City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Nov 24, 2017 13:40:45 GMT -8
A few hours travel from the nearest town deep into the woods and those searching may come upon tall, wrought iron gates emblazoned with the silhouette of a sparse tree, the naked branches creeping from the central trunk into the imagery of either door of the gate. On a tarnished, brass plaque set in the stone pillars that flanked either gate, a name was etched in gorgeous calligraphy: "Highwind Manor" Yet even from here, one could not see the manor proper, instead a road of flagstones led off into the recesses of pallid trees that seemed to mock the gate's own emblem. A chain complete with padlock seemed as if it might secure the gate from within, yet the way it hung slack off of one of the doors made it clear that it wasn't going to be doing much in the way of security if anyone decided to simply march in, and though a the post that may once have held a summons bell did exist, it lacked anything to wring the only semblance of its original purpose laying on the ground rusted beyond use. It seemed Lord Francoeur didn't have many visitors.
If one ventured through the gates without a summons, no magic would impede them. No traps or wild dogs. The wide cobblestone path, large enough for a wagon to travel down, might feel different beneath their feet, hooves, tentacles, or any other locomotive appendages they may have, but it offered little else of the sensation of nobility. No manicured grass or servants coming to greet them, and from the sounds of it, wild animals didn't deeply concern themselves with the barrier the fence provided. Eventually, however, if one followed the oath to its natural completion, above them would loom a mammoth, four storied building that stretched out in every direction, as if trying desperately to claim any ground it could as its own. From the peeling paints and vines that crept up the walls, one might think it abandoned if not for a few windows, still alight in the night. Here it was, Manor Highwind. If one were to be seeking the quest posted about Fort Lortham, perhaps the front door, as intimidating as the dark wooden beast may be would be the best choice.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Nov 30, 2017 7:55:21 GMT -8
Through the muddy roads i hastily made my way, The rain pouring from the cold skies in quantities rarely seen in these parts and if that wasn't enough the rain slowly turned to ice as the night set upon me, My pace increasing while searching for any natural protection from the balls of ice,that seemed to tear themselves through the leaves of the surroundings trees. it was at this moment that i found it, An iron gate marked by two stone pillars appeared at the side of the road after a dark patch of vegetation. there wasn't time to hesitate, I had to get out of this storm, I opened the creaking gate as i made my way to the mansion with the road feeling even stranger than the sulking wet mud around my feet, Noticing that the windows had a flickering light in them, Giving me a slight hope of a warm place to rest. I reached a small overhang at the side of the mansion. Only noticing how far i ran until i looked back from the front porch. I took some time to breath as i started to shake. I didn't take in my surroundings as i started to knock on the door. "anyone in there" i shouted as i dropped my bag next to me.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Nov 30, 2017 16:27:45 GMT -8
For a few solitary minutes, it seemed the only one willing to heed her call was the smiling gargoyle whose hands grasped the large brass knocker. With a rumble, and then a creak of protest, however, the door swung open. For a moment it seemed too dark to see, until a figure moved a candle between them, the light flickering as the winds outside teased the small flame, threatening to extinguish it. The man on beyond the light, however, was more of a concern. He was short and wiry, a few inches shorter than the girl before him, though the lines on his weathered face hinted at his middle age. A messy mass of thick brown hair matted with his beard. His clothing was simple and stained, hardly the befitting one whom would answer an estate's doors, but his dark, glittering eyes sized the girl up.
"You must be here for the job." he reasoned, his voice strained and high-pitched, as though forcing himself to speak after a century of silence. "Come in. I'm Vex, welcome to Manor Highwind blah blah" he chattered, waving off the ceremony of introduction as he stepped aside, allowing her to enter if she chose to do so.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 1, 2017 10:43:52 GMT -8
Before i could enter he already left the door open for me, i wasn't in a position to argue with the night approaching i thought as i grabbed my bag and carefully entered the doors grand mansion carefully choosing my words as i did so "thank you for answering me, a storm like that i haven't seen in quite some time". the storm that seemed so loud only seconds ago was now no more than a constant ticketing on the mansion. my clothes however were still dripping from the rain. "I'm really sorry for my state" i said as i looked at him for the first time i entered. I wasn't quite sure what to make of him, he seemed open to visitors yet i couldn't quite place him his dark eyes that i was only able to see with a flicker was quite ominous. Possibly The cold dark skies where my reason for this distrust.
I held my bag behind me as i started to explain that i dint know of what quest he spoke yet that maybe be able to help.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 1, 2017 11:42:42 GMT -8
When told she didn't know of the quest, Vex hesitated, turning to look more fully at the girl before him. She was young, but she looked fairly strong. She only had a dagger, which could be an issue, but he was certain that given some prodding Lord Baxter would be willing to supply her. "Well, if you aren't here for the mission then I guess you need to speak with Lord Baxter, he's the one who owns this place. I'm just his ranger." he explained with a wave of his hand. "Let me get you something to dry off with, just don't put anything in your pockets, alright stranger?" wandering off and leaving Tsali alone in the entryway. Within, the manor seemed even darker than the night, and a far off rumble of thunder seemed to accent the already uneasy atmosphere. Thankfully the ranger had left the candle on a small wooden table, providing some light for their visitor as he wandered casually off into the pitch blackness.
Barely discernible in the darkness a staircase with large, flourishing railings led up to the second floor, a door at the top framed with some light beyond. Around her, art, strange wooden decor and the occasional head of a taxidermied beast gave the impression of a lived-in estate, if not for the cobwebs that hung off of them in curtains, caked in so much dust it seemed even the spiders had abandoned them.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 1, 2017 13:45:41 GMT -8
"Ofcourse not" i said "And thank you" i smiled as you walked off, Lowering my drenched hood and trying not to leave too many puddles around the place as i started wondering who Lord baxter could be. the dusty hall giving little clues to me besides the was interested in art and paintings. My suspicion of the other man dropped however, The man seemed quite nice even if i couldn't quite place him. the candle flickered every now and then forming a small warm light was it not for the door at the top of the stairs. So that's where the light came from i thought thinking back to when i saw a fairly well lit mansion it the windows. I remained in my place as i rubbed my arms together, breathing in them to warm myself up. hoping the ranger would return soon with something warmer.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 3, 2017 18:37:13 GMT -8
After a few minutes in the darkness, the storm outside seeming to increase in volume as if battling the oppressive silence that would otherwise dominate the estate, a flicker of the candle's light cast a rippling shadow that seemed to summon the ranger from his errand. Standing before her unexpectedly, he held out a thick towel, knitted together with plush fabrics. Beneath it was a new set of clothes, an off-white loose-fitting shirt clearly cut for a man, though the open front was thankfully set with small leather thongs one could tie together for modesty if one chose to do so and a pair of breeches.
"We don't have any spare clothes for women." he explained to her, though he lacked much of an apologetic tone on the subject. With a nod of his head he directed her to follow him as he led the way a short distance to a door set adjacent to the once-grand staircase. Swinging it open he held the candle inside for her benefit, revealing...monsters! All around them, beasts of various shapes and sizes loomed, faces locked in snarls, lithe bodies poised to pounce upon them! With a sweep of the candle, however, as Vex headed further into the room their wooden expressions and the cobwebs that hung from them revealed their true nature of taxidermy. A number of magical and non-magical beasts cast fearsome shadows as the candles flickered, and the ranger set the candle on the head of a long since expired wolf.
"You can get changed in here." he directed. "Just leave your old clothes and I'll see to it that they're dried by the time you leave." he explained, heading to the door. "There's a lock on the inside, and nothing to fit in your pockets, so take your time. When you're ready I'll take you to see Lord Baxter." he told her, closing the door behind him.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 4, 2017 12:52:12 GMT -8
her concentration was abruptly broken as the man came quietly around the corner again, His footsteps drowned out by the cold icy rain fall. her gaze focused away from the dusty paintings and back at the man again. I gladly took the dry clothes and knitted blanket in her hands, thanking the man with a small bow for the hospitality, "I'm already more than happy with what you could give me here, thank you". Relieved that i could soon start to warm myself up again from the cold wet rain that was still soaked into the thick fabric of my robes.
I followed the man again with all my possessions as he made his way further down the hall, before noticing a muffling smell of wild beasts, like the smell of a herd of unwashed dogs in an inclosed area which was not far from the reality. The shadows seen from the candle light revealed them even before the door was fully opened. i jumped back defensively as it seemed for a moment that the creatures were alive thanks to the flickering candle light along the outlines of the beasts. however a quick sweep revealed the taxidermy that was the beasts. I let my guard down again, pulling my hand away from my dagger pouch. i followed behind him again taking in the trophy's around the room of various beasts, some rare and some common. Some she hadn't seen sinds her journey from the great plains, My nostalgic wave quickly stopped as the man pointed me towards a room. "Thank you" i said before realizing i hadn't introduced myself yet in my haste to get somewhere dry. "Im tsali" i said as i turned back towards the man, "sorry i hadn't introduced myself before in the haste" i turned back again towards the door as i opened it and locking it behind me again, Coming to a small side room with little more than a chair as i begun to dry myself off with the towel, Changing into the new set of clothes that could do well for now. beginning some small talk over the door "May i ask you story?" i asked as was changing, Trying to make the best of the situation.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 4, 2017 14:55:28 GMT -8
Whether or not one might feel uncomfortable with the strange ranger around, he seemed to prove trustworthy in this way. Facing the far wall, his back to the door, he listened to the girl introduce herself, as well as ask questions about him. "I'm nobody important." he was quick to say, clearly avoiding the topic of conversation she attempted to bring up. "I simply serve Lord Baxter in his searches, as well as hunting or capturing certain creatures for his studies." Whether or not he was interested in returning her curiosity was rather doubtful, considering the silence he let fill the space between them as he waited for her to finish changing.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 5, 2017 11:57:59 GMT -8
I paused for a moment after the man replied hastily, thinking of the appropriate words for this situation. "Sounds like you're pretty important to bexter" I said with slight smile on my lips after a few moments passed, i continued by making a small necklace for my flask out of the piece of rope which it was attached to my pants with and leaving my dagger in my bag. I didn't push for any further conversation and after a few more minutes of silence. The sound of the locking mechanism filled the room for a brief moment before i stepped out of the room back into muffling smell of the other room, Facing towards you "I'm back" i said in my new attire, my possessions in the other room, As spread out as i could lay them for them to dry.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 6, 2017 12:26:41 GMT -8
The silence was short-lived, thanks to Tsali's quick dressing, and once she'd left the room, Vex gave a nod. "I will get your things dried and returned to you by the time you leave." he assured her. Retrieving the candle, he headed towards the ornate staircase. "Lord Baxter will see you now. Make sure you refer to him as "Lord Francoeur" or "milord". Stand straight, and try not to waste his time. If all goes well, you should at the very least find shelter until the storm has ended." he instructed. When at last they'd reached the top of the stairs, faced now with a tall, shadowed door, a small amount of light flickering beneath it. Pushing the handle down, Vex entered the room without so much as a knock. "Lord Baxter." he addressed to a young man in his mid-twenties who sat with his back to the new visitors. With a sigh of annoyance, the young man turned towards his ranger with such force his ponytail of hair flicked over his shoulder. When he saw the woman, however, he slammed the book on his desk shut, setting aside his quill and getting to his feet with alacrity. "Ah, at last someone has responded to my summons!" he declared, striding towards Tsali Kaue. "You must have many questions for me, I'm sure. After all, I am the utmost authority on the subject. I'll admit, I hardly expected it to be a woman to respond, but I suppose I can't exactly be pi- are those my clothes?" he rambled., only stopping when he looked her up and down enough to see that she most certainly was wearing clothing quite like his own. It was hardly surprising Vex would choose them, however, as the man stood before her was thin, and about her height. Though it was difficult to see between two candles, his blue eyes searched her face and then Vex's, clearly expecting an explanation. |
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 8, 2017 13:50:56 GMT -8
"Thank you" i replied to his calming words. I felt safe, Surprisingly so. probably because of the hospitality with which the man took me in although the tension started to rise again as the man took me upstairs to meet the man who presumably owned this estate. The realization that i was still in unfamiliar territory came over me. I quickly came back to the situation at hand however as the man started to quickly explain to me some rules for when i talked to this man. and before i knew it the door was open in front of me. Hoping i would make a good impression or at least receive a place to sleep.
I cautiously followed the man into the room where i saw a lonesome man, The man called Milord or baxter it was Lord Francoeur for me however as it seemed like the best of the options. I straightened my back as i thought of my best way to go about this, 'Ask about the quest first?' the sound of the shutting book filling the air as he faced towards me. 'Maybe i could explain my situation first or maybe it was better to offer my help from the start'. i held my posture with firm as i looked back at his exciting tone abruptly stopped as he noticed as i was wearing his clothing. "I.." I mumbled as i choked on my words for a moment. "I'm terribly sorry to face you like this Lord Francoeur" i begun as i had found my words again "yet i came here to shelter from the rain and i would wish to trade my services for this quest in trade for shelter" i said as professional as i could as i let the air speak for a moment. A tense feeling washed over me. "And i would like to thank you, Your ranger has done an excellent job receiving me here".
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Hilde
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Roleplay posts: 14 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 8, 2017 15:40:43 GMT -8
There was a woman, coming up the forest path. She was tall, but that was most certainly not her most visible feature. There was a bow fit for a titan secured on her back, the string running across her chest, cast in shining metal. Massive arrows poked out, head-first, from behind her shoulder, their fletching sticking out in reach of her right hand. A rough cloak spared her from some of the hailstorm, but she was soaked through nonetheless. Even still, she walked stoically, as though careless of the weather.
Hilde disliked rain, as it forced her to dry off her cuirass, lest it begin to rust. She disliked hail, too. Her arms were mostly immune to its effects, but her head was lacking in protection. Once, a chunk of ice had got into her eye, and it stung for weeks. Now, she was hunched over as she walked, left arm raised protectively, making sure the hail not cause her any major problems. She was used to such weather, but that did not mean she liked it. Hilde spit a chunk of ice on the ground, grumbling under her breath. She'd opened her mouth for but a moment!
She was in sight of the manor, but it would be a few minutes more before she reached it. A few more minutes of slogging through mud and God's own slingshot barrage. A particularly large piece struck her ear, making her wince. Eventually, however, she managed to make her way up to the manor's gates. Open and unlocked. And old. The mercenary grimaced, but pushed forward regardless. She paid little attention to the gardens, but what she saw did not fill her with confidence. She wasn't expensive, but could this fellow afford even her? This 'toff didn't seem particularly loaded. Well, she'd have to see.
The mercenary archer reached the front doors of the run-down manor -these, at least, looked solid- and gave a sonorous knock, with her prodigious right arm. Just a lovetap, of course, but the booming sound it produced had to have been heard.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 8, 2017 22:59:45 GMT -8
When Tsali offered to take the quest, even going so far as to compliment Vex's hospitality, the young noble put his hands on his hips. "Yes, well, I suppose that shouldn't be a problem. Even so, I won't have my employees being paid in-" at that moment a battering ram must have hit the door, a thin layer of dust descending down off of the ceiling and room's other adornments from the sheer impact. For a moment the the two men looked at each other and then to the girl before them, as if she could offer an explanation, but when no explanation came forth Lord Baxter fixed Vex with an expectant stare. With a nod, Vex headed once more out the door and down the staircase. "Perhaps we should wait and continue this once we see what this disturbance has been about." the Lord suggested.
Downstairs, the ranger made his way to the door, yanking it open with a groan of hinges to reveal an almost entirely darkened exterior. Fortunately, the Ranger held up a candle, casting light over his features, and those of his visitor. Another woman? This one, however, seemed different. Certainly less friendly. With his dark, glittering eyes glancing past her as if looking for the ogre that had knocked on his door he motioned for her to come in. "You must be here for the job?" he said, though after his last burn he seemed less certain of his own question. "I am Vex, Ranger of Lord Baxter. I'll get you a towel and a change of clothes." he offered, setting the candle down on the table beside them.
"Please try not to nick anything while I'm gone."
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 9, 2017 7:52:04 GMT -8
I looked as confused as the two men after the small shake up, You'd think there'd be none on the road at this hour, Especially not with this weather, We looked at each other in silence until the ranger moved downstairs with nothing more than a small nod. i turned back at Lord Francoeur,"I agree" i said as he offered to wait yet i was Hoping i could use this moment to ask some questions or just explain to him what he needed. "May i ask you about this quest? What exactly it is" I asked curiously. as i held my hands on my back. "As i don't know much about it yet it might be useful to fill me in for now".
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Hilde
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 9, 2017 11:17:28 GMT -8
When the door was opened, Hilde was certainly relieved, though her expression remained one of vague annoyance. As the... servant, she supposed, evaluated her, she observed his candle-lit visage, looking him up and down, sizing him up. He seemed alright, at least in her books. When, at long last, she was invited inside, she quickly accepted, half-muttering and half-grunting in assent. She simply nodded, when he asked about her purpose there. It was, after all, the truth. She just wished she didn't have to wade through a storm to get there. His following statement identified him as a ranger in service of the lord of this house, which made an awful lot of sense, as he didn't have the air of a... what was the word? A butler.
Hilde really didn't need a change of clothes, but she supposed letting what she had dry wasn't a bad idea. If the ranger was willing to offer, who was she to refuse? Nevertheless, the tall woman bristled at the implication that she might steal something. "I ain't no thief," she muttered, gritting her teeth. "I'm a legitim- legitime- I'm a pro, dammit!" Of course, by now the ranger had already left, so she was unsure whether he'd heard her. Hopefully, it was so. She didn't want any misunderstandings. She was legit! She was! She didn't cut a classy figure, but she was no two-timing thief.
It was no use. Sighing, the archer looked about the entrance of the manor. She flicked a statuette with her left, making it quiver and shake. As it was about to fall, she steadied it, grasping it with her hand before it could topple over. Crisis averted. Hilde then stood back, and awaited patiently Vex's return.
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City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 9, 2017 17:42:53 GMT -8
Hilde wouldn't be alone for long before the ranger, lost somewhere in the darkness appeared without warning. Clutching a bundle of a towel and a fresh set of clothes, he proffered it to her. As what Tsali wore these clothes were clearly cut to fit a man, though it likely wouldn't have trouble fitting Hilde's frame. "Legitimate. Right." Vex replied dryly as he picked up the candle once more. Ushering her up the steps, towards the now-ajar door, the Ranger stopped in the doorway. "We have another visitor." he informed the Lord. "This one is even here for the quest." he added, though he didn't leave the dripping Hilde for long. Returning to her side he stopped at an adjacent room, opening the door. This was likely once the quarters of a servant, the thin mattress sagging on the bed as if left unattended to for decades. The smell of must was overpowering, and dust caked any surface it had access to. Shying away from light a small mouse darted beneath the bed in terror of the giants that had so suddenly decided to invade its territory.
"The maids haven't been in for awhile." Vex stated, though whether or not it was a joke was difficult to tell from his lack of enthusiasm, reaching up to scratch at his beard. "We have someone else meeting Lord Baxter, currently. You will receive your briefing then." he told her, turning away from the door. "Leave your items in the room and I will see too it they get dried before dawn."
Waiting patiently, Lord Baxter began examining his books on the shelves that lined his walls, the dim light from the candle hardly giving enough to see them all. When Tsali asked her question, however, he looked more directly at her. "Well, I suppose if our mercenary friend who arrived read my posting, he must already be aware of the situation. I'm sure he won't mind if I recap it for you. Fort Lortham, long since lost to time, has been rediscovered! Vex managed to find it during his travels, something I had been searching for for years! While I wanted it to be investigated immediately, there were apparently some disturbing "noises" and "Movement" coming from within and apparently Vex thought it best to return here and hire some adventurers to help clear it out. That is where you and our new mercenary come in! You two will go with Vex back to Fort Lortham, and clear it from whatever manner of beast calls it its home. Once it is finished, you will get your first term of payment and you can choose to release yourself from my services."
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 9, 2017 19:07:34 GMT -8
"Lortham" She whispered as she looked pensively back at the man, swearing she had heard it before yet it escaped her mind, Possibly she was thinking of another place entirely or maybe she has heard it as a passive comment from someone she met on her travels. She dismissed it quickly as it didn't seem like the best time to engage in deep thoughts. "That seems fair enough" she continued "Is there any information on this beast?" it seemed like a simple quest especially for a party of 3 people. And the ranger's physique seemed well enough to handle small or even medium sized beasts so i wondered what kind of beast this could be, not only that but a new visitor was intriguing for sure. One thing was certain however, I finally knew the rangers name, Vex.
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Hilde
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 10, 2017 13:59:46 GMT -8
Hilde was just about to start tearing into the ranger, as she felt she was being insulted, when he handed her the clothes. She paused to look them over -men's clothing, but they'd fit her fine, she supposed. Besides, she was used to wearing street clothing, fit for long journeys on dusty roads. Never once in her life had the archer worn a skirt. Well, not since she got the tattoos, at any rate. Absentmindedly, almost by reflex, she rubbed her right arm, suppressing a shudder and a grimace. Nothing beyond simple awkwardness surfaced on her body language, as she fidgeted in the entrance.
When Vex returned, Hilde allowed herself to be led away, to a nearby room that had probably known better days. "I can see that," she said, chuckling, echoing his quip. "I don't mind."
She didn't. She'd slept in much, much worse conditions, more times than she could count. Like on the bloodstained cot a man had just died in, and in a moldy, abandoned barn. At least this place had a roof and a bed. She hadn't come to be comfortable, she'd come here to kill things and people for coin.
"Tha's okay." someone else? Must've been some 'toff. "So long as I get ta meet th' lord, I can wait."
His final address was met with a muttered "Yeah, yeah...", as the archer started undressing, unfastening the cuirass and removing her soaked boots. She rapidly wore her borrowed clothing, only adding her own belt, with attached dagger. The great bow was left leaning against the wall, next to its titanic bolts.
Hilde waited.
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City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 10, 2017 15:31:08 GMT -8
Outside the storm seemed to worsen, even audible deeper in the bowels of the estate. With them, however,joined a knock on Hilde's door. When there was no protest, Vex opened the door with a creak, leaning inside. "Come with me. The Lord will want both of you to hear this." he explained. Letting the woman walk out, he glanced at the massive bow, arching a brow before overtaking her so he could show her the way. Such a thing was hardly necessary however, as he merely led her to an adjacent room, stopping her before entering. "Lord Baxter will see you now. Make sure you refer to him as "Lord Francoeur" or "milord". Stand straight, and try not to waste his time." he told her, as if reading from a script. "If nothing else, I'm sure he will at least provide you with shelter until the storm clears."
With that, he swung open the door, stepping inside. "Lord Baxter, your second mercenary has arrived." announced. Within, the young Lord beamed, stepping past Tsali for a moment. "Excellent!" he declared cheerfully. "Bring him in, Vex, anyone who knocks as hard as he did surely can handle a few monsters!" The Ranger inclined his head slightly, not correcting the Lord's assumption as he motioned for Hilde to enter. In an instant, the Lord Francoeur's face fell at the sight of her. He had expected a giant of a man, not a scrawny woman! Even so, he managed to reapply his smile, though it was considerably less sincere.
"I didn't realize there were so many woman adventurers! How...quaint. Come in, please. Now is time for proper introductions. I am Lord Baxter H. Francoeur, as I'm sure you're both well aware of. I study ancient magics and how it effects the development of what others might call, "Magical beasts." Now, for the quest. As you both likely know by now, Vex has rediscovered Fort Lortham, a lost symbol of our history. Now, what is important about Fort Lortham, one might ask? About forty years ago, this fort served faithfully until one fateful day: Overnight this fort simply...disappeared-" the Lord raised his arms slightly, wiggling his fingers as if to accent the spookiness of the entire situation. After a moment he cleared his throat, continuing- "Anyways, this phenomenon seemed to steal the entire fort and the grounds beneath it in the night, leaving nothing but a crater where it once remained. No one who was in the fort was ever recovered, nor heard from again. For forty years this has been nothing more than an unsolved mystery. Until now." motioned towards Vex he gave a proud grin.
"My ranger has rediscovered the fort in my name! It still stands and seems to have been teleported to a different location, a week's travel by horseback from here. Imagine, it was so close! Practically right under our noses, and still not discovered. I intend to study it fully but Vex believes it to be inhabited by something. As such he refused to go in alone, but with the three of you working together, you should very well be able to clear this Fort at and set up my own teleportation circle, allowing me to join you when safe!" he paused them, holding out his arms slightly as if waiting to hear their undoubtedly ecstatic reactions.
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