered nature which in turn caused the unlikely series of events that collapsed half the city. The ranger knew better, but to see another civilization that had done the same and then ended like his almost had was a tad sobering. He also would have enjoyed seeing such uniquely large predators as were likely to be found on the island. Lhesa was absolutely breathtaking up close, and the ranger found himself much in the same silent state as Tavish, until the sailor interrupted with his question.
"From a purely mechanical perspective, we should camp outside until we get a chance to evaluate what buildings are safe to stay in. The gods only know what kind of mold or fungus grows amongst these ruins, not to mention we do not know the integrity of the floors and walls."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 12:36:19 GMT -8
"Being outside a building would be just as dangerous." Debbie chimed in after Feanor spoke. She had distributed her edible potions to her compatriots, all of which tasted simply like delicious pastries. If it weren't for Debbie's assurance they could be mistaken for the mundane sweets found in a bakery. She walked over and observed some of the walls from a distance, looking back and forth once in a while to gather in all the information she could.
"We'd be outside the building and open to any roaming dangers that inhabit this city. Call it cliche, but to assume an ancient ruins doesn't have its fair share of wandering guardians would misguided optimism."
She didn't appear as astounded by the sites as the other, looking less impressed and more concerned. Her wary movements as they entered the city (hammer out, hunched slightly) gave away her cautious attitude as she scanned the streets for something unwanted.
"To be honest, I don't feel comfortable staying the night here at all. Something seems...off about this place. I can't put my finger on it and I hope I'm just wrong. I would suggest we continue until we find a more secure location to rest....even these buildings give me the creeps."
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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 Jul 4, 2017 9:25:02 GMT -8
Even though the buildings were more damaged upon up close inspection than they had appeared to be from far away, Ravven was still quite impressed by the city. If it wasn’t almost night already he’d be wanting to start searching the city for artifacts and information right away, but considering it was about to become night, there wouldn’t be enough time for that. There also seemed to be a slight difference of opinion on where to stay for the night, he should probably say something regarding that… “Well, if we stay in a building for the night, I’d suggest we pick the smallest one we can find so it’s easier to check if they’re safe with torches. Larger ones would be too big to search out the dangers of efficiently, but it could be done with some of these smaller buildings I think. If we decide to camp outside I think we should have our back to one of the larger buildings walls, harder for predators to approach us if we do that, unless there are ones that drop down from the buildings or something. I’d personally like to think things like that don’t exist around here.” Ravven wasn’t sure what he thought on the topic of the city having “wandering guardians” as Debbie had put it, but he did agree the city felt a bit odd. What exactly had happened to the people of Lhesa that had caused what appeared to be a successful civilization to just vanish?
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Post by The Lost City of Lhesa on Jul 7, 2017 13:06:54 GMT -8
Tavish nodded as he listened to Ravven Fletcher , @likethecupcakes , and Feanor Vala explain their points of view. It made sense. They didn’t know if the buildings were safe, and taking the time to start searching now might be a bad plan. By the time they found one sound enough for their purpose, it might be very late, indeed. And that wasn’t even accounting for what be wandering the grounds of the city. “Alright. Outside, then. Maybe against one of the larger walls, as Raven suggested.” He looked around for a moment, appraising the nearby section of the city and the jungle behind them, then pointed away to his right. “There. That looks like a manor house with a sturdy garden wall. If we set up against the outside of it, that should give us a modicum of defense in that direction, and we won’t be trespassing if there are some kind of guardians still in the city, as Debbie pointed out. It shouldn’t take us long to follow it until we find a section that is still sound enough that we can be confident it won’t fall on us in our sleep, right?” Assuming the idea inspired no protests, Tavish led the explorers back out and around, following the wall until they found a section that they could all agree was sturdy and sound, then directed the sailors to set up the camp. Again, there was significant brush to clear in order to make the campsite ready first. Compared to the jungle camp from the night before, though, there was less of the thick fern, and more herbs and flowers, including a significant amount of the pink trumpet flowers Tavish had pointed out before. A sweet, and quite pleasant, fragrance filled the evening air, and if not for the mysterious ruins looming so close to hand, it would have been easy to imagine that they were enjoying dinner at a lovely garden party.
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