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 31, 2018 9:32:35 GMT -8
Rudiger studied the young man Timber hauled over. His shock of white hair above the boyish face made him a non threat for in Rudiger's mind immediately. He knew that experience counted for much in a fight, and aside from the scar he caught on the right hand, it seemed this boy hadn't seen much.
He turned back to the man, and said, "Timber seems a good enough dog to be able to handle ten town's worth of cats. But, I'm looking for more dogs as well, and if you get started, I'll place them under your command."
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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 Feb 6, 2018 11:58:14 GMT -8
A lot of barking would ensue as Keph flailed his arms and legs around, simply not giving up! How the hell was the lad that filled with energy?! He just wouldn't stop, all while making this rather annoyed noise. While this would delay the dog and prove dragging him a hassle, it'd still manage. What do you need to feed a dog to make it that heavy?
As he finally ended up being let go near the other two men, he stared up at them from the ground in a look of sheer annoyance. None of them could just give him a simple 'hello'? Was all of that really necessary? Having a dog drag him like some hunted down rabbit... bah... the nerve! He hopped up onto his feet at request and began patting down all the dirt that had gotten on him. Now that he was somewhat proper and on his feet, the young lad pulled a notebook and a pencil with an upset 'Hmph!' and began writing; it was fairly impressive how quickly he'd write a note up even more so how his handwrite was kept nice and clean.
"Keph wasn't spying on anyone. He got lost and was trying to find the way back to Isra."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Feb 6, 2018 13:30:30 GMT -8
The man squinted suspiciously at Keph's note, frowning. He mouthed the words slowly as he read it over, before glaring back up at Keph. Timber laid down by his feet, wagging his tail and looking up hopefully for a treat of some sort.
"What's this, huh? You don't talk? Why not, you got something to hide? That's awfully suspicious, you know. Being so quiet. Anyways, if you were lost, what were you doing up in a tree? I doubt you'll find the way to Isra all the way up there."
He turned to Rudiger, tossing a piece of organ meat to the dog.
"Well, if you could find any more dogs, I'd be glad to help...but tell me more about this curse. How do the cats fit in? What sort of curse is it?"
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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 Feb 8, 2018 18:38:08 GMT -8
Rudiger couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's movements, as he patted himself down with an annoyed expression. It reminded it somewhat of him at that age, insolent at everything, but ultimately forced to go along for the ride of life. He had to scrunch his good eye to make out what the young man had written down. Basing his assumption on the sentence, he asked, "And how exactly did you get lost, Keph?"
When the old man asked the nature of the curse, Rudiger simply had to shrug his shoulders. He didn't quite understand it either, as with most magical things. He didn't need to understand it entirely to fight it though, so he gave his prognosis, "Well, it seems a fog saps good humors from the citizens, and it seems the cats brought the fog with them."
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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 Feb 12, 2018 8:24:35 GMT -8
Keph squinted back at the older man, his expression lacking much amusement with the situation, he wasn't very much a fan of being dragged across the ground and found all this questioning equally as distasteful. Soon, another note was written up, the young lad writing a a quicker, more aggressive pace: "Keph is talking, he is speaking through these notes. He was in that tree to see if he could notice any landmarks that could lead him back. What's with all this questioning? It is awfully suspicious. What if Keph just had felt like climbing a tree? Has he never climbed a tree?"
The young lad scoffed before his gaze turned to the more athletic man, which appeared to be far more laid back than the dog's owner. Only now, being close up and actually being given time to examine the fellow, he noticed his eyepatch! Unsurprisingly, he felt the urge to ask to look under the eyepatch or to just go ahead and out right poke it... but he found the will to resist these two urges for now.
"Keph fell asleep on a carriage and when he woke up he wasn't really sure where he was. He also wasn't allowed back on it since he wasn't suppose to be on it to begin with." Said the new note, which was directed at Rudiger.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Feb 15, 2018 17:42:16 GMT -8
The old man nodded thoughtfully, giving Timber an idle pat on the head as Rudiger explained the town's predicament. The dog wagged his tail happily, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"Yes, cats always cause trouble and bring strife. They're no good, cats. You think that if we drive the cats away, we'll chase off the curse? I suppose that's reasonable enough. As for you..."
He turned to Keph, poking a finger at the boy.
"I'm awfully suspicious? You're the awfully suspicious one, boy. Why don't you talk with your mouth, hmm? And most people don't lurk about in trees above other people's campsites. How am I to know that you weren't spying on me, or trying to steal my dinner or my dog?"
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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 Apr 18, 2018 19:17:16 GMT -8
Again, Rudiger had to squint to make out the writing from where he was standing. Maybe I need spectacles, Heavenly Horsemen knows I sometimes have difficulty reading. He stepped towards the boy, navigating himself between the old man and Keph. "It's alright, I'll vouch for him. Seems he just lost his way and was trying to get his bearings. Gods know I've had to do that myself a fair few times. If he writes down that he promises to stick with me, and not try and magic things, will you go to Dullen?" Rudiger looked over to Keph, and gave him a quick wink with his good eye, trying to let him know to go along with him.
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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 Apr 26, 2018 17:52:39 GMT -8
"Because Keph is mute if the idiotic man had not yet realized. Besides, if he were to steal their food he'd feel bad for his dog." Keph held his notebook over the lower half of his face in his usual fashion, while staring at the man with a confused yet condescending air, he didn't imagine it being that difficult to figure out that he couldn't speak and what even was there suspicious about not speaking?
As Rudiger stepped in between Keph and the older "gentleman" the lad leaned, peeking at the man from Rudiger's side, with a new, hastily written message held over his mouth: "The dangerous-looking man with a sword is vouching for Keph." Keph's glare had now gone from condescending to mocking! Rudiger was certainly at least 6'0 and he had an eyepatch, would the older man really dare mess with Keph now? Yet, when he noticed the wink the hunter sighed in resignation and decided to go along with... whatever this was.
"Keph will behave."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 26, 2018 18:12:42 GMT -8
Upon being called idiotic, the old man stepped forward as to smack him, but seemed to think better of it and lowered his hand. He squinted suspiciously at Keph, then at Rudiger. After a moment's consideration, he nodded. The dog walked over to Keph, licking his hand and wagging his tail at the boy. Clearly, the dog did not share his owner's suspicions. The old man clicked his tongue to summon the dog back to his heel.
"Well...alright then. I suppose I'll help you. I don't know where to find any more dogs though, I've only got the one. Do you know where to find any more? Perhaps there's a different method to drive the cats away? I'm no expert on cats, myself. I try to avoid them as much as possible. They're nothing but trouble, after 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 Apr 26, 2018 18:26:02 GMT -8
Rudiger about turned around when he felt Keph lean, just to see what the boy had written down that antagonized the old man so much. Boy can't speak, but damn if he doesn't still have a smart ass mouth. But, he was here to keep the peace, especially between the old man and the boy it seemed. He did look back to make sure Keph did agree to at least behave, answering the old man, "I don't have many ideas where more dogs would be. But I'm sure we'll find some others to send your way."
While the showdown had occurred, Bob the destrier had decided to wander around, sniffing around the campsite for any particularly tasty looking pieces of foliage. He did spook slightly when Keph fell from the tree, but had settled when he saw it was simply a man boy, with hair as white as sugar... And Bob loved sugar. Thinking maybe the man boy's hair was a new type of hay made of sugar, Bob trotted over to Keph, and began to sniff at his hair. Not quite smelling any sweetness, Bob was undeterred. He had found sweets when there were none, and he would be knackered if he wasn't going to find some on this boy. With a great lick, he brushed the side of the boy's head with his pink, soft tongue, causing the hair to spike upwards.
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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 Apr 30, 2018 13:07:16 GMT -8
The moment the man stepped forward Keph hid behind Rudiger. Now, Keph wasn't afraid of the old man, it wouldn't be his first rodeo if it had to come to blows! But, he did say he'd behave and so it'd probably be best to leave this to him. When the man's dog approached him, the lad had to take a step back! He had been caught off guard by the dog before, but this time it didn't seem to be very interested in dragging him around by his cloak. When the pup licked his hand, Keph would gleefully crouch down to pet the canine, luckily the dog lacked its master's angry disposition.
Liiiiiiick...
Sparks went up Keph's spine as his hair was licked, what in the hells had just taken a lick out of his hair?! He quickly turned around, immediately falling back as he was surprised by the close-up of a horse's mug. Although now that he knew that it was just a horse he could breathe easy... that, of course, didn't make his hair smell any less like horse saliva. The young lad gave the destrier an annoyed stare while he patted the back of his hair back down. While Keph was good with animals, today was just being too much.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 30, 2018 15:17:51 GMT -8
The dog seemed quite excited about Bob's arrival, sitting up and wagging his tail and staring at the horse with his tongue hanging out. Still, he sat beside the old man, too obedient to get up and run around Bob's legs. The man chuckled at Keph's predicament for a moment, before turning back to Rudiger.
"So then...what's next? What's your plan? And what's your name, anyways? I don't know that I ever introduced myself. I'm Wilkins...most people call me Old Man Wilkins or That Crazy Old Loon Who Lives In The Woods. Either way works, or just Wilkins. And this is Timber, although I'm sure you heard that already."
The dog looked up at the sound of his name, and the old man tossed him another piece of whatever organ meat was in his pouch. He looked down at Keph, scrutinizing him for a moment longer.
"What do you bring to the table, lad? What do you do, exactly?"
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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 May 1, 2018 15:03:14 GMT -8
Rudiger began to wonder what organs the man was feeding to his dog, and if maybe if he hadn't made a mistake by approaching the first stranger with a dog he met. Now, trying to at least salvage somewhat of a position, he planted his feet firmly, readying himself for whatever Wilkins would do. "Well, I'm Sir Rudiger Dornmauer. And my plan is pretty much that, ride around and send as many dogs as I can to Dullen." I really ought to stop rushing into these things without having a plan first.
Bob didn't appreciate the taste of Keph's hair, or the fact that the young man boy scrambled away from him. Upset by his lack of finding sweets, and the fact the young man boy seemed to distrust him, Bob approached him again, and nuzzled him with his snout, sniffing to see if the young man boy was holding out on him.
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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 May 3, 2018 15:03:00 GMT -8
Keph appeared irked at the horse again approached him, this time nuzzling up against him with its snout - he was really going to have to take a bath after this. The young lad sighed and patted the horse with one hand while softly trying to push its snout away with his other hand. It was sort of difficult to answer the weird old man while the animal appeared so intent on staying so close against him. There were definitely no sweets on Keph and whenever in the past the lad had sweets on him, he had quickly devoured them himself, leaving none for any sugar-hungry beasts such as the destrier.
Now, hopefully with the horse a bit farther away from him, Keph would again take hold of his notebook to answer the man: "Keph isn't even aware of what they're trying to do; how is he suppose to tell them how he can assist?" Keph started at the man with a genuinely confused look, just a few moments ago he was accusing him of spying on the weird man against his protests, and now he was somehow expectantly awaiting that he magically know how to help him with his mysterious task.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 4, 2018 17:43:05 GMT -8
The old man chuckled, sweeping his cloak aside and giving Rudiger an exaggerated mock bow.
"My goodness, I didn't realize I was in the presence of someone of such importance! Since when do your kind ask for help from people like me, Sir Dornmauer? I wonder what assistance I could possibly provide to a man of your stature. Also, if you don't mind me saying so sir, what sort of plan is that? You're just going to roam around looking for dogs, then hope that you can get them to chase out the cats? I suppose that's a plan, and I don't have a better one...but goodness gracious."
He turned to Keph, squinting at the notebook for a moment as he read through the boy's words. His brow furrowed, clearly unimpressed with the boy's confusion.
"Well now, how are you going to call the dogs if you can't speak? Seems pretty important to me. Maybe you'd be better off with a broom and a bucket of water to chase the cats away, you ever think of that?"
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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 Jun 7, 2018 9:37:02 GMT -8
Rudiger shrugged at the old man's accusations about his plan, or lack thereof, "Look, I'm open to any suggestions. I know cats hate dogs, water, and loud noises. I don't have any knowledge of water magic, I don't think the inhabitants would appreciate me running around with pots and pans, clanging them to chase out individual cats. And if young Master Keph here can provide any assistance he can, then I'll take it.
Bob was finally satisfied with the lack of any sweets, though he wasn't happy about it. Feeling Keph starting to push his snout away, he decided he would find some more grass to nibble on, and walked a few feet away.
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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 Jul 19, 2018 18:19:42 GMT -8
Slid a hand down his snow-white hair, pushing the portion of it lifted by the destrier's lick; Keph shivered in disgust as he got horse-saliva on his hand - yuck. While being alone (well, as alone as he could be with his patron always watching over him) was never comfortable, sometimes he felt he couldn't get ten feet of someone without the situation immediately getting flipped on its head. The young lad sighed as he got on his feet and patted himself down, his eyes dragging themselves over to the odd man.
"Dogs? Cats? Keph has absolutely no idea what he's on about. Does he even have a broom and a bucket out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Keph perked a brow at being called the "young master" by Rudiger - he wasn't quite sure what he was a master of. From the supposed knight's words (he didn't look like how Keph imagined a knight looking) it sounded like the town was having some sort of... cat infestation? He had never heard of such a thing; was that even much of an issue? Cats kept rats away, after all.
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