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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 10:24:21 GMT -8
A major part of the Padstow River breaks off and runs through the deeper part of Niska Woods, stretching on for miles through the trees. As a result, the terrain around the river is extremely dense and damp - this being the determined part of the southern lands before it gives away to the darkness of the north. |
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Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan
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Age: Quite old.
Physical Description: About seven feet tall, few have lived to see his face. Behind the tiny slits in his face mask or behind his mysteriously dark cowl one will rarely every be able to see anything beyond a randomly coloured glow of his eyes (from blue to red to green to pure white) however if the light shines just right, they might see deep grey surrounding his nearly always tiny iris. He has visibly large proportions even when covered by his armour. He speaks in a loud, uncompromising voice, raspy yet metallic from with or without metal about his person.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive set of rather oddly shaped yet master-crafted armour. If one pays extremely careful attention to it they will notice it has not a single weak spot, not a single joint, and many will come to realize it is one whole piece when they hear the creaking of bending metal when he walks. He also carries as staff with a sphere at the end, most likely a well cut diamond explaining the medium weight but extreme hardness of it. It is covered in spikes that are astoundingly sharp, just like the point at the bottom part of the staff. He will also carry a compact (though not quite pistol sized) heavy repeater crossbow, with his own blessings upon it. All of these weapons however seem to posses an ability to shift their nature. The armour turns into a rough hooded robe, the staff becomes more akin to an item for worship with a clear cut Cross of the order, only his crossbow remaining the same.
Registered: Sept 30, 2017 5:14:06 GMT -8
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Post by Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan on Oct 30, 2017 6:25:50 GMT -8
From the Order's outpost, Ulrich departed at about the same time as Henke so as to explore a new area, yet if needed reinforce him. He took this time a more elite and mobile force. Thirty Halbruders, twenty Knights, two hundred Sergeants, one hundred crossbows and ten Clerics were all riding in mixed formation with men seemingly randomly scattered; carts were pulled behind them. The Priests were chanting a hymn, whilst the rest had a crossbow at hand and sword nearby. The disaster on the mountains would not be repeated, hopefully. As they rode on sometimes they dismounted to cut a clearing, though the horses blessed by the Saints could go through much terrain ordinary steeds wouldn't dream of, albeit these monstrous beasts were only ridden by the Knights, Clerics and the Inquisitor. Hopefully, no mortal (or immortal) thing would impede them. Another fight this early wouldn't be good for morale.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 6:02:58 GMT -8
Inquisitor Ulrich Lachrimosan This far into the woods, coming upon the main river branch, provided nothing looking to stop them. There was game and other predators, normal by some standards, awaiting out in the trees, but upon seeing the sheer number of men marching through the forest they bound away or skulked off somewhere else. There were a number of deer that fled, and the occasional bear or cat that decided against fighting territory against man. Sadly, this far in - there was no man made bridge over the main part of the river. And it was almost clear as day that something changed once one managed to cross the river. The trees, the grass, the brush - even the very earth seemed... darker on the other side. Almost like it was touched by evil, and some could swear they were being watched and that there were eyes in those dark woods. But for the moment? Nothing sought out their demise.
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