Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 24, 2017 17:05:54 GMT -8
Roxanne's head whipped around at the shouting of the men as they returned from the woods. Attacked? What sort of creatures lurked in the forests that had injured them so badly? They certainly didn't look weak. In fact, she'd hesitate to meet anything that could put them in such a condition. What had possibly happened in there? Before she could speak, though, more newcomers arrived. First, a man with a rather fluffy coat and an unusual accent, who didn't seem to speak the language all that well. Next...a girl? The red-haired woman looked so young, and stuck out like a sore thumb among all the fur-and-armor-clad people of the new village. What was she doing here?
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Fenris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Jun 27, 2017 15:48:41 GMT -8
Fenris heard the exclamations from the forest, as the men yelled that there had been an attack. His eyes narrowed, as he "perked" up, as a fell wind seemed to come from on high. "Hmmm...." he looked upon Flan who immediately offered and found it strange. Not because she was a woman, but because she had just gotten back from the forests, and was so eager to leave again... He was not exactly in charge here either. He saw Eli arrive, and tilted his head at the woman. The settlement seemed to be garnering a bit of attention. He cleared his throat to Ullrich. "I know you are in charge here, but it might be a good idea to send out a small party to deal with this." he looked at Roxanne Fletcher, and then to Flan, and then to Eli Nightshade, as well as the easterner jaromer. He then looked at Ullrich and shrugged. They would do well to keep the place defended, and maintain the schedule he felt. If the thread truly was great it would be best to keep all their people in one place.
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Ullrich
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Registered: Jun 12, 2017 17:14:08 GMT -8
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Post by Ullrich on Jun 27, 2017 18:28:18 GMT -8
The problems kept building up and it hadn't even been a full day had it? The Admiral could only stare at his wounded men as they were carried off by their comrades. The tales of what was out there were certainly disturbing to say the least. Something or someone had attacked them. His men had been so in fright that they had been unable to tell them exactly what it was. His jaw had set and already his mind was going through what he would need to do to deal with whatever was out there. A scouting group might be needed to see what was out there. Or maybe..... His head turned then as he regarded the eagerness of the one known as Flan. And not only that but there was one who would dare speak up. One who would offer his services for a price. The Admiral's jaw sets and his teeth slowly grind as he thinks on whether or not it was a risk. If the man was as good as he was boasting then it might be worth the price. The Norlander offered his own advice on the matter as Emeric just sat and thought on it. Where to go from here. Who to send out to handle the problem for good. "You four will go then." He decided after some time to ponder on it. He turned his head to regard Roxanne Fletcher , Flan , Eli Nightshade , and finally the eastern warrior jaromer with a look of finality on his face. "Arm yourselves however you need. But make certain whatever threat is out there is dealt with." He pauses for a moment to consider his next words, his ORDERS, all the more carefully. "If it is an enemy force then capture who you can. A squire, page, captain or anyone who might have valuable information for our camp." The threat would need to be dealt with but if this was some native force who was seeking to push them away from this endeavor then they would find out just what Venland's forces were capable of if they chose to move on to the encampment.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
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She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 28, 2017 9:23:58 GMT -8
Eli looked a little startled, she had spent merely a handful of hours in the new land even less in the settlement and she was already being bossed about. Something she didn't like. The wounded men, however, hadn't escaped her attention and the witches compassionate thinking of her mind knew that if anyone was capable of helping these people and stopping whatever it was hurting them then she would have no choice. After all isn't this why she had come, to help? She thought to herself flinging her bag off her shoulder and kicking her bag to one side learning against a wall. Her hand fell to her blade which too was runed and they seemed to shimmer as her hand rested on the hilt.
"Lets go then" She said simply, her hand still rested on the hilt of her sword but the angelic runes had faded slightly now, though the ones on her skin seemed to burn a little brighter, as the same for her three willstones which sat above her chest. "The longer we wait the more people die" She added looking at the group, if she could she'd hold off using her powers, hopefully, the angelic runes would be strong enough without summing the elements.
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Flan
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: upper teens
Clothes and Equipment: Ashrah the Demon Sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2016 19:33:28 GMT -8
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Post by Flan on Jun 28, 2017 12:20:57 GMT -8
Flan saluted and left with the other three after finding out where the enemy was seen last. During the trek to the location Flan was positioned on the center left of the party, she took good looks at the strangers. She atleast felt more comfortable around the Varan woman, as she had known and met Varans before. Flannery was still a novice but hoped she could improve with experience.
Being the youngest in the party, she didn't feel like engaging in conversation unless she was spoken to first.
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jaromer
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 30
Physical Description: He doesn't stand out in any particular regard, but the Slavic warrior is roughly as tall as his contemporaries and is built like one would expect a well trained soldier to be. His skin is pale, and covered in various scars. Some of them are from battle, and some of them are from dabbling with forces not natural to this world. His hair is often unkempt and his beard normally overgrown save for the few times a year he manages to get a clean shave and haircut.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly similar to the picture. Due to the harsh climates of his homeland he generally is forced to dress in layers, and prefers light, leather-work armor to prevent his movement from being hindered. His sword of choice is a Shashka that he usually keeps sheathed in a scabbard that hangs on his waist. His shield is covered in runes, and can be sheathed on his back when not in use.
Registered: Jun 18, 2017 10:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by jaromer on Jul 2, 2017 5:31:24 GMT -8
Jaromer had been grouped in with the others to go on this scouting mission. Their goal to find out who, or what, had attacked these soldiers. The easterner did not look forward to splitting the reward four ways but he dealt with it for now. Still a stranger in these parts he did not have a great deal of negotiating power over contracts, at least not yet. "Perhaps we should question the soldiers about what they saw. Might help us figure out what we're going up against." He wouldn't force this action upon the group, instead waiting for the others to decide what to do, whatever their decision was he would go along with it. Though he preferred to be prepared before going off on such ventures.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jul 2, 2017 21:30:52 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced at the others, curiously. What a motley crew Ullrich had chosen. A group of strangers, too. How odd. She wondered what the others could do, and what brought them here. It was strange, really. She'd just wandered in here out of curiosity, and was now being sent on a scouting mission to investigate what had injured those men so badly. Hopefully her new teammates were at least competent. What an odd group, though. A woman about her age, a younger girl, and a swordsman clad in furs. She'd worked with stranger folks before, at least.
"I agree, we should ask the men and figure out what we're looking for. Also, we should probably at least know each other's names before we go out there. I'm Roxanne."
Roxanne had always been careful to make sure to introduce herself, as people often took it upon themselves to give her nicknames when calling out to her. "Blondie" was a popular one, as was "Lollipop", after the candies she tended to suck on when she was out and about. The nicknames irritated her, and she much preferred being called by name. Roxanne was fine, or Roxy, or even Miss Fletcher. Back in Asgeir, her relatives would occasionally call her Polly, from her middle name. Roxanne wasn't super fond of being called Polly, but it sure beat Lollipop.
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Venland
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Jul 3, 2017 0:21:27 GMT -8
Indeed it was strange that strangers would be picked, but not all were strangers, and it was ironic how often such things tended to go. Jaromer and Flan were with them. Fenris would look upon Eli's blade with interest squinting a bit. He smelled something familiar on her too. The scent of a certain dragon he was familiar with, but he made no comment. He did not fully trust her, mostly because she was closer to him in power, yet her intentions seemed pure. After the party would make their introductions to each other, Fenris would of course pull Ullrich aside and discuss how they should pay them. After all, asking them to do such a thing for free was a bit much, but they had been given access to extra supplies if they needed too. They could visit the quarter-master if they felt the need too. Once that was out of the way jaromer Flan Roxanne Fletcher Eli Nightshade would be free to talk to the various workers and scouts that were around the settlement though most of them would be relatively busy. The first of settlers had been here for about a week, so the more civilized looking Midlanders would probably know more than the Norlanders. There was one old midlander in particular that was mumbling something nearer to the outskirts of the area. "Crazy Fritz" was his name. He had a glass-eye, and a peg-leg and had a reputation for being bat-shit insane. He currently was hissing at squirrels in a tree, when he caught wind of the fledgeling party. "Are you all leaving?" he asked in a thick raspy accent. "I seen what lurks out there! Savages! Savages! Their not even human! You best be careful!" "Shaddap Fritz and go boil that damn water I asked you to boil an hour ago!" a man called out. The old-sailor grumbled and began to walk away unless stopped.
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Flan
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: upper teens
Clothes and Equipment: Ashrah the Demon Sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2016 19:33:28 GMT -8
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Post by Flan on Jul 3, 2017 7:00:37 GMT -8
"I'm Flannery. I'll find out if he actually knows anything, I'll meet back up with you." Flan introduced herself, she wasn't sure how viable Fritz' testimony was, but it didn't sound that farfetched. She waved at Crazy Fritz and decided to get some sort of information from him anyway, walking along with him. "Fritz, you said they weren't human? The savages? Could you tell me what they're like?"
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