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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 26, 2017 12:59:45 GMT -8
"A destrier? I don't recall the last time I saw one of those. It's mostly pack horses and plow horses around here. I don't know that a big horse like yours has ever walked down these streets. You'll catch someone's eye with a horse like that, and you don't want to catch too many eyes around here."
As they headed back to the inn and Rudiger asked about the town, the man shrugged. His seemingly permanent scowl only deepened, and he glanced around to make sure there was nobody within earshot. Grabbing Rudiger's shoulder, he pulled him down to whisper in his ear.
"Have you ever seen a town that's always been like this, stranger? Do you really think this was how it's always been? A town where children can't play outside, and where couples hide their faces? Where mothers can't smile at their kids for fear of having their smiles stolen away? Not that it ever bothered me, though. I haven't smiled since I was two-and-a-half years old, just because there's nothing left to smile about in this world. They can't get me, and they know it."
He chuckled bitterly, glancing around once more to make sure that no prying eyes were spying on them.
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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 26, 2017 18:31:20 GMT -8
Rudiger listened carefully to everything the old blacksmith said, taking it all in. He noticed the blacksmith kept mentioning they, whoever they were. Finally, he asked the old man, “And what changed? Did a curse fall onto the village?”
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 26, 2017 20:05:13 GMT -8
The smith's scowl deepened, if that was impossible. He ground his remaining teeth together for a moment, before taking a deep breath.
"A curse...I suppose you'd call it that. When they arrived, they took it all. I don't recall when exactly, it was a long way back. Nobody noticed at first, but they started to steal smiles and laughter wherever they saw it. First it was just from older folks, and we just assumed that they were getting melancholy in their old age...but then it started to hit the younger people. By the time people realized what was happening, it was too late, and the town became dull and grey. Even the people who had't been affected began to hide. Nobody dared do anything, else they steal something else, so life continued on as usual...and now I suppose people have just gotten used to it. A lot of people don't know any other life."
He reached into his belt suddenly, and flung a hammer towards Rudiger. It spun past his head, crashing behind him and sending something scampering.
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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 27, 2017 6:58:18 GMT -8
Rudiger saw the hammer fly and hit... whatever it was, and he had to restrain himself from chasing after it, in case it wasn’t alone. He couldn’t make out a shape or form of whatever it was, but seeing that the hammer actually struck flesh, that meant it was at least physical material at times. Which meant that a sword could be useful against them.
He asked the blacksmith, as they neared the inn, “What are the things that moved in?”
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 29, 2017 16:47:11 GMT -8
The blacksmith pulled another hammer from his belt, looking around for a moment, before putting it away again. He sighed, slumping up against a nearby wall.
"Who knows? All we know is that they're everywhere and everything. Often they take the form of stray cats, sometimes they're birds or rats. A lot of the time, it seems like the fog itself is watching us. Most people around here don't know any other life, and I don't have the heart to remind them. I try to chase the cats away, drive off the rodents, chop down the spying trees...but I can't do anything about the fog. I'd leave, but I can't just abandon the forge to my incompetent apprentice..."
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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 Jan 2, 2018 10:50:06 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded his sympathy with the blacksmith's predicament. You couldn't just ask people to give up their livelihoods and rip them out of their homes to escape from something that appeared to be somewhat manageable, even if it was destroying their morale. Suddenly, his heart dropped as he remembered the cat that he had tried to pet in the inn. It too was probably one of the spies that the blacksmith mentioned.
Trying to think of a solution, his mind fell to a old fairy tale that his mother had told him often times as he slipped into sleep after a long day tending to the horses and receiving wallops and bruises as part of his education. It was of a rat infestation in a local town, and that a mysterious piper had driven them off by playing the rats out of town. Maybe, if he could figure out what the biggest menace was, maybe he could do something similar.
Plying the blacksmith again, he asked, "Which moved in first, the trees, rats, or cats?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 4, 2018 21:16:53 GMT -8
The old blacksmith frowned, thinking for a moment.
"It's always the cats, isn't it? The cats came in first, and people gave them milk and scraps. Imagine that, we fed them and helped them move in. After that, the rats came in, I think...the cats chased them around, but never caught them. The fog started to appear slowly after that, just got thicker and thicker until you couldn't see twenty feet in front of you. The trees started to show up around then, but people barely noticed with all the fog about. It's all because of the cats, though..."
As though on cue, a tabby cat stepped out of the fog at the very edge of their field of view. Letting out a string of curses, the old blacksmith flung a hammer at it, and it scurried away.
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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 Jan 5, 2018 14:22:08 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded with the blacksmith's answer, and watched as the hammer fell short of it's target again, but not by much. So, he would need to find a way to chase out the cats. That sounded much easier than it would be, he knew, but at least he had something to work with.
By this time, they reached Bob, and Rudiger waited for the Blacksmith to do his work, before giving the blacksmith a handful of gold coins. He mounted up, and began to ride out of town, puzzling over how to get rid of the cats. As he reached the outskirts, a seemingly stupid idea popped into his head. Laughing at it, he said to Bob through the chuckles, "A dog, really? And where would I even find a dog?"
But... the idea grew on him. Finally, he realized that a whole pack of dogs may be necessary, but they could surely chase out a town full of cats. Spurring Bob onwards, he began to ride down the trail, trying to find anyone with dogs.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 6, 2018 22:49:07 GMT -8
Oddly enough, Rudiger found the road he was on completely devoid of dog-herders. He must have picked a bad day, or perhaps an unlucky path. What sort of road didn't have packs of dogs wandering about, accompanied by their helpful and/or easily-bribed owner? Ridiculous. Despite the lack of dog-herders, however, his search was not entirely fruitless. A fairly large black-and-white dog slept by the road, and perked up when he passed. It would walk after him, staring up at Rudiger and hanging its tongue out, wagging its tail and clearly begging for a pat and a snack. It wore a red bandanna around its neck, but whoever had put it on was nowhere to be seen.
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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 Jan 7, 2018 15:50:57 GMT -8
Rudiger was thoroughly cursing his luck, somehow he wound up in the one corner of the world that seemed to have absolutely no dogs. He was about to give up on his current path, and find some other way to get rid of the cats. But, apparently fate smiled on him, as the black and white Border Collie greeted him. "Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to see you," he greeted the dog, stopping Bob.
He dismounted from the destrier, and peeled off his guantlets, and began to scratch the dog behind the ears and underneath its jaw. He saw a natural intelligence shine in its eyes, and he knew he found truly a good dog. He didn't have much for provisions, but he stopped the scratch for a few seconds, to dig for a piece of dried jerky resting in a wrapping in his saddle bag. He offered it to the dog, asking, "And where is your master? I need to speak to him if he's around." He didn't really expect an answer, but if he got one, he would appreciate it.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 8, 2018 15:44:19 GMT -8
The dog wagged its tail at the friendly treatment, snapping up the jerky and chewing it as Rudiger gave him all the pets and scratches that he very clearly deserved for being such a good boy. Once he finished with the meat, he ran off to the side of the road, stopping and looking back at Rudiger. Clearly, he wanted the knight to follow him. If Rudiger followed the dog off the road, it would lead him through the woods to a small clearing, where a camp had been set up. A man sat with his back to Rudiger, roasting something over the fire.
"Well, welcome back, Timber. What have you found, then?"
The dog barked, running over to the man and laying its head on his lap.
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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 Jan 8, 2018 15:54:36 GMT -8
Rudiger followed the dog, glad to see that maybe it understood him. It was definitely a refreshing change of pace. He led Bob by the reins, figuring that the journey wouldn't be too far. He was proven right as they walked into the clearing. Rudiger raised his hand in greeting to the man, greeting him, "Hello on the camp!"
He waited for the man to stand up and face him, and then offered his hand to shake.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 9, 2018 20:34:42 GMT -8
Creek...
...creeeeeek...
...SNAP!
Suddenly, out of the trees surrounding the clearing... a Keph fell from a broken branch! The young lad with a clearly unnatural hair color now lay prone on the dirt, sighing deeply at his apparent disagreement with the tree he had attempted to scale! He rubbed his leg while checking for any more serious damage, but luckily he appeared to be A-Ok from the fall! He hadn't fallen from that high and was used to it by now, so it hadn't been that much of an issue really.
Now, the true question was: how the hell had he gotten here? He remembered being tired while roaming Isra at night... right, right... then he snuck into that cart to get some sleep and it started moving in the middle of the night... then he was found and kicked out in the middle of nowhere and called a "free roamer"... and then while trying to get back he found his way here. This whole 'somehow ending up in places' was starting to become a serious problem. Again, the young lad sighed as he realized he really needed to get better at paying attention...
...oh! People!
In the centre of the clearing appeared to be some kind of camp, with people in it, maybe they knew the w-... what was that just now? Some odd chill had crawled up his spine, it was a clearly unnatural chill; something here was wrong - out of place. Yet, he quickly waved those thoughts away, he could worry about them later. Keph got onto his feet and began running at the two figures in the camp while waving a hand at them!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 11, 2018 11:25:34 GMT -8
The man turned, revealing a pale, almost skeletal face decorated with a remarkably scraggly beard. He reached into a pouch on his belt, pulling out what looked like some sort of organ and tossing it to the dog. The collie snapped it up eagerly, lying down beside the fire to chew on its treat. The man looked up at Rudiger, rather curiously. When he spoke, his voice was dry and harsh, as though he hadn't had a sip of water in the past three days.
"Well now...welcome, traveler. What brings you to my ca-"
He was suddenly cut off by the sound of a cracking tree branch, and a young man suddenly fell out of the tree behind him. His head whipped around, a massive hunting knife suddenly appearing in his hand. When the figure began to run at them, he clicked his tongue, raising his knife towards the boy. The dog immediately dropped the remainder of the chewed-up organ and ran towards the newcomer, jumping at him in an effort to bowl him over and pin him down. The man shouted, shaking his fist at the boy.
"Who are you? Were you spying on me? Are you two working together? You planned to ambush me, didn't you? I'm wise to your tricks, scoundrels! You won't get me!"
Turning to Rudiger, he leveled the knife at him.
"You don't move a muscle either. I'm watching you. I see everything. Got eyes in the back of my head, you know. I see it all."
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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 Jan 11, 2018 12:09:16 GMT -8
Rudiger had turned to face the falling young man as he plummeted out of the tree, his one good eyebrow cocking up in amusement. As the man turned his knife on Rudiger, he held up his hands in defensiveness, "Calm down good sir, I'm not here to harm you. I just offer a job for you and your dog."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 12, 2018 21:46:16 GMT -8
Keph is surprised when the dog starts rushing at him. The young lad reflexively reaches for his dagger, while he blocked access to his face and neck with his other arm! If the dog was coming for him, it'd just end up with a mouthful of arm... which would be as painful as nine hells, but at least it wouldn't immediately kill him! Keph hopped backwards, feeling unsurprisingly threatened himself and being completely unable to vocalise any of this due to being a mute.
He wouldn't lash out at the dog or anything, he didn't want to hurt it, much less when he wasn't even sure what was going on, but he sure as hell didn't want it coming any closer! As the dog jumps at him, Keph thrusts his arm into it, hoping to push it back in the middle of its pounce! He really, really hoped he wouldn't have to hurt the creature! His eyes briefly looked over at the two figures in the camp, noticing one pulling a knife on the other!
What had he wandered into?!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 14, 2018 23:04:35 GMT -8
Surprisingly enough, Keph would not feel the dog's teeth burying themselves in his arm, as he might have expected. Instead, the creature used its sheer bulk and momentum to leap into the diminutive boy's chest, likely knocking him onto his back. The dog was strong and speedy, and had likely done this a hundred times before, acting as a black-and-white furry battering ram.
Meanwhile, the man stared suspiciously at Rudiger, slowly lowering his blade. His hand didn't tremble in the slightest, speaking to years (if not decades) of being clenched around that knife.
"A...job? What do you mean, a job? What sort of job do you have for an old wanderer and his pup? More importantly...what do you have to pay?"
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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 Jan 17, 2018 19:00:52 GMT -8
Rudiger waited for the man to slowly lower his blade, before he started on his offer, "I don't personally have much to pay, but the town where you are needed, they will pay you in room and board, and maybe a few gold coins in gratitude. You see, there's a village over yonder," Rudiger pointed towards Dullen, "That have a nasty curse on them, caused by infernal cats. And it seems Timber over there," he pointed to the border collie as it pinned down the young man, "Is more than capable of chasing out those cats."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jan 17, 2018 20:34:05 GMT -8
If anything, the fact that the dog didn't bite him probably only aided its efforts in knocking down Keph, he readied for the pain, for the ensuing lunge he'd have to take at hit, but instead it pretty much just flopped onto him, leading Keph to let out a loud: "UWAH!" before being pinned to the ground. Now, the young hunter did still have the blade in hand but not only would it be difficult to use in this situation, the fact that the dog didn't attack him made it feel sort of wrong to attack it! After all, that meant that things hadn't gone horribly wrong... yet.
He kept his lower arm in between his face and neck, and the dog, just in case it had a change of heart and kept his eyes mostly on the two in the camp. What were they discussing! At least he knew the one holding the blade was the dog's owner, after all, he appeared to have given the command to the pup!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 26, 2018 10:23:56 GMT -8
The man frowned, scratching his chin. He stared at Rudiger for a moment, squinting into the knight's eyes before nodding. He whistled, and Timber turned. Hopping off the unfortunate boy's chest, he grabbed onto his hood and began to drag him across the clearing to the pair. The dog was surprisingly strong, and would bark at Keph if he tried to struggle. Several moments later, he deposited the boy in front of the two men, wagging his tail with satisfaction for a job well done.
"Well, who's this? Get up, boy. What are you doing spying on me, hmm? Lurking around in trees? Looks like you're up to no good."
He turned to Rudiger, frowning at him.
"I've heard about something like that before...awful business. Cats, you say? Do you really think my pup will be able to chase them all off? He may be good, but I don't know if he's good enough to chase off a whole town of cats."
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