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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 6, 2017 18:42:02 GMT -8
A Quiet Forest Pathway Some adventurers may have heard of a shortcut to town, through a thick forest. The path is quiet and somewhat overgrown, but still seems easy enough to traverse. The locals in the area tend to be rather odd, with massive beards and an odd, mumbling dialect. Most of them spend their time fixing horse-carts in front of their houses, or making their own mead in buckets in their sheds. They tend to point people towards the path, although it's hard to tell exactly what they say about it.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Oct 7, 2017 5:00:11 GMT -8
RaniRalf and Rani's time spent in Venland was not necessarily a pleasant one. Although his Varan comrades had managed to sell some of their goods, the northmen had to make haste leaving the region after Ralf's incident. Apparently he had morphed into the White Wolf and caused quite a ruckus at the Spoils of War. Paranoid that he may hurt a friend or an innocent being, Ralf was determined to either find a cure for his lycanthropy or at least discover a way to control it. He wasn't sure if the trait was a blessing or curse, and wrestled with the thought during his current trip. Ralf would be traveling down a lone road that would converge with with another. This new road cut through a forest that, as the peculiar locals seemed to indicate, led to a town within or on the other side. And that town would serve as a place of rest and respite for the White Wolf. Rani may or may not have chosen to tag along after Ulvrive. The Varan warrior would have tried his hardest to convince his old friend to come along, for he enjoyed her company and desired her presence. Unfortunately, Ralf had only a few coins - not even enough to buy a mount. He wore his chainmail armor, wolf-themed apparel, steel sword, ancestral family sword, and his Hirhanic shield.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 7, 2017 6:45:37 GMT -8
Rani had regrouped with Ralf as it was time to leave Ulvrive. The shaman travelled with Ralf and would help him find what he's looking for.
"So ya can turn into a wolf now? I've heard of such stories before of people that could turn into animals. If there's anything I could do to help ya I'll be here with you." Rani would be able to help Ralf out with things that are magical and together they could find a cure, or something close. Rani's rapter Uzi followed right behind the troll who held him by a lead.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Oct 7, 2017 7:36:00 GMT -8
Ralf scratched his head in confusion, “I... I suppose I can. All this time I’ve been searching for the White Wolf - it’s been me all along.” The Varan frowned as he remembered all the rumors - all of the horrific tales he had heard. Bodies torn apart, organs strewn about a forest clearing, whole farmsteads slaughtered. A great ball of grief welled within him.
He turned his attention to Rani “thank you, sister, for coming with me. I... am fortunate to have a friend who can help me through this.” Ralf smiled through his grief and patted his dear friend on the shoulder. His respect for the troll was absolute, and he’d do anything for Rani.
The duo continued on down the forest path. Ralf occasionally glanced back at Uzi, as if he thought the beast might take a chunk out of his back.
I prefer horses... or wolves.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 8, 2017 6:33:05 GMT -8
The Varan lord and the bluish troll-creature would find the path to be easy to follow, if somewhat overgrown. A sparkling stream flowed alongside, bubbling and splashing as it poured over the rocks. The birds chirped in the trees, a rather discordant serenade for the two travelers. As they walked, they'd eventually come to a fork in the road. The left path followed the stream, while the right headed up a hill. Which one had that local said to go on again? It had been almost impossible to understand him, with all his mumbling through his beard. He'd said something about a "crick"...whatever that was. But he'd also mentioned a hill...or maybe he'd been talking about the hills behind his house. He'd rambled on quite a bit, in the odd mumbling dialect of the locals in the area. The pair would have to make their own decision as to which way to go.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Oct 8, 2017 6:58:58 GMT -8
RaniRalf paused at the fork and stroked his beard in contemplation. He wondered which path would lead to a town, if at all. Historically a group of folks might want to build along or at least near a source of water - so he was more inclined to follow the left path, which followed the stream. At least they could refill their canteens if they went this way as well. And if his hunting skills had taught him anything, many a critter's path would cross the stream to sip its contents - so if the two needed to hunt for food it would be easier along the creek no doubt. Perhaps the decision would have much easier if Ralf could have only understood the mumbling fool's dialect. Collecting his thoughts the Varan turned to his friend and said "I say we take the left path and follow this stream. What say you, sister?"
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 12, 2017 16:37:58 GMT -8
( Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf Strangers and Travelers ) Rani watches Ralf as he speaks to her, paying attention to what and how he speaks of his troubles. She tilts her head and looks at path from Ralf's extended arm back to his eyes. She had a feeling of admiration with the Varan Warrior and couldn't allow him to be miserable like this. "Ah~ Raff, don't blame yaself, you did not know. Atleast now ya succeeded in capturing da Woof(wolf), now you just have to tame it!" As they reached the fork in the road, Rani took a look for herself. "Ja, I agree. Da man from before mentioned a Creek I think. Let us go." It was decided now that they'd follow the left path. As they came close to the stream, Uzi would hiss with annoyance. The Scar Raptor did not like water, it confused him. There was not much water in the area of the World Scar he came from, only when it rained would he have to deal with water, falling water obscures the Raptor's senses. At a certain point he'd refuse to move further until Rani convinced him to keep going. With her mount cooperating, she returned to her conversation with Ralf. "What causes da transformation? What happens around you before da Woof attacks?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 17, 2017 15:03:19 GMT -8
As the odd pair followed the left pass, Ralf's suspicions would prove true. A small, fluffy critter ran across the path, squeaking with fright. Some sort of marmot, perhaps? A moment later, a large bobcat bounded after it, clearly intent on making a meal out of it. A sharp-eyed observer would notice something odd, however. The bobcat wore a collar, set with a glittering emerald. It caught up to the marmot within a matter of seconds, pouncing upon the unfortunate rodent and tearing it apart.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Oct 17, 2017 16:26:14 GMT -8
Rani Strangers and TravelersRalf sees the bobcat leap towards the marmot and proceed to rip into it. "Let nature do its work," he would say to Rani. He would draw his sword and ready his shield just in case the beast turned to face them. The Varan may have skirted around the carnivore and avoided it, or at least killed it just to be safe, but whatever he was thinking he soon changed his mind once he saw the collar. "Rani, do you see that?" he asked his dead friend, "the... collar?" Already a plan was formulating his head. Obviously this creature belonged to someone, or some thing - a collar around its neck wasn't natural, especially with the emerald embedded into it. It would have been unwise to kill it, for a variety of reasons... but the whole ordeal piqued his curiosity. "See if we can take it down alive," he told Rani. Ralf would approach and challenge the bobcat, holding his shield in front of him and waiting for it to pounce. As soon as it did so the Varan warrior would try to bash it as hard as necessary, either knocking it out or immobilizing it for a moment.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 18, 2017 16:16:44 GMT -8
"Huh? A collar?" Rani raised a hand above her eyes to scope out the bobcat. Uzi also spotted the bobcat and grumbled until Rani patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go around and see if I can ensnare it. Uzi, be good and don't kill it." Rani crept around to find an angle to strike from. She watched the Bobcat and looked to a nearby tree, from that the shaman focused her nature magic to make a vine creep down and slither toward the cat's leg. Strangers and Travelers
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