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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 15, 2017 17:15:23 GMT -8
The Dreary Town of DullenTrue to its name, Dullen is a remarkably uninteresting town. So uninteresting, in fact, that it's quite unique. Nobody in the town ever seems to have a smile on their face, nor do they let out so much as a chuckle of amusement. An observant stranger wandering through the town might notice an unusual lack of children playing games, or people singing while they work. Instead, the work is done in depressing silence, complemented by an oppressive fog. The children labor along with the adults, carrying heavy loads and wearing bitter expressions on their faces. The sun never seems to shine on Dullen, as it's constantly covered in a thick blanket of fog.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 15, 2017 17:32:53 GMT -8
Rudiger swayed in the saddle, his head hanging low, bouncing along with the movements of his destrier. He had ridden through the night, trying to find some place of lodging away from the wilds that surrounded each side of the road. Now, he was paying the price for having never stopped, as exhaustion finally overtook him. The semi-conscious part of his mind thanked the gods for the dreary weather, as it allowed him to doze at leisure, without having to worry about the sun shining off his armor and waking him.
The first indication that they reached anything in this dreary place was when Bob suddenly came to a stop, and Rudiger nearly fell out of his saddle. The only thing that stopped him was the high pommel, and it caught him in the gut, the impact still carrying through the armor, and causing Rudiger to let out an, "oof". He quickly raised his head in shock, looking at what caused Bob to stop, when he saw the disturbingly quiet town. He made a kissing sound to Bob, and the destrier kept moving forward, as Rudiger guided the war horse through the working occupant. If I ever saw a town in need of help, this is it.
Rudiger looked for the tavern, as in his past that was the best place to look for work in a village. He spotted the modest inn, and dismounted in front of the door, before walking in.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 15, 2017 18:42:10 GMT -8
The townsfolk glanced up at Rudiger as he passed, but their faces betrayed no signs of interest. Not even the children seemed to care about a newcomer in shining armor and a massive horse, which was odd. Normally, they'd be all over him, gazing up wide-eyed at the man clearly out of one of their grandparent's stories.
As he walked into the inn, it became apparent that "modest" was quite the understatement. The inside was positively shabby, with unpainted walls and worn furniture. The fireplace was cold and dark, robbing the inn of any sort of welcoming appeal. A single man stood at the bar, polishing a rather filthy mug with a similarly grubby rag. There were no bards, no storytellers, no corset-clad waitresses fishing for a tip. The only other patron was an elderly woman, nursing a bowl of stew at the bar. Both the bartender and the customer looked up at Rudiger as he entered, but didn't say a word. The wind blew through an open window, allowing a wisp of fog to flow into the inn.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 15, 2017 19:32:07 GMT -8
Rudiger wasn't all that surprised by what he saw of the inn, if anything it made him more sure of his purpose of being here. He confidently strode up to the bar, and sat a few chairs down from the old woman, not quite sure he should sit too close to her. He peeled off his helmet, finally revealing his face to this strange little melancholy village. He gently laid the finely worked steel on the bar top, to spare the possibility of the entire bar collapsing if he set it down too hard. He shook his head quickly to get his tousled hair out of his face, and then patiently waited for the man to come down and serve him.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 15, 2017 21:49:45 GMT -8
The woman glanced over, face shrunken from age and a lack of teeth. She didn't say a word, however, and turned back to her stew without so much as a murmur. The bartender shuffled over, placing his mug down on the countertop with a soft clunk. He looked up at Rudiger with a dull, rather glazed-over expression. When he spoke, his voice was flat and emotionless, as though he'd been working for three days without so much as a moment to sleep.
"Hello there, stranger. Welcome to Dullen...can I get you anything? We have ale, soup, and...uh...bread. It's a little stale, but it's not to bad if you soak it in the soup."
A small striped cat wandered around the bar, tail pointed up in the air. It hopped up on the counter and sat down, staring at Rudiger with a rather judgmental expression, as cats tended to do.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 16, 2017 6:43:21 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded at the options for refreshment, and quickly settled as his stomach rumbled from the lack of food, "I'll take a bowl of soup and some bread." It was too early in the morning to contemplate having an ale. As he waited for his meal, Rudiger peeled off his gauntlet, and attempted to scratch the cat between the ears. As the bartender returned, Rudiger asked him, "So, how's life in the village?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 16, 2017 16:50:41 GMT -8
The cat fixed Rudiger with a very unamused glare as he scratched it, before getting up and walking a little ways down the counter. Once it found a spot safely out of his reach, it cast another withering towards the newcomer before curling up and going to sleep.
The bartender nodded, shuffling off to the back to retrieve Rudiger's order. He returned a moment later, bearing a bowl of soup and a thick piece of bread. He laid them down in front of Rudiger, the bread producing a soft clunk as it hit the counter.
"That'll be one silver for the both of them, sir. Enjoy your meal. As for life in the village...well, same as ever, I suppose. It's a hard life out here, with the rocky soil and the foggy skies. We scrape a living, though."
The stew would be rather bland, without much in the way of spices and seasonings besides salt. The bread was, as the bartender had described, stale. On the plus side, however, if Rudiger was in the market for a doorstop, he'd found one.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 16, 2017 20:52:20 GMT -8
Rudiger watched the cat sashaying down the counter, and contemplated if this entire village was run by cats, as it was just as friendly as the rest of them. When the bartender gave his price, Rudiger dug out the two silver pieces out his small purse without argument. He took the bar tender at his word, and attempted to break the bread into smaller chunks to drop into the bowl of soup. After struggling for a few seconds, he managed to tear the piece in half, and repeated the process until the smaller squares all floated nicely in the broth.
While he waited for the bread to become at least palpable without the loss of at least one tooth, Rudiger decided to push the man further on the state of the village. "So, has life always been this way? Hard to believe that people would settle here if it didn't have its bright spots."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 16, 2017 23:24:09 GMT -8
The bartender watched idly as Rudiger crumbled his bread into the soup. As it soaked, he pondered Rudiger's question, frowning and chewing on his lip.
"Well...it's always been a sleepy little town, as far as I can remember. Not much to really do around here, I suppose. When the town was first founded...well, maybe the sun shined then. It doesn't anymore though, and I don't remember when it did last. Not much to be excited over when we're barely able to grow enough food to keep ourselves fed."
All of a sudden, laughter rang out from outside. The sound was jarring after all the dreary monotony, startling the cat awake. Its ears perked up, and it hopped off the countertop to go investigate. The barkeep, however, seemed unperturbed. He watched the cat go, waving lazily to it as it jumped through the window.
"We have to bake our bread pretty hard around here, so it lasts longer. The winters can be harsh, you know."
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 17, 2017 10:51:27 GMT -8
Rudiger mentally noted what the bartender said about the sun never shining for as long as he could remember. His initial thought would be that some creature had moved in recently, and that was why the sun wasn’t shining. But now that it appeared to be a long term effect, that made him think the town was possibly cursed.
Before he could ask about the history of misdeeds in the town that could’ve called down a curse upon them, Rudiger heard the laugher from outside. He nearly jumped in his seat, as he was already too accustomed to the dreariness of his surroundings. Deciding that the bread could use some more time in the soup, he got out from his chair, and walked just outside the door to see the source of the peculiar sound.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 17, 2017 20:49:39 GMT -8
The laugh rang out again, clear and high-pitched. A woman's laugh, and a young one at that. As he stepped outside, the sound seemed to come from around the corner. When he went to investigate, the alleyway would seem to be brighter, somehow. Friendlier. Despite the shade from the alley, it still seemed less dull and dreary than the rest of the town.
A young woman stood in the alley, facing away from Rudiger. A man of similar age and powerful build leaned against the wall beside her, apparently telling some sort of joke.
"...in any case, does it really matter that I'm a blacksmith? Just because I'm a farmer doesn't mean I can't plow, if you know what I mean..."
The woman laughed again, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss her, but stopped. He looked up at Rudiger, and the woman turned as well. Now that they were both facing him, Rudiger would come to a rather disturbing realization...the young couple were both wearing plain, featureless white masks. An odd way to kiss, for sure. Neither one even had so much as a painted mouth, the only features being a pair of holes for eyes. There was a pause, and the young man spoke.
"...You're not from around here, are you?"
The cat walked past Rudiger and out of the alley, giving him a look of pure disdain as it brushed past his leg.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 18, 2017 11:42:13 GMT -8
Rudiger was caught off guard from the featureless faces, and it took him a second too long for him to realize that he was in fact looking at a mask. He would not have put it past the town to have stranger inhabitants without faces, but he slowly came to realize that it was in fact just a young couple. He gave them a small smile full of warmth, as the world seemed to warm around them, hoping to maybe to spread it a bit further. He quickly answered, "No, no I'm not from around here."
He paused for a second, trying to think of the best way to broach the subject of the masks, but decided to cut to the chase, "So, why are you wearing the masks?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 18, 2017 12:28:19 GMT -8
The pair hesitated, glancing about nervously. The young man leaned to the side, trying to peek around Rudiger out of the alley. After a pause, the woman spoke.
"Um...no reason. Don't worry about it. It's just a custom around here, I suppose..."
The man nodded, grabbing her hand.
"Yes, don't worry. Also, I suppose we'd best get going...come on, we really ought to head back before your father gets suspicious."
He tugged her along, heading out of the alley. As they brushed past Rudiger, he'd hear the woman whisper in his ear, barely loud enough to hear.
"You'd best get yourself a mask too, and soon. It's not safe to have that sort of smile around here."
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 20, 2017 10:56:29 GMT -8
Rudiger barely caught what the woman said, but as he did, a dawning realization came upon him. Whatever was causing this strange phenomenon, it was drawn to happiness. The masks must help dim the emotional signatures, so whatever was threatening these people couldn’t find these rare moments. To be safe, he did remove his smile, so as to not yet prod the being into action.
Heading back inside the inn, he resumed his seat in front of the now lukewarm soup, with the little cubes of bread now fully soaked through and spongy. Rudiger took a few bites of stew, pondering over what this being could actually be. Finally, he realized he would need a brief history of the misdeeds of the town, to figure out the nature of this curse.
Waving over the innkeeper, Rudiger asked him, “So, what are the local folk legends around here?”
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 20, 2017 14:00:16 GMT -8
The innkeeper looked up at Rudiger with glassy, disinterested eyes. He frowned slightly, thinking for a moment before speaking.
"Folk legends? Well, I don't know if we've really got so many of those...not much around here to tell legends about. Other towns have abandoned wells, or spooky woods...we just have the fog. I will say though, one thing that child learns at a young age here...look for eyes. Watch for the watchers. Keep a look out for whatever's watching you, for they might want what's yours..."
He glanced around nervously, and leaned in close to whisper to Rudiger.
"This town has been like this as long as I've known, but it wasn't always this way. I don't know much, but Old Man Wilkins might. He's an old timer, runs the blacksmith's shop. Talk to him, he might be able to tell you about the stories around here."
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 20, 2017 16:53:52 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded his thanks to the innkeeper for divulging what little he knew. He finished off the lukewarm stew and chewy bread chunks in silence, letting the atmosphere speak for itself. It almost seemed to speak, as he contemplated the nature of it. It certainly watched, as noted by the young woman and the innkeeper.
When he was finished with his meal, he left a silver coin as a tip, before gathering his helmet underneath his left arm, and exiting the inn. As he walked about the village, trying to find the blacksmith, he reflected that the visor on his helmet might be more important than ever. He wasn't looking forward to having to wear one of the masks that the young couple had, so maybe his helmet could fill that role.
When he found the small blacksmith shop, he looked for the old man, trying to find the source of more information.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 22, 2017 14:03:11 GMT -8
As Rudiger wandered through the foggy town, it would seem as though everything was watching him. The cat from before, now sitting up in a tree, quietly judged him as he passed by. A bird fluttering past seemed to look in his direction for a moment longer than necessary...or perhaps he was imagining things. Was his mind playing tricks on him, or did he feel someone keeping an eye on him behind his back? If he glanced back, he wouldn't see anything...but it was an unsettling sensation, to be sure.
Eventually, he would find the blacksmith's shop. The man from before was inside, pounding a piece of hot iron into a vaguely horseshoe-shaped bend. He didn't wear the mask from before, and seemed a bit startled to see Rudiger. Inside, an old man shouted.
"Hurry up on that pounding, Tomas! These horses need shoes if they're going to make it out on these roads!"
In the back of the shop, a decrepit old man stood in front of a fire, pumping a bellows. Despite his age, he seemed to have no problem working the heavy tools and feeding the furnace. He glanced up at Rudiger, and it was clear from the lines on his face that his scowl had been there for many years.
"What do you want, newcomer?"
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 23, 2017 19:28:16 GMT -8
Rudiger's stomach seemed to be firmly between his knees, as he could tell that something was watching him. And that it would always be watching him while he was here, which only caused him to be more on edge. He pushed the nagging feeling to the back of his mind, as the blacksmith came up to him. Rudiger ignored the assistant for the moment, only mentally noting that he may need to ask him questions right after talking to the blacksmith.
Rudiger offered his hand to the blacksmith, and made a quick introduction, "I'm Rudiger. I need to get the shoes on my horse checked." While not necessarily true, Rudiger thought it a valid excuse to get the blacksmith alone for a few moments to ask him some questions.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 24, 2017 23:26:29 GMT -8
The old smith looked up at him, glaring suspiciously at the extended hand for a moment before shaking it in a startlingly firm grip. He released Rudiger's hand, looking up at the knight with an angry squint.
"Shoes for your horse, eh? Well, I suppose that's as good a reason to talk to a blacksmith as any. I'm afraid it might be a little while for new ones if you need them replaced, because apparently my apprentice was a TORTOISE in his past life."
When he shouted "tortoise", he picked up a small piece of coal and flung it at the apprentice, who ducked and continued his hammering.
"But, I can definitely take a look at your horse's shoes while you're here. Where is it tied?"
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 25, 2017 15:09:17 GMT -8
Rudiger raised his eyebrow in amusement when he saw the blacksmith throw the piece of coal at the apprentice. Pondering how nice the blacksmith truly was, Rudiger pointed back to the way he came from, “My destrier is back at the inn. If you wouldn’t mind following me over?”
Walking back to the inn, Rudiger asked the Blacksmith, careful to only ask when he was certain no other creature was listening in, Be it bird, cat, or human, “A bit of a dreary town you have here. Has it always been like this?”
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