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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 20, 2017 12:50:22 GMT -8
Kilnanka, the name of both the village and greater region of it (on the edges officially encompassing the outskirts of a few other villages and slightly dipping into their territory) is a Northern village of the Kingdom of Lidwo. It has an indeterminate population between one and two thousand people with a small garrison living outside of it's borders. The town mostly grows corn and produces considerable clay as well as horses. Nomads sometimes come around from various cultures but they haven't been seen around for considerable time. Ljudmila Woronina, the wife of the noble Yarrick Woronin has had her son disappear here and wishes his return before her husband returns.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 21, 2017 13:25:43 GMT -8
Kazimir would lead the party to Kilnanka. With him were Krzysztof, five Winged Hussars, Erithryel, and Sir Stigs. The hussars kept an eye on the surroundings and were wary when passing by brush and thick trees. Erithryel was more than welcome to have chosen any horse she wanted. In fact, Kazimir decided he would give her the horse after the task at hand was complete. She seemed like a good lass; perhaps they could assist each other further afterwards. Sir Sitgs on the other hand was still a mystery. He was quite peculiar, and worst of all denied to ride a horse. This only served to slow the party down. Kazimir compensated for this by sending a scout or two forward to investigate anything they may have otherwise missed. On occasion he'd turn turn to Sir Stigs and say "don't forget, you're more than welcome to ride the horse," but he never got his hopes up. As they approached the village Kazimir would halt the party. "Alright, everybody, we're here. I think it is best if we split up and ask around about the disappearances. Surely someone knows something. We'll gather at dusk and report our findings. Anything you two would like to say?" ( Sir Stigs) ( Erithryel )
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Erithryel
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 20
Physical Description: Most of the time, Erithryel's long, dark hair cover her face and her torso. She stands just over 5 feet, with the slim body of a dancer. Her face and body mean that whenever she moves in a crowd, she inevitably attracts stares from men and women alike.
Clothes and Equipment: Erithryel wears a flowing cloth dress and elbow length gloves when she is in public or especially performing. The dress has a few enchantments to it that repel dirt and grim and generally prevent wear and tear. She also wears a leather collar around her neck, a reminder as her time as a slave forced to dance by a travelling band of Velthi. She carries her collection of instruments that include her tambourine and pipes as well as a drum that has a secret sleeve holding a dagger, along with one she keeps under her skirts.
Player's online availability : Evenings most days
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 15:39:17 GMT -8
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Post by Erithryel on Sept 21, 2017 15:47:56 GMT -8
Erithryel shook her head. She knew exactly where to look for information; a place where a squad of armed, mounted men would only be met with sealed lips and shut doors.
"I will return to you at dusk, mi'lord."
Dismounting and handing her reigns to one of the men, she rushed off towards the outskirts of the village. The sight of cooking fires and the vague strains of music told her she had found what she was looking for. The Velthi camp lay tucked in a semi-circle of brightly colored wagons. As she approached, some of the women around the fire look up at her. Their initial looks of suspicion lighten as they notice her clothing. They turn to smiles of welcome when she calls out a greeting in the Velthi tongue. She thanks the gods that this is not the same party that held her for so many years.
The practices of the Velthi dictate that they should share something with their guest before any business is taken care of, so Erithryel sits down and chats with the women a while as they bring her a bowl of vegetable soup. Finally, after talking for most of the afternoon, she finally asks them about the disappearance. The women huddle amongst themselves for a bit before finally the eldest approaches her and whispers in her ear.
At that, they turn their backs and Erithryel knows her audience is over. Hoping that information will be helpful, she returns to the party.
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Sept 22, 2017 12:56:56 GMT -8
Kazimir Jankowski Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoWhere the hussars remained poised and glancing when trees moaned, Sir Stigs appeared oblivious. He paid no mind to dancing shadows around the campfire. Passing birds and other winged creatures were elements of foreground on a painting, not reasons to duck. There were those that were brave and hardy, who had trained to suppress this instinct of reaction. And then there was not having the instinct at all. He seemed to be infinitely capable of staring into space for an indeterminate amount of time. Though, if spoken to, he would always reply. To do otherwise would just be ill-mannered. When nobody was speaking with him, Sir Stigs would sometimes hum. It was something archaic, deep and wordless. The sound was more like a chant than a song; several monotonous strings of notes tied together to create a bottomless melody. Chords echoed within his armor. So quiet was his humming, though, that the notes could hide behind a gentle wind or the rustling of leaves. It could be hidden, but not mistaken by anything in nature. It was of and only could be Sir Stigs. Sir Stigs also spoke through his footsteps. His helmet remained south of level as the group traversed over wild terrain, always fixated on the ground. Or, perhaps the feet in front of him. Was he focused on anything in particular? He didn't show it. And if asked, he didn't know it. His left arm remained at a strong right angle, fingers perpetually gripped about the reins of Kazimir's horse. In fact, it was difficult to remember Sir Stigs not holding that damned horse. Surely he had let go at some point. Surely. Only one thing was for sure. He never rode the thing, always shaking his head and muttering something of a pony. Once they had reached their destination, Sir Stigs raised his clasped fist at an angle towards one of the hussars. "Would you take this? My arm is tired." Given the hussar complied, he would saunter his way forward, shoulder somewhat slouching. Sir Stigs curled his fingers and leaned his neck forward onto them. He listened to Kazimir through the top of his helmet, then craned his neck upward. Split Up. Disappearances. Dusk. "I'll go here," Sir Stigs said. He pointed toward the literal nearest house, and then the next, and the next, as if to suggest he would go door-to-door. Without any further confirmation or discussion his stout frame started off at a surprising speed. He wasn't a particular fan or connoisseur of discussion, but at least there was a grassy road to look at between houses. Knock knock.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 22, 2017 13:50:12 GMT -8
Seeing his companions split up Kazimir would dismount once within Kilnanka, handing his reins off to Krzysztof. He would find a person, any person, particularly one who was not occupied and then speak to them "Well met, friend. I am Kazimir Jankowski, and we've come to find Ljudmila 's child. Is there anything you can tell me? Where might I find this woman?" ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo)
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Sept 30, 2017 5:08:37 GMT -8
The elders of the Velthi would most likely whisper to Erithryel that as of late, not only children were disappearing. Candy makers and confectioners, two teachers, a trader going out did not return, and a dozen foresters did not return with their lumber or lives only a week ago. Strange things were happening, merely overshadowed by the noblewoman losing her daughter. Stigs, on the other hand would find an old lady open the first door and shut it at super-human speeds as old ladies can when they don't want to be annoyed. He would however generally find that at this point people were hesitant to even leave their homes, and those who did come out to chat were hesitant, with one particular case of a woman coming out to speak, staring at a forest nearby and then going back inside. Finally, he'd come upon a more ornate house on that street. There the door would be opened and a man putting on some pieces of armour would step out. He'd be confused by the questions of Stigs, but then nod grieviously. "There's something in the forest lad. One of my soldiers came out last week gibbering, he's in the local apothecary." he'd say, in surprisingly good common compared to the broken accented speech of the other people. Finally, Kazimir would after approaching a woman and her daughter scurrying back home stop briefly and say "My lord, she's to be seen around the places, screaming and crying followed by her Guards. The loss of her child has hurt her. Her son wandered out at night and he... he didn't come back." With that, and answering no more questions she scurried onward. Kazimir, and perhaps the other party members might start hearing a wailing, followed by sobs and a return to the wailing.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Sept 30, 2017 5:42:56 GMT -8
Kazimir thanked the woman as best he could before she scurried off. Disappointed, he wondered if he should even approach Ljudmila. Then he heard wailing and crying. Curious, but also confident it may be a lead, Kazimir would investigate the noise and attempt to find out who it was and why they were sobbing. ( Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo)
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Sept 30, 2017 7:45:22 GMT -8
Well, that was rather rude. Though, Sir Stigs was impressed by these citizen's speed in closing doors. Perhaps they trained in such an art. How odd. While pondering the possibilities of a door-closing school, he would be met by two things: the grassy roads he watched and yet more masters of door closing. Sir Stigs would yet to grow impatient, he was more persistent if anything to learn of this town. One lady, likely an apprentice rather than a master, stepped outside. Rather than watching her feet and the bottom of the door frame as he had, his helmet creaked upward. She looked not at or through him but above him. Many did. Sir Stigs turned all the way about, which took some time for him, to watch what she did.
Ah yes, trees. While Sir Stigs was not as particularly fond of trees as he was of the ground, they in their own way had their own form of beauty. They were impermanent; Sir Stigs watched the lives of trees fade through brittle leaves on the ground. Colors of all kinds, just like the soil, marked the trees for death. And yet, after bitter winds and chilled, solid rain, they would return in full flush. Trees were nature's phoenix. Though, Sir Stigs sometimes wondered if it was truly the same tree, or another had taken its place. That would require him to look upward and watch one tree for some time. Sir Stigs briefly considered it before shaking his head. His neck would hurt.
The lady had left and the door had been shut for some time now. Sir Stigs enjoyed the view of forestry for a moment longer before continuing onward in a similar pattern: grassy road, door, grassy road, door. And then, an important detail: a road not so grassy. Change was ahead. He followed scant blades of grass peeking through cobblestone to a final door. Greaves, torso, pauldrons, face. A man in armor, but not so clad as Sir Stigs, answered the door. Sir Stigs nodded with him grievously, as if to share one thousand words within a motion. Then, two words in voice: Soldier, Apothecary. Sir Stigs nodded once more and brought a closed, angled fist to his breastplate just left of center before waddling off.
Well, that was the final door. Without direction, Sir Stigs was given it in the form of a cry. As if from instinct, his greaves turned mid-stride in another direction. He would do his best to make his way toward the sound.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Oct 7, 2017 14:29:01 GMT -8
As Sir Stigs stared at the trees, a wind would pass by and he'd get the sense of... laughter? It wasn't as though there was a sound, it was more as though he'd feel the breath one makes while laughing, except chilly rather than warm. An odd sensation, but these things happen after all. As Stigs, together with Kazimir Jankowski followed the cry they'd see the woman in all-black as though she was coming from a funeral crying in the midst of the road. Her hands were upon her eyes and her knees were dirty and muddy. A few men upon horses were beside her in armour and formal attire and looking confused at each other. One looking rather similar to Kazimir except that he had red hair and was shaven tried to wave them away, but it was perhaps too late. The woman arose and ran forth getting ahold of Kazimir or Stigs, whoever she would first come upon and shake them vehemently while squealing: "Have you seen my son? Have you seen my son? He's short, good little boy, dark hair and beautiful bright eyes?" barely managing this she'd collapse again with her face contorting in all sorts of ways from grief. One of the horsemen would go forth and say "Getting involved with her hysteria will be hard." he whispered, and then continued "But since you're not running like hell I'll assume you're the 'help' they said would come?"
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Oct 7, 2017 15:32:59 GMT -8
Kazimir continued to seek the voice, coming into proximity of Sir Stigs. "You heard it too?" he'd ask. Upon seeing the mourning lady he wasted no time taking her into his arms. Despite her frenzied grief he tried to console her and calm her nerves.
"Hey, hey," he began to say with a light and caring tone, "I haven't seen your son, my lady, but I'm here to help. We will find him, I promise."
He turned to the horseman, "yes sir, Zygmont Saski gave us what details he could... although," he shrugged, "we're not entirely sure what the whole story is. But rest assured, my friends and I will be happy to do whatever needs to be done."
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Oct 9, 2017 17:23:49 GMT -8
The trees seemed to have a surprising amount to say, as that chuckling chill ran through and out of Sir Stigs. He even looked over his shoulder momentarily and back toward that forest. His visor was forward, affixed, trained like a hawk at hunt. He hadn't stopped, though, and began to veer to the left. His pauldron scraped the side of a cobblestone town home before he regained his bearings. A scuff had marked the outside of his shoulder. A couple of rubs with his gloved thumb faded the majority of the mark, blending it into a background of thousands of other scuffs, scars and scrapes. He let out a quiet, complacent hum before following the woman's cry through grains of dirt in front of him once again.
Sir Stigs arrived on the scene last.
"Heard?" Kazimir had said.
"Mm," Sir Stigs affirmed.
He observed the scene. Kazimir was consoling the hysteric woman, and gathering intelligence from both her and the soldiers on their melodic, tapping horses. Well, Sir Stigs assumed they were soldiers. They were not so armored as he, of course, yet it was more likely that than a troupe of travelling thespians. Their gear appeared too expensive for actor's work, yet they could be a high-end or royal company. Sir Stigs beheld imaginations of epics in daydream while the horseman who stepped forward addressed the two of them. He looked to Kazimir, then the woman, back to the horseman, to the forest, back to the horseman now. Everything seemed settled for the moment. Sir Stigs would merely nod, and awaited further direction, watching the scene unravel to the thought of a play in motion.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Oct 11, 2017 6:50:56 GMT -8
The mounted horseman laughed, and then his expression swiftly darkened. "Did Saski tell you he's sending you to your graves? No? Smart man." He said, before shaking his head. "The forest. Something's with it. People aren't coming back. It was always a 'mysterious' one but nothing as bad as now. Even going to the well near the forest means you'll dissappear. On a usual day the town has people walking through, laughing, cheering, drinking. Now they have inside after doing what they need to survive and keep a pitchfork at hand. Lady Ljudmila is the only one around. Her little son Miklos wandered off there with the village boys like he often does but... well they thought that the warnings were just another part of the fairy tales."
With that he shook his head once more making a "tsk tsk tsk" noise while staring at the poor woman. "Nasty this is. If you cam in a bit earlier you might have been able to go with the group we sent ourselves. They had a Hetman and some Pancerni, with a single Priest. They left only an hour ago, maybe right before you came into town." He said, pointing over to a trail going by the forest. "They're a tough lot. Not quite hussars, but they'll give anyone what for. You can follow them if you want to help, or you can go around yourself. Your choice, either way. We've got to stay with her." The horseman finished, pointing at the noble woman in the ground with a riding crop.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Oct 11, 2017 12:34:25 GMT -8
Sir Stigs"Thanks for your time," he would say to the horseman. He'd try to console Lady Ljudmila once more, offering her his sympathies, before letting the group move on. He'd turn to his companion, Sir Stigs, and speak to him after sighing. "What will it be, friend? Should we try to catch the Hetman and his lot, or go our own way? Perhaps I will leave my hussars here to assist the villagers and protect them... maybe patrol the edge of the forest so no one else is abducted or... whatever. I think we should go our own way as well, rather than try and find the Hetman. Let them search one area while we search another. What do you say?" Whatever Sir Stigs' response was, Kazimir would go with it and head into the forest.
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Oct 12, 2017 16:39:45 GMT -8
Kazimir Jankowski Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoSir Stigs cocked his head at the phrase of sending one to their graves. He scratched the top of his helm, a grating sound softly chiseling into his mind. How could he be sent to his place of death when he was alive and well now? Perhaps their quest-giver was a fortune teller or magician of sorts, one who could sew strings of fate. Even then, why send them to die? Sir Stigs thought for a moment, now knocking against the crown his helmet. It was likely many wanted him dead: bleeding wolves in slow rivers and bandits missing arms, legs, and friends. Friend. Sir Stigs looked up to Kazimir. "Follow or own way," he had said. Sir Stigs was never one to make his own way. He followed footsteps, dirt paths, woven trails and traversed hillsides. Wild tracks, cobblestone roads, natural indentations and coincidental guides of all sorts directed his center. To make his own way was against his nature, his instinct. Other words popped into his head: Soldier. Apothecary. A final word: well. He debated his choices carefully. The soldier had already gone in once. It was Sir Stigs' turn. "We must find the well," Sir Stigs said. He did not believe in landmarks of coincidence. They were direction. Whatever it was, they would find something of note there. With these words, Sir Stigs would walk alongside Kazimir into the forest. He would walk in no particular entrance, merely following anything: Kazimir, movement, tracks, or any last-minute directions given by the horsemen.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Oct 20, 2017 11:18:20 GMT -8
"The armoured man looked at the men going off, and shrugged. He wished them well but wasn't exactly sure how to express this. "Don't die." He said quite simply, before sighing, dismounting and walking over to the lady, quite aware that Sir Stigs and Kazimir Jankowski were most likely going to die. Still, he'd been a soldier long before a bodyguard. Shame would have to try a lot harder if it wanted to get to him! As the two would go along towards the forest, they would relatively quickly come to see a well with a roof in the distance, a few tiny figure going in the same direction. No doubt, with one a Knight and the other on horseback they would slowly but surely start gaining on them. Thus, as they got closer they'd see that it was a pair of men, chatting with each other as one threw the bucket down and started pulling it back up. Kazimir and Stigs would be close enough to vaguely hear the sounds of the two men speaking though not their precise words when the well was about to be pulled up. Then, quite contrary to logic a sparkly hand popped out of the well, and snatched the man pulling down inside to a shriek and the sounds of a splash. The other man ran forth, only to have the same hand pull him in as well.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Oct 24, 2017 13:03:46 GMT -8
Kazimir instinctively moved his arm in front of @stigs . "By God, what was that?" he exclaimed. "What should we do about this? Tell the townsfolk - or investigate further?" Kazimir almost wanted to go and peek inside the well but knew it was a bad idea - lest he too be dragged in.
The Lidwo nobleman started to formulate an idea. Perhaps they could lead an animal to the well and see if it might be dragged in too - or even tie a man to a rope and have him go nearby, pulling him back to safety in the hand grabbed on to them.
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Oct 31, 2017 19:19:10 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo Kazimir Jankowski
Sir Stigs did not know these men who were pulled into the well. Bakers, farmers, merchants, tradesmen all the same, their merit was not found in combat. As such, they were gone. He stood, blankly facing the well for a hefty silence as Kazimir placed his arm in front of him and the noblemen squabbled of strategy. He waited even when Kazimir spoke aloud, not contributing to ideas. Sir Stigs merely shuffled one foot in place, toe digging into soil. He listened to the wind dying as it took one last strike at rustling leaves. He heard the faint warbles of birds charm the forest so dreaded. Most importantly, he felt each individual grain of dirt run over the plate of his boot. It was nobody else's turn but his own. This is where the path led. The well was the landmark, after all.
"I will go," Sir Stigs stated plainly.
With this, he would make his way to one of the horses, who had rope wrapped about upon the side of its saddle. Sir Stigs would fasten the rope around his waist, which was a hefty sum given his girth rivaled his height. With much coil still remaining, he would toss the rope onto the ground. It glided wildly through the air and in no general direction before flailing uneventfully onto the ground. Thud. Sir Stigs did not wait for any one individual to grab the rope before leaving. He sauntered towards the well unchecked. He had made his choice. The well was the destination. There was only forward.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Nov 1, 2017 15:13:30 GMT -8
Kazimir Jankowski and Sir Stigs would be too late to save the two locals, it would appear. As they went onwards and went just up to the well, an explosion of mist would come out with considerable force and then form two columns of water levitating at either side of the well. Slowly, both columns would start pouring back into the well and a high-pitched laughing would come from the well's depths. If and when they neared the well again, there they'd see the water continuously drifting down to fill it up once more. However, there was a young woman, black haired, and black eyed with a strange silky green dress that was clinging but not revealing of indeterminate material or make. Her eyes would perhaps gain their attention shortly after the long pointed ears nearly hitting the walls of the wall. The eyes were black; not just in pupil or iris, but completely. It was as though they would be looking into some abyss of a horrid soul, and perhaps they really were. She'd keep laughing with the water rising above her ankles and then knees, and eventually it would go over her head and mouth. Yet, the lady didn't seem bothered by this at all and it didn't seem to affect the sound of her breathing. Yet, slowly she sank back down, and once out of sight it would be a few moments before a 'gloop' noise was followed by a few bubbles, with two tremors in the earth. One going to the well, and one away. Not giving the men any respite, a large horned snake would poke it's head out of the water, and leap out at Kazimir seeing him as a slightly less heavy target. Even in flight, the glands surrounding its sharp fangs were spewing a foul smelling poison.
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Nov 5, 2017 9:33:01 GMT -8
Kazimir would hold Sir Stigs' rope, but it was all fruitless as the two were blown back. Mustering the courage to see for himself the hussar peered within and gazed upon the bewitched lady, cursing. "By God!" he proclaimed, "what is this witchery!"
He barely had time to react when the serpent appeared - and promptly fell back onto his haunches to avoid the slithering creature. He instinctively brought his hand up and covered his face, attempted to grab Sir Stigs, and sought to flee from the immediate area.
Crossbows, he thought, we need crossbows!
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Nov 8, 2017 10:43:37 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo Kazimir JankowskiThe explosive mist shrouded Sir Stigs within an envelope of water. When it cleared, he appeared as a pebble might at the bottom of a river. His chrome, armored service twinkled in various intensities as miniature streams slid down every groove of his metal. He stared, his perception just clearing the height of the well. Someone was laughing. Sir Stigs had never enjoyed falling long distances. Perhaps diving into water would make things better. He also wondered how one could enjoy themselves to the point of sounding like a woman. And weren't there two men that fell into the well? Why wasn't the other laughing? Sir Stigs decided to investigate with a terse swing of his neck downward, gazing into the well. Hm. Interesting. A low, monotonous humming, one sound that could only be Sir Stigs, began to play. It was akin to a hammer striking a coiled, stretched length of metal wire. There was something of the 'witchcraft' as Kazimir called it that irked Sir Stigs. That, or the fact that he was not particularly fond of laughing for no apparent reason. Sir Stigs could not tell. In the midst of his thoughts, the pensive Sir noticed a snake had erupted from the well. That confused him. He'd just been looking into that very same well. As it took to toward the air toward Kazimir, he was caught in whimsy. Sir Stigs could only deduce, as he had never known a snake to enter the water, that it was capable of teleportation. He would need to be extra careful against this creature. Before he could engage, he felt the hand of Kazimir wrap about his wrist. He broke his grasp and stood still for a moment. Had Kazimir attempted to grapple him? Sir Stigs stared at him blankly, one arm defensively back and the other engaged. No, there was no time to spar at the moment. There was no need to disengage. They were many vs. one... and a half? Sir Stigs wasn't sure how many fighters a large snake accounted for. "Watch the well," Sir Stigs said. With the utmost care, he would swing with a wild haymaker toward the snake. He sought to wrap his hands about the neck of it, just before the head. With his thumbs he would push down and forward, seeking to snap the spine of the fanged beast with a titanic grip. First the snake, then the well. The destination did not change when obstacles were placed before it.
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