Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Apr 9, 2018 9:37:01 GMT -8
Rudiger was taken aback slightly by the ability of Edith to shrug off the death of Flinn. But, he knew that people dealt with grief differently, that sometimes grief took time to creep into your life, others it struck one like running into a brick wall. But, now they had a task to focus on, a goal to work towards. Pushing the images of Flinn's lifeless eyes out of his mind, he followed Edith into the inn, and started to focus on the true mission now, get back Khepri. He owed his life to her, and he would repay the favor.
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Apr 9, 2018 19:50:13 GMT -8
Edith held her handout, bringing with it the ever-present chill when ever magic was used. A gentle flame sparked illuminating the room.
aside from the rows of various wines and herbs set in net cupboards and cubby holes, there were several wardrobes, manikins wearing sets of various armor, and even a weapons rack. All of it had a thick layer of dust.
" Watch your step." The woman said moving through the rows to one of the wardrobes. " I don't think I have a lance, but swords and shields were common enough." She said shuffling through one of the drawers... faint clinking of metal chimed through the root cellar.
" Ah, here we are." The woman said with a smile before moving back to Rudi with a closed hand. " Wear theses," Said ordered, handing the man two silver rings, one held an amber stone shaped like a triangle, while the other was a rectangular sappier. Both of the rings had scroll work running down either side of the band, but what it might say was anyone's guess, not even Edith knew exactly what it said.
The rings produced their own chill as they grew in size to match the knight's fingers...
" You'll have to name them, but once you do you will be able to call forth a shield and sword."
" They are no replacement for an honest sword and shield, as they can't be called for if you're in a nullification field, but they will stay once called forth. Likewise, you can not release them if you're in the field. " She went on as she turned back to the armory that was her root cellar.
"I've never seen sword nor shield of their like break. We used a sword to hold a castle's ceiling from falling on us once." She paused, running her hands over a set of plate mail made for a woman, not much taller than her.
" Magic such as telekinesis, flame spells and other 'projected" magics don't seem to bother them none either. "The old innkeeper explained.
The knight would be able to call forth a sword and shield of his own design, but both would be clear as fine glass and near weightless.
" Catch all that?" the innkeeper's eyes catch his like a rat trap, a fire burned quietly behind those eyes.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Apr 12, 2018 18:38:06 GMT -8
Following the old woman into the root cellar, Rudiger felt the chill that accompanied Edith's spellcasting, a very different sensation to what Flinn's magic felt like. He pushed the thought of the old innkeeper out his mind yet again, try to focus on the task ahead of him. As the room turned brighter, he found himself astonished by the rows of chests and suits of armor. I really ought to stop being so surprised all the time, means that I'm not keeping my guard up. But then again life would get rather boring.
He listened carefully to what Edith had to say, repeating the words mentally as he held the rings in his hand. He gave them a soft jingle as they grew, seeing if they would betray their secrets with just the slightest of movements. Not really disappointed by having nothing happen, he answered Edith as she stared him down, "Thank you. For everything."
He slipped the amber triangle ring onto the pointer finger of his right hand, dubbing it, "Kardas," the Vorutan word for sword. Sliding the rectangular sapphire onto the pointer of his left hand, he named it, "Skydas," meaning shield in his native tongue. Moving away from the rest of the group, he commanded, "Kardas! Skydas!" and the two weapons appeared in his hand, near glass like in appearance, as Edith described. The shield proved to be a kite shield, running from his shoulder to mid way down his thigh, while the sword summoned as an arming sword. He gave the sword a quick swing, and nearly fell off balance, not used to having no weight pulling him forward that he would instinctively fight back. That's going to take some getting used to.
With another command, the two disappeared back into the rings. He was nearly set for the mission, but he still needed a helmet. Searching the pieces of armor for something that would fit, he finally alighted upon a burgonet helm with a visor with little holes drilled into them for breathing. Testing it upon his head, it was heavier than he was used to wearing with his sallet helm, but it would do for now. Taking it off, he turned to the rest of the party, waiting for them to finish their preparations.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Apr 14, 2018 15:36:47 GMT -8
Regal had been gathering his belongings, changing back into his traveling clothes. He was as was probably more numb to death than most... But he knew Edith would be fine.
He moved to see Flinn one more time, and placed a coin in his hand, closing his hand around it. " Be safe my friend. May the gatekeeper welcome you." He said touching his forehead to the inn keeper's, He had that satisfied smile still on his face... Wiping the silent tears from his face the archer moved through the kitchen down to the root cellar with the rest of the group.
" I can track him, but we likely won't be able to go on horseback unless the fool decides to cross open lands..." He said.
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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 Apr 18, 2018 12:45:54 GMT -8
Roxanne watched, amazed, at the magical sword and shield that Edith so generously gave to Rudiger. She'd never seen anything like them, but they seemed awfully convenient. It sure would be nice to just be able to wear the rings, rather than have to haul around her sword everywhere...but she'd gotten used to the weight of the sword, and wearing rings would attract annoying questions from her older relatives. Still, it seemed like an interesting concept. She was surprised and impressed that Edith seemed to be holding up so well, clearly the woman was no stranger to death. She rummaged about in the basement for a while, until she found a set of heavy plate mail that would fit her. It was a bit different from the armor she usually wore, cut for someone of a slightly different build, but she wasn't going to complain. It would stop an arrow or a sword, and that was what mattered.
"Thank you, Miss Edith. We won't let you down, don't worry."
Turning to Regal, Roxanne nodded. It made sense, and she didn't mind following on foot. After all, she didn't have her horse with her.
"Just lead the way, and we'll follow. I don't care where we have to go, we'll catch him. Hopefully before he does anything awful to Khepri."
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Apr 22, 2018 11:58:16 GMT -8
The old woman laughed a bit. " No need to call their names aloud Knight."
Armon
The old woman leans against a glass claymore than appeared in her hands wordlessly, The ornate crossguard serving as a fine place to rest he weight... She felt heavy. Far heavier than she had before... When Roxxane and Regal finally managed down the stairs the claymore vanished as Edith moved away from it.
" Ah, that one was a fun bit to get. Keep it well young Fletcher, its enchanted to allow the wearer to breathe underwater, It also lets ya see in the dark like a cat." she explained letting her hand linger on the plate mail for a moment. " Used to wear that when we explored the underwater castle off the coast of--- Ah no time for stories." She said turning away from the woman to get a cloak from a peg.
" Regal, this was Jame's Hunter cloak.The cloak does a few things depending on which face is showing. One side blends into the whatever you are near, not quite invisible but still hard to see none the less. The other face." She said flipping the seemingly dark cloak over to reveal a red color. " Makes you "less noticeable" I'm not sure exactly how it works but folks seem to look over you or not notice you when you wear this side out. It doesn't work if they have seen you already and focus on ya. Both sides muffle noises around you. Take this and that quiver of arrows over there, those are mage hunter arrows, each does something different so be sure to read the scroll in the pouch before you get going." She commanded.
She turned back to the knight. " Now... This does cost something. " The kind woman's face darkened and fire was held behind her gentle eyes. " I want the head of whatever killed my husband. And I want it in a week. Otherwise, I am coming to take it, and my things back; and you'll learn just how different this old woman used to be in her youth." The threat was clear as a drawn dagger in her tone.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 5:57:22 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 20:12:01 GMT -8
The tiny creature curiously tailed after where all the humans went, taking her time to climb down each step that seemed like a mountain. It was dark down here, and smelled weird. Very, very dusty. Her little nose was pointed all about as she sniffed at every little thing she came across - uncertain and nervous, but far too curious to be deterred.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Apr 25, 2018 9:41:16 GMT -8
Well, another promise I'll need to keep. But one that will be kept. Rudiger nodded that he understand, "I'm already in your debt for your hospitality, and now for the weapons. I'll return with the creature's head." With that, Rudiger took Edith's hand in his, and exited the weapons room. He went to the room he was staying in, and prepared himself for the trip ahead. It took a bit of time to get fully armored up, even with the years of practice he had.
As he was pulling on the various bits and pieces of his armor, he secretly wondered if even his plate would keep the creature from biting through. It's jaw felt so powerful, its teeth so sharp, that he didn't doubt if it could do much worse. Rudiger suddenly felt his muscles grow weak, felt ice cold apprehension spill down his spine, pooling into his gut, threatening to cause him to fall over. He tried to figure out why he was feeling this sensation, one that he couldn't remember the last time he experienced it.
Young Rudiger Dornmauer, barely peach fuzz on his face. It was his first quest. Some villagers had some issues with the local wildlife, so they pooled together some money to hire any monster hunter, but a bright eyed youth showed up on a great destrier, claiming to be a master. They sent him into the woods, to find the creature killing the cows and the sheep. The cocky young facade gave way the further he rode into the dark canopy, with fog swirling all around him. He had taken off his helmet, to try and see better, when he heard the growl that rammed into him and his steed. Before he could react, the creature was on him, a great bear with drool dripping from its maw as it tried to bite his neck. Luckily his gorget saved him, but the creature raised its giant paw and with a slash, half of his world went dark. Barely able to think through the pain, he pulled out his sword, and once, twice, three times stabbed the creature in the heart, before it finally fell. A younger Rudiger then turned over and let loose his stomach contents, the ice that now settled in his stomach finding its way out.
He felt fear again.
Rudiger didn't quite realize it, but he had found his way to sitting on the side of the bed as his mind drifted back to the last time he felt true fear, a fear that turned the bowels to water. I don't want to face this. I just want to run, to hide. There's no way I can win this, can beat this creature back to the Hell where it came from.
But there's more than you in this game. There's more than just your fear. You FAILED Khepri. You FAILED Flynn. YOU are the reason all this is happening. YOU wanted to play hero, to try and bring justice to that no name village, to the whole Damned World. You and your arrogance thought you could command the tide. Well guess what, you CAN'T command the tide. You CAN'T save the world by yourself. BUT, you can save one person. YOU can save Khepri.
Rudiger took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. The voice was right. He needed to do this. He stood up from the bed, finding himself fully kitted up, and headed down to the stables, to get Bob ready to ride.
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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 Apr 25, 2018 12:31:15 GMT -8
The ability to breathe underwater? Roxanne had never had enchanted armor before, and that sounded pretty useful. It was a good thing too, because she wouldn't be able to swim very far at all in the plate. She very much wanted to hear this story about exploring an underwater castle, but there were more important things to deal with at the moment. When Edith named her price, Roxanne nodded. The head of the beast...what even was it? She'd have to ask Rudiger at some point.
"I'll bring you the head, Miss Edith. Don't you worry. If you want, I can bring you the head, the tail, and everything in between...it's not getting away. Whatever it is. A week will be more than enough time."
She glanced over at Rudiger and Regal, wondering if they were up to the task. Regal seemed pretty adept with that bow of his, even missing the eye, but she worried about Rudiger. The man seemed shaken, worried. Would he crack under the pressure?
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Post by Dungeon Master's Guild Leader on Apr 25, 2018 20:30:23 GMT -8
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Edith Arn Caster
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 56
Physical Description: A short woman of only five foot four inches. Her weight is a healthyone. Her once brown hair has turned silver, and warm brown eyes hold compassion for nearly everyone she mets.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 13:56:26 GMT -8
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Post by Edith Arn Caster on Oct 11, 2018 9:29:36 GMT -8
The faint pittering of a cold autumn rain conversed with the crackling of the hearth fire resting within the Oasis. A sweet aroma of fresh bread waltzed it's way into the common room as the Inn Keeper, Edith, was busy about her work. Fresh bread, clean plates, hot cider from the orchard across the way. Her appearance had changed some. Her eyes held but a portion of their brightness, her shoulders stooped as if over burdened ,her once long silver hair , normally worn in a neat woven bun, gone, shaved clean in mourning for her late husband.
Sherry would be in later, as instructed , but with Hester gone, and Flinn--- well...Gone, Edith found her thoughts wavering on the edge on lonesome.
" Cut that out you..." She muttered hammering her fist into dough for fried sweets. " He'd not want ye sad. To pretty to be sad and all that muck." She said , again angrily thumping the dough.
It had been several weeks. Since Flinn had been taken from her... or left rather. He'd likely say he left as to not let her point her anger at anyone direction. That lout was always on about not doing harm to no one, accepting things as they were and such. It was really a barb in her boot over the years but she'd come to enjoy listening to his moral babble.
" Stupid... stupid lout..." She said vigorously sweeping the already pristine floors.
With anyluck there would be visitors not before long to help distract her from the emptiness of this cozy tavern.
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Hermann Stuttheim
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall, has a martial bearing. Aged and paling ginger hair, earthy-brown eyes, peach skin.
Registered: Oct 15, 2018 12:26:09 GMT -8
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Post by Hermann Stuttheim on Oct 18, 2018 15:40:51 GMT -8
Over into the Oasis of Crossroads strode a tall man, clearly martial but nevertheless amiable as a bright small was plastered across his face. A quick marching song was under his breath as he respectfully wiped his boots and took off his hat before entering the building.
He went over to sit at one of the tables, not apparently in any sort of rush. He had been asking around the overworld about some 'Queen of Blades,' and was told she would find him. He didn't trust such things, but right now he needed such a character. Twiddling his thumbs for a few moments as he sat, he eventually pulled out a number puzzle to solve, until the lass named Sheery came over to him. He pulled out a small money bag, putting a single thick gold coin on the table. "This should cover my expenses. I'd like an ale or cider please, locally brewed and whatever's freshest." The man gave a bright smile to the lass, the empathetic face of a veteran.
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Stele
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Tall, Stele has black eyes, ebony hair and pale, olive skin. Stele has a mark upon her forehead, and a strip on her chin, below her blue lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in black, skintight scaled dragon skin, Stele wears enchanted, steel metals.
Stele has a curved knife, and many steel daggers. She also has a tight, tesla charged iron fiber coiled whip, two katanas, a small sleepy-smoke poppy pouch (creates a sleep inducing smoke), two pocket mallets and a virus coated poison lipstick that she is immune to.
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 20:54:48 GMT -8
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Post by Stele on Oct 18, 2018 15:51:20 GMT -8
When he looked back at one of the chairs near him, a woman wearing a tight bodysuit of dragonskin, complete with scales. Her pale, olive skin is lightly coated with perspiration, but the mark upon her forehead glows in tandem with the stripe beneath her lips. "You've been asking for me." She declared.
She looked at Sherry, and tossed a small-to-medium sized pouch of gold. "I'm starving. I'll take two ales, some bread, cheese if you have any, and a goat."
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Hermann Stuttheim
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall, has a martial bearing. Aged and paling ginger hair, earthy-brown eyes, peach skin.
Registered: Oct 15, 2018 12:26:09 GMT -8
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Post by Hermann Stuttheim on Oct 18, 2018 16:58:39 GMT -8
It was some time before Hermann looked back, his number puzzle completed with some satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, twisting to stretch his back until he saw what he was looking for.
The veteran raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, making a hand motion for Stele to come over and sit at the opposite end of the table. He didn't enjoy what he had to do now, but this is what the Fatherland asked of him. Hermann's simple honest eyes looked at the assassin, examining her traits and attributes. In theory, this may well do. "You most likely know what I am here for, and I know what you are. So let us keep this interaction quick and professional, you never know what eyes and ears are about: you are the assassin that goes by the moniker 'the Queen of Blades,' aye?"
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Stele
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Tall, Stele has black eyes, ebony hair and pale, olive skin. Stele has a mark upon her forehead, and a strip on her chin, below her blue lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in black, skintight scaled dragon skin, Stele wears enchanted, steel metals.
Stele has a curved knife, and many steel daggers. She also has a tight, tesla charged iron fiber coiled whip, two katanas, a small sleepy-smoke poppy pouch (creates a sleep inducing smoke), two pocket mallets and a virus coated poison lipstick that she is immune to.
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 20:54:48 GMT -8
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Post by Stele on Oct 19, 2018 14:18:40 GMT -8
As Sherry brought the food out, Stele nodded. "In the very flesh," she purred, before taking a bite out of the goat's leg. It was cooked, but still whole. Stele approved. "The Queen of Blades, Mistress of Sorrow, Dagger Maiden, all the above." Chomp chomp.
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Hermann Stuttheim
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall, has a martial bearing. Aged and paling ginger hair, earthy-brown eyes, peach skin.
Registered: Oct 15, 2018 12:26:09 GMT -8
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Post by Hermann Stuttheim on Oct 19, 2018 16:04:53 GMT -8
The man gave a curt nod, leaning in closer. He passed along an envelope and brought out a sack of gold heavy enough to make the table creak. "That is pay, up front for resources and such you may need. Upon the death of the man seek me out here within a month, I will have two more such bags." He spole quickly and quietly, but quite clearly, wanting to get this over with but with all his obligations fulfilled.
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Stele
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Tall, Stele has black eyes, ebony hair and pale, olive skin. Stele has a mark upon her forehead, and a strip on her chin, below her blue lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Clad in black, skintight scaled dragon skin, Stele wears enchanted, steel metals.
Stele has a curved knife, and many steel daggers. She also has a tight, tesla charged iron fiber coiled whip, two katanas, a small sleepy-smoke poppy pouch (creates a sleep inducing smoke), two pocket mallets and a virus coated poison lipstick that she is immune to.
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 20:54:48 GMT -8
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Post by Stele on Oct 19, 2018 16:07:55 GMT -8
"Who is it you want dead?" She asked after eating half the goat. "I don't do any case."
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