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Post by The Witch of the Wood on Sept 26, 2017 13:41:46 GMT -8
The Witchwood
The Witchwood is a place of evil and mystery. Few dare to travel its wooded groves, and those who do rarely return. Men and women who live to tell their tales often speak of unimaginable horrors, become insane, or refuse to speak of their experience. Great oaks stretch forth into the sky like towers, and the canopy overhead blots out the sun, painting a permanent night across the forest. Rivers, creeks, and streams cut through the damp, black mud, curving around ancient stones and ruins. Bogs, marshes, and swamps hide but a few horrors the Witchwood contains. They say the Witch of the Wood lives here. As the legend goes the craven hag cursed this land at least a millennium ago and made it her own, spawning the nightmares which stalk the forest. They say she is as powerful as she is old, and despite her shrouded intentions she may help those who help her. Woe to the traveler who enters these woods, for you have gone mad.
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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 26, 2017 14:04:43 GMT -8
Wilhelm would tug on Dane's reins as he came to the edge of the Witchwood. An eerie quiet filled the air, interrupted only by a frog's croaking or a bird's cawing. "If you pray, Brother Audric, then I bid you pray now," he would tell his comrade. Without waiting on Audric Wilhelm would bow his head and mumble a prayer. "Blessed be HE, who grants me strength and shows me mercy. I ask for his guidance and protection in this endeavor, and for his forgiveness for my association to this vile place. Amen." Raising his head and, assuming Audric was finished, he would proceed into the Witchwood. The forest grew dark quickly, and Audric would find it near impossible to see to far ahead. It seemed a shadow would move around every stone, every hill, and every trunk. A sound would arise, but a source could not be determined. The old oaks threatened to smash them, groaning as they passed by. The sloshing of boots and horse hooves was the only thing that grounded the men to reality. The thick, black mud stank of death and decay, covering almost everything on the forest floor. "What is your greatest fear, Brother?" he would ask Audric as they continued on. Wilhelm did not seem at all perturbed by the atmosphere of this forest. He had very obviously been here, but was it his devotion to Angelism that maintained his composure, or his former paganism that made him familiar with such a locale? ( 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 27, 2017 17:34:37 GMT -8
As the two Brothers approached the wood Audric would dismount, put his helmet upon his head and draw his sword to hold two handed at his side. This reminded him horribly of Elwythe, and he didn't want to be caught off guard again. It was cold and dank, but nevertheless the Knight was sweating. It was a nasty place and he didn't want to be in it for long.
He paused alongside Wilhelm and kneeled with his sword planted slightly into the ground for the prayer. Audric didn't really know what to say, there weren't any specific prayers he wanted to call to mind so he just hoped, and hoped and hoped, wanting HIM to assemble his thoughts into prayers. He said an amen, lifted his helmet up to kiss his sword, made the sign of the cross and stood up to walk onward. Audric walked erratically, twitching and swiftly turning around with his sword raised at every other sound.
The man's consciousness was a little relaxed when he heard Wilhelm's voice and he pondered the question. "Losing everything. My faith, my family, my friends, all dear to a man. When that's gone, naught's left. What about you, brother?" He asked, wanting to keep on hearing a human voice. "Not a nice person, this companion of your's is I reckon to live here."
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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 28, 2017 13:22:44 GMT -8
Wilhelm nodded his head in agreement, concerning Audric's greatest fear. Once his Brother finished explaining this the Knight Scout would say "don't let her use it against you." This reply just so happened to lead into Audric's question. "No, she isn't nice... at least, not to others. But..." Wilhelm patted the pocket where his pagan ring was. "I am son of the Old Gods."
Audric might find the walk a little long, or perhaps a little short? It was a strange phenomenon common to any who entered the Witchwood. Time seemed to stand still, and a traveler would loose track of it altogether. Soon enough Wilhelm would hold his arm out to order Audric to stop. He slowly pointed ahead at a shack.
The structure was built of roots, vines, and fallen logs it seemed, held together by various supports and other trees. It was sitting right in the middle of a bog, surrounded by even more trees. A thin, muddy strip ran nearby and towards the entrance, but the heavy boots of the Knights would make the trail pointless.
"She's in there," Wilhelm whispered. "Just... let me do the talking, okay Brother? And try not to hack her head off, or exorcise her," he finished, joking.
The Knight Scout hitched Dane to a nearby limb and proceeded to carefully cross the bog towards the Witch's hut.
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Post by The Witch of the Wood on Sept 28, 2017 13:32:42 GMT -8
A cold, dank air floated from the darkness of the hut's entrance. It smelled strongly of rot. Wilhelm and Audric would crinkle their noses as they entered, unless they had a strong stomach. They'd both have to duck to fit inside, but once they walked a few steps they'd find themselves able to stand normally. The inside of the hut was quite large, but the various tables, chairs, instruments, and general items made it feel small. The entire place was dimly lit, with that same rotten smell hanging about. Feathered designs hung from the ceilings, adorned with various animal parts. Strewn across the tables were skinned creatures and their innards that neither Brother had ever seen before. Everything was fashioned using sticks, vines, limbs, and stumps, or bones, furs, and rocks. On the far end sat a dark-skinned woman with dreaded hair. She eyed Wilhelm for only a moment before smiling and turning away. Sitting in front of her was an iron cauldron, which sat over a fire. She stirred the concoction within methodically using a large wooden ladle. Behind her was a large iron chest. "Ahhh... Brother Wilhelm," the woman said, her voice thick with a foreign accent. "And who is your friend? Another Brother?" Her eyes opened wide as she smiled and licked her lips in Audric's direction. " Audric," she'd taunt. "Come into my little hut... come and sit by my fire. Aren't you cold?" Indeed, Audric would no doubt find the room very cold, and a certain temptation might rise in him to become warmer. Wilhelm, for his part, tried to move forward, ahead of his Brother, but hesitated when the Witch held up a hand. ( 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 30, 2017 11:34:27 GMT -8
"Easy for you to say." Audric said, walking inside. He held his sword to his breast like a teddy-bear knowing it was one of the last pure things around here. He'd recoil at all the disgusting sights and - without any exaggeration for drama - gag a little.
Audric looked around and every so often twitched, or raised his sword as if to cut somebody or in this context something in half. He turned around and growled at the witch at the mention of his name. "Well aren't you bloody clever!" he shouted in fury, his hands shaking. "What the bloody hell is it now!" he screamed when the woman held up a hand. "Let's get this over with quick, or my blade will taste blood." Bloody witches....
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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 Oct 2, 2017 13:41:13 GMT -8
Audric VIIIWilhelm stretched his hand out to restrain Audric as best he could. "Easy, Brother, easy," he'd say, "she's just testing you." When the Knight Scout felt his Brother was calm Wilhelm would approach the Witch of the Wood and begin to speak. First he pulled out his pagan ring and presented it to her, which she grinned at. "I'm here for my stuff," he said plainly. "You still have it, yes?" The Witch smiled and stood up, walking over to the chest. She fingered the lock for a few seconds before pulling it open, and then lifting the top. Inside were various belongings: Wilhelm's mail armor, his surcoat, sword, a crossbow, etc. The Witch would taunt him "the pagan who make-believes he's a holy knight of some false god." She approached him and caressed his cheek. "When are you going to join your brothers and sisters, my son?" Wilhelm knocked the Witch's hand away, then started to pull his belongings out and equip them. "Don't forget," he would start saying, "you're only alive because I will it." With that the Knight Scout would nod at Audric and begin to leave the hut. "Come, my Brother, let's leave this wretched place." Before he exited he would say to the woman "until we meet again." The Witch smiled. But perhaps it was meant for Audric and not Wilhelm. Whatever the case, both Brothers would leave the woods and resume their journey. EXIT
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