Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 15, 2017 13:40:59 GMT -8
The bard's fingers missed a note as thegriding pop of the Paladins shoulder filled the room. But she recoverd quickly, The Music shifted as the rain began to pitter against the window. The bard's eyes gazed longingly at the dark clouds, lips pressed in a wilted smile. The music followed her mood as she became lost in thought... or perhaps memory, it was hard to say. solemn, as a man walking down a city street in all black, his eyes cast downwards. People step aside and whisper among them selves with pity in their eyes. The white flowers carries; a tower shield.with its weight upon his shoulders as if it were a castle... Why was it always the rain...? A thought skimmed across her mind.. He walked a measured pace. Having done this now many times... The cryer halts him as always, with a caring hand on laid on his shoulder, and a knowing smile; a lump in his througth after all these years. Sometimes the Lyre had a mind of its own, others it simply was apart of the woman. Today? It seemed to stand alone. She kept playing... Or it kept playing her? With a thankful nod, the man resumes his march... To her favriot oak tree . Hesters song was intrupted by a wander marching in; though only mood, as she did not miss a note again. No not while the lyer played her. The man sat near her, or rather the fire it seemed. His clothing suggested a wander, yet there was ;ittle mud; mounted? Most wanderers held little coin. A bandit perhaps? Not likely, she was to his back; theives never trusted strangers with their backs. Mercenry? Another man entered, the two began chatting after a while. Hester simply listened as she worked music into the noise of the Tavern. Keeping her thoughts on what she was over hearing to her self. Men got strange when it came to secretes... Her eyes found Roy once more. " Where did you say you were heading again maste--- Roy?" She asked. Roy smiled at Hester, glad for a distraction from all the strangeness going on about them. At least she was normal, he thought. Somebody he could talk to without worrying about gawking at them, or worrying about getting staked. She seemed friendly enough, and he enjoyed her music. "I'm going back home, to Isra. I live with my uncle and help out at his chocolate shop. It's a nice place, you really should visit some time. Uncle Renalt gives out free samples, I'm sure you'll find something you like! He has gummies, hard candies, lollipops...those are my cousin Roxanne's favorite. I think she gets her lollipops from someone else, though...luckily Uncle Renalt doesn't mind too much. Chocolate is my favorite, though. I love it more than anything. I usually carry around a bunch, just in case I get lost. There's nothing worse than being in the woods without any chocolate, that's for sure. I mean, getting kidnapped by dragons is worse. But you know what I mean." His face seemed to light up when he talked about candy, and he took an enthusiastic sip of his hot chocolate.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 15, 2017 16:55:58 GMT -8
Audric couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy through his heart when Wilhelm gave the musician some money. He probably didn't have enough to eat, let alone to give pay to pretty girls. Of course, if the drink kept coming he'd probably have the nonsense to ask for a dance, yet he relented. Already reaching drunkenness, Audric nevertheless noticed Wilhelm's slip up but didn't care much. He slapped the man on his cheek this time and said "Isn't that right. We just have to hope. That's what prayer is really. You close yer eyes, stick your hands together, and hope HE intervenes for you. Of course, HE is probably busy giving any new upstart Gods a good clobbering half of the time, but that's why we love him." Audric tried to tap his nose knowingly, missed, and then let his face drop on his book again. After a single (albeit long) snore his head rose once more and apart from his eyes being nearly as red as blood looked perfectly awake, alert and rested.
When Wilhelm replied regarding the Varan, he gritted his teeth a little and nodded. "Aye, all of that is true. 'Course if you look at the faces, the tongue, all of it, you know the Varan and Audrians and such lot are all of the same seed. Us, from our far Duchy... well we're different. Different tongue, we look different. We have brown hair and green eyes, not blond hair and blue eyes." He said, drumming his fingers on the table. "See that's where the Order, and the whole of the faith goes nasty. The pollyticks mixing up with it. Of course, I say this but don't repeat it. Some men in other lands though... well they take it further. There was one prinicipality, what was the name... Keinfreidt. Yes, that's it; the place had a Priest march up to the Cathedral and nail up some papers called 'the one-hundred and eleven theses.'" With that finished, Audric drank a little more to see where he was going. "Right, anyway. He did it, and said a whole lot of nasty things about the Church. Priests all over have been taking it up as though it's some sort of new fashionable way to wear your hat. The Church wants none of it, well, not much of it. Anyway! There's things stirring up in some places. Revolts will happen, people will die. The cycle goes on."
Audric was about to pass out once more before Wilhelm mentioned the potential of war and what will happen to it. Blood left his face and he looked even more alert than before. "Don't know really. Never thought of it. I suppose I'd decide when they day comes. What about you? Would you raise the sword?" He said, trying to drift the topic away, and then swiftly reminding himself. "Where you off to next? I've got no destination. Probably because I have no horse and lost my compass a few... days, yes a few days back."
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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 Sept 15, 2017 17:33:37 GMT -8
Flinn shuddered when the Surgeon relocated the paladin arm. He had no stomach for such things... " Ya can 'ave one on the house as well Master Paldin. I'll hop to it." He said knuckling his forehead.
He returned after a moment with two plates laden with food. A hearty bowl of thick potato soup and a hefty cut of bread, he slid the plates infront of the two men. He took half of the offered coin and slid the half back to the owner. " Ain't takin coin I ain't charged fairly fur." He smiled. " Ya need anything else , ya let me know." The old man hobbled off.
The inn keeper watcedh the two men at the table make eyes at Hester, and shook his head. She were not a woman to take lightly, but they'd find that out should they think she just be a pair of lovely eyes.
"Ya clean that look off ya face ya fop." Edith said with a scowl. "She ain't our kin, stop treaten her like she's ya blood... " Edith said quietly... " Ain't do no good." She added bouncing the dragon cradled in her arms. Flinn returned the look and Edith flushed.
" 'ere let's put ya someplace warm while I work, hows that youngin?" The old woman suggested in a kind voice.
She moved to the cooking fire within the kitchen, and pulled a few of the softer towels and aprons she had , and set them on the floor near the fireplace in a nest like configuration. " Ya sit here, i'll fetch ya another bit of Rabbit." she said with a nod.
After offering another bit of meat to the dragon, she darted out to tend to customers.
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 16, 2017 5:55:56 GMT -8
( Audric VIII) ( Brother Wilhelm) ( Rickard "Ripper" Flint) ( Hester Fairweather) ( Edith Arn Caster) After a few moments, sitting upon his chair and letting the pain was through him, the pale-faced paladin finally cracked his eyes open, a determined set to his jaw. He'd heard the newcomers enter, seeing them speak with one another in hushed yet fervent tones in their own corner. Slowly, carefully (as to not further disturb the bard's music and no doubt from the pain still echoing in his arm), he began to put the pieaces of his armor away into his pack. Master Flinn was given a gracious smile and a shake of his head. "Then you can give it to our surgeon, here. I would be eternally grateful for some hot water to clean up, and a pot of tea if you have it. Pot of hot water if you don't," the paladin replied wearily, hoisting the pack on his good shoulder when there was a lull in Hester's moving music. "I think I'll be retiring for the evening. Master Surgeon, you've my sincerest thanks." He still carried the weight of the armor rather well despite his injuries. moving through the pain as though it still were just an afterthought. He gave Master Flinn and his wife grateful little nods before giving Ripper a deeper one, passing by the others as that divine aura washed over them for only a moment. That cool, peaceful, comforting sensation like a refreshing breeze for the soul. Unless delayed, he would make his way towards the stairs, inquiring Master Flinn about the room he could take.
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 16, 2017 11:34:32 GMT -8
Wilhelm shrugged. "Not sure, Brother," he replied in regards to a potential war. "Perhaps I shall see where fate leads me." Honestly the Knight Scout didn't know what he thought about another war. He knew the Order was probably better off maintaining their hospices, chapels, and chapter houses - but war was the true calling of any military order. Without war the Brotherhood may stagnate and grow weak. "Wait," Wilhelm called out to Thalric in a friendly gesture. He tossed his hand up as a sort of wave. This paladin had the look of a knight about him. So far Wilhelm had kept to his business and didn't want to bother the man, instead offering his attention to Brother Audric. "My Brother and I were just swapping stories. Why don't you sit for a bit and tell us one of your own," Wilhelm requested. He spoke softly, friendly, and honestly. ( Thalric Dale, Paladin) ( Audric VIII)
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 17, 2017 9:26:24 GMT -8
Audric was by now horribly drunk, although with a bit of meat in him he (temporarily) reverted to just drunk. In truth he was a much more articulate and careful person but the ale was getting to him, along with sleeplessness. He should have been asleep but the beet was keeping him up, so he sat with his lips twisted. "Well, I think that's 'bout right. Where fate leads me, that's where I'll go. Next morn', we should ask the 'tender if there's some work about the place.
His head turned erratically to look at the paladin and then to look at Wilhelm. He didn't see that point of inviting the other man, but so be it. "Hallo lad." He offered.
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 17, 2017 10:50:54 GMT -8
Still bloodied, his arm stitched and tunic ruined, his face smeared with sweat and the dust from the road, he did stop all the same as he passed by the gentlemen that bid him wait. Audric, who called the older paladin lad, earned an amused chuckle and quirked eyebrow before the paladin looked to Wilhelm and gave a slight bow of his head. The armor in his pack on his back rattled, his wounded left arm free of the burden of the single trap over his right, carrying the bulging pack.
"I'm afraid for this evening, I will have to pass. The road was not so friendly to us today, and I need to rest my head and wash before I can consider myself even remotely decent company," he anwered in an equally honest and friendly manner. "But, should you be here come the morning, I may have a story or two to tell over breakfast before the caravan departs mid morn. If not, then this old soldier will bid you safe travels and warn you of the wyverns on the southern roads. One less to worry about at least. Her Aegis keep you safe. A good night to you both, gentlemen."
And with that, the weary, wounded warrior wound his way towards the stairs.
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 17, 2017 11:22:44 GMT -8
Wilhelm nodded, understanding Thalric's predicament. "Aye, I understand," he said, nodding. "I bid you farewell, and may you rest easy." As Thalric left the duo Wilhelm would observe the state that Audric was in. "Come on, Brother, let's get you somewhere to rest." The Knight Scout stood up and attempted to help his drunken ally from the chair. "We should get some rest before the morn' comes." Wilhelm - assuming Audric wanted to come - would assist the weary, drunken man to their quarters upstairs. Along the way he would wave to Hester, "night, lass, have a good rest." ( Audric VIII) ( Hester Fairweather)
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 17, 2017 15:11:45 GMT -8
"Blood foreign gods and their aegis and their mutter mutter mutter." came from Audric as the man was leaving upstairs. As it was, Audric was now in the "things were better in those days" stage of drunkeness. "You know, 'fings used to mean something before. The Order, we stood for more. More than mercenaries off to chop people. Them stories, legends. Them was all true!" he wailed. "I looked in the records of foreign buggers and the Order was really right! Usually anyway but you knows what I mean!" Audric realized he was starting to slur a little in his speech so he stuffed his mouth full of meat and washed it down with ale before standing up and trying to get balanced. The food was arriving at odd intervals along with the ale and he was going back and forth from sobering to getting more drunk. He was seeing double, then triple, then double once more.
As he climbed the stairs with surprising grace and speed he stopped at the top at the mention of the girl by Wilhelm. He leaned in to him and before making an exaggerated shushing noise he ""whispered"" "You 'fink I could get a kiss from the pretty girl? Ain't seen one since... since before winter, except that one I had to lop the 'ead off of." And with that, he collapsed into the room with his helmet coming off once more.
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 18, 2017 12:50:42 GMT -8
Wilhelm chuckled, "not sure she'd like that," he joked. "Maybe when your breaths smells better. Learning a tune or two wouldn't hurt." Wilhelm assisted his friend until he collapsed on the floor, after which it was a tiresome struggle getting him into bed. Once that was settled the Knight Scout collapsed on his own bed and drifted into a slumber.
Just before the sun rose over the horizon Wilhelm awoke. He splashed some cold water onto his face and prepared himself - re-equipping his armor. Audric may or may not have been awoken by his light ramblings but the Knight Scout never once disturbed the Brother. Looking through the window he could see the mist and dew-covered grass. Another wet morning. It was not problem; at least he had a dry place to sleep - and so too did his horse, Dane. Wilhelm would continue to sit and observe the outdoors, contemplating various matters and remember his past. He was waiting for Audric to wake up so that they might descend and see the barkeep for some breakfast. "Thank HIM for another wonderful day," he would comment upon seeing Audric stir. ( Audric VIII)
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 18, 2017 15:41:08 GMT -8
"Already know a few tunes." he muttered under his breath, before happily dozing off. He didn't mind the dragging, he was too tired to care and too drunk to feel anything at all. Still his sleep would be restless. He'd remember things older than what happened at Elwythe. He'd remember his younger days and he finally understood all that was happening, all the euphemisms, tricks and lies seemed so evil yet so simple in retrospect. Still, he'd eventually lie still for he stopped trying to resist all that was happening in that infernal realm of sleep.
As he awoke, he'd shy away from the light before finally opening his eyes. He was confused and reached for his sword and quietly drew it before standing and surveying the area. He recoiled from a sudden pang of pain from the night before in his head, and then completely pulled down the cloth covering upon his face to show the whole of it, and squinted long and hard at Wilhelm. He replayed the contents of the night before over and over getting more and more embarrassed every time with his face turning more and more red each time. He did the equivalent of face-palming with his sword and then sighed before opening his eyes once more. "Kyreleis." he muttered under his breath, before looking over to Wilhelm. "I do not think we met under good circumstances Brother. I'm sure both of us said more than they meant to and would like to forget it. Let's just remember each other as Brothers in arms seeking to further our cause. Of course this a common thing in books and plays and sounds awfully cliche, but nevertheless let us have what happened last night stay there. Is that acceptable?" he asked, eyes gleaming with hope. Wilhelm might be an open book but that didn't make last night's revelations any more damaging if in the wrong hands. "We'll go downstairs and see if there's any work around, trouble or something. Then we can take your horse and go on. Is that tolerable?"
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 20, 2017 13:13:38 GMT -8
Wilhelm let out a light laugh. "It is alright, Brother," he assured Audric. "You were in good spirits last night, nothing to be ashamed of. Still, I'll respect your wish and never speak of it." Judging by his demeanor Audric would certainly gather that Wilhelm was indifferent to the ordeal. Plenty of Brothers in plenty of places drowned out their horrific memories with a mug of ale. The Knight Scout pulled a nearby stool up near Audric's bed, finally looking over his full face. "And yeah, we'll ask about some work. I've got nothing better to do. Spread HIS word... save a few innocents... kill a few ne'er-do-wells... all in a day's work, eh? Before we get started, however, or at least after we leave the inn I should gather my belongings. They're not to far off." ( Audric VIII)
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 21, 2017 8:20:11 GMT -8
Settling down and putting his sword away Audric sat down in the bed, rubbing his head in pain once more. "Quite simple for you to say." He muttered, grunting as the pain hit him again. He was only drink once before but it wasn't nearly as bad then, as much as a younger him would disagree.
At this point Audric ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and listened to what Wilhelm was saying while half-praying and half-cursing at the pain. Wilhelm's plan sounded good although Audric would most likely have to go along with whatever he decided. Horseless, penniless, clueless, it seemed Audric had everything in the world, provided you added the suffix "less." Only the last words of the man troubled Audric, and these worries he decided to voice. "Where precisely, is it? We're not going to have to go on a whole adventure just to find your stash are we? Seems a little much, to go adventuring for a bit of gear and I've still got this horrid head-ache."
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 21, 2017 13:55:40 GMT -8
Wilhelm turned his face towards the window and scratched his head. "Umm... it's close by. Well hidden..." Apparently, the Knight Scout did not want to let Audric know something and he most definitely avoided answering the question to its full extent. But he was not going to be that kind of man. He was a Brother, Audric was a Brother - blood or not these two were sworn siblings by oath. He would not lie or employ deceit. Reaching into a pocket he pulled out the bone-colored ring again, holding it in his palm for Audric to observe. He would then slip it on and squeeze his fist as if drawing power from it. Audric would probably be able to tell, or assume, that the ring was of pagan design, and the runes and symbols upon it were also of pagan origin. "Sometimes..." Wilhelm started quietly, "it's hard to forget where you came from. There's someone close by who agreed to watch my things. She helps me, and so I help her." The Knight Scout quickly removed the ring and shoved it back into his pocket, deep down. ( Audric VIII)
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Aesath
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 82 Years
Physical Description: Size (At full standing pose): Height: 8 feet, Length: 16 feet
Eye color: Bright Turquoise
Scale color: Copper, metallic, smooth to touch
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Metallic
Dragon Color: Copper
http://i.imgur.com/uEoD3de.jpg
Human form: A devilishly handsome and sly man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Scales/Claws/Teeth
Breath Weapon(s): Line of acid, Slow gas
Player's online availability : Too much
Registered: May 29, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Aesath on Sept 21, 2017 20:23:42 GMT -8
This copper dragon wasn’t much for burning down poor inns, they had much more value when you actually went inside them.
While Aesath at this time wasn’t necessarily looking for a inn, and human inn, to be exact, but he decided he wanted to pay a visit and perhaps rest, after all this flying he’s been doing recently. He was a much smaller dragon, only slightly bigger than a large bear, and thus he could hopefully approach this establishment without its patrons running out of every door in terror. He slowed his decent as he attempted to quietly land outside the main entrance without crashing through any fence gates or startling and tied up mounts. Dragons were never the quietest beasts, but Aesath was sly enough NOT to make large intimidating thumping noises outside the building like most dragons would’ve. He did a funky tiptoe walk to the door being very careful not to crush the wood beneath his claws.
In a sudden and single motion, Aesath places his snout up against the door and pushed it wide open. He wedged his head and horns through the doorframe by twisting his head a bit clockwise.
“Hullo! Innkeep man-woman whoever, by any chance do you have an alternate dragon-friendly entrance?” He shouted blindly indoors, hoping not to be beat over the head with a broom or other household object.
“Uh oh.” He tried pulling his head back outside again without damaging any property and looked back behind him, it was stuck on the doorframe.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 2, 2024 23:51:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 3:30:38 GMT -8
The tiny thing babbled as she was carried and then placed in a warm little den, wrought of cloth, and she opted to curl up happily in the folds. It was very warm, and she liked it - more so with the second offering of rabbit that was placed in her paws. She chattered happily as she tore right in, very much content. She was warm and comfy and had food and the human lady was nice. As much as she was missing Momma, this was okay for now! The hatchling watched with nothing short of happy eyes at the woman bustled about the kitchen to work, gnawing on the meat and bone she was provided with.
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Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on Sept 22, 2017 8:58:53 GMT -8
As Wilhelm started to explain himself Audric's suspicions only mounted. He lifted an eyebrow in question and frowned a little at the words of Wilhelm but in the end nodded. "I understand of course. Actually I don't but I will make an attempt. Of course we all have keepsakes from the old days, like my blade and shield. Every one of us brings a bit of their home to the other, in a sort of 'cultural exchange.' A brother from Southern lands I met fought with a scimitar bearing the cross, whilst one of more Eastern lands carried a bardiche, a sort of big axe their kind enjoy. I myself have a szabla around in one of the Churches, though not quite on my person. My crossbow is one of the pistol kind the hussars use that I brought from home. Small but has quite a heavy string. I don't know if your ring is... forbidden or not but I shan't question it since you have me the grace of forgetting my behaviour last night. An eye for an eye, in a manner."
In a moment he stood up and then looked a little more seriously at the new found brother. "But this woman... who is she? That may be somewhat more of an issue, although I have faith in your decisions for now. I just hope we don't have to do too much to get it all."
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Sept 23, 2017 16:31:59 GMT -8
"An old friend," Wilhelm would say bluntly, dodging the explanation yet again. He would stand up, set the chair back where it had been, and rest against the window sill. "Feeling like grabbing a bite to eat before we head out? I'll bet they have some good breakfast." Wilhelm grinned slightly as he rubbed his beard, savoring the thought of a hot morning meal. "It'll do us some good before we depart." The Knight Scout would walk over to the door, motioning as if to encourage Audric downstairs. ( Audric VIII)
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Hester Fairweather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 25
Physical Description: A young woman, fairly tall standing five foot nine inches, and weighs a hair over one hundred and forty pounds. Her eyes are a striking brown and her hair a dirty red.
She has fair features and would be considered lovely to more than a few.
Yet this simple bard has many secretes... some grim. Sometimes , she could be found staring at the distance, with an expression of sorrow and anger.
Registered: Jul 23, 2017 14:03:19 GMT -8
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Post by Hester Fairweather on Sept 24, 2017 11:38:52 GMT -8
( Rickard "Ripper" Flint) ( Royal Fletcher) (OOC: Forgive me! I have been monstrously busy with IRL stuff and my apartment lost power...) The bard bowed her head in thanks... or was it to roll her eyes without being seen? Who knew. " Thank you kindly. If you all ever have request I'd be happy to make an attempt. " She said in a warm tone. There were no request, more conversation to be overheard. When the men retired Hester stayed with Roy and the Surgeon. "Pardon Roy, I did not mean to forgo our conversation. I very well might stop by if my travels take me that far. " She answered, her eyes moved over to the surgeon, thought at the rate he was drinking she wondered if the man knew where he was anymore... " What brings a man like your self here master---- Ripper was it?" She said taking a cloth from a bag laying next to her seat and began cleaning the instrument.
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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 Sept 24, 2017 11:50:51 GMT -8
( Rickard "Ripper" Flint Royal Fletcher Hester Fairweather Aesath) The fat inn keeper smiled warmly, the Tavern had not been this busy in a long while... They'd be able to afford some repairs to the back they'd been avoiding as of late... Even with Hester forgoing payment as long as she had they had really only scraped by. Sometimes the light answered your prayers. " Ya smoke master Ripper?" The inn keep asked pulling a long stem pipe from its hiding place. Upon the doors bursting open the ink keeper dropped his pipe, and raised the loaded crossbow stashed from under his bar as the dragon's head burst into the door--- Edith pushed the man's aim askew with a shove; the heavy bolt landed in the door frame with a THUNK! "Blasted Flinn! The Fellow asked if we had a dragon friendly entrance ya flamin' lout!" She said in a flurry of smacks. The inn keeper tried defending him self, in vain and simply sat the weapon down. " A thousand apologies master dragon!" Edith said bustling over to the door... Flinn eyed the dragon warily... " Ah, we don't sadly, but if ya can fit in the barn our back, i'd be happy to serve ya what I can. " She said smiling. " We've not had a dragon--- well--- not one of ya size 'ere before. She said bright eyed looking the beast' head over. "Woman is gonna get me killed oneday..." Flinn muttered to ripper... keeping one eye on the dragon.
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