Archbishop Alured Norian
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Age: 356
Physical Description: Seven-feet-tall wearing a heavy, black leather cloak. A wide brimmed hat sits upon his head, and he wears a curious, pointed mask, fit with black lenses that hide its eyes. Occasionally sickly-sweet smelling gas rises from small vents on their side of the "beak".
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When not wearing what he refers to as his ceremonial garb, he reveals himself to be an elf. His face is lined with age and his hair is short and slicked back, black streaked with gray. His eyes are orange, and despite his races propensity towards merriment, he wears a permanent scowl that exudes a cold aura of authority.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy leather jacket, gloves, a wide-brimmed hat and a plague doctor's mask. He has with him on a strap a holy book, bound in black leather with silver linings.
His mask has enchantments that largely eliminate inhaled poisons, sight-based magics or effects or even the need for air. His jacket functions as a flexible suit of metal armor and hampers weapons as such. It cannot be slices, however crushing and large amounts of piercing damage may penetrate it. It can be fixed, but it takes time, and thus can't be performed during battles.
He carries no weapons and fights unarmed, although he has a knife for general purposes. His leather gloves function as gauntlets and can pack quite a punch.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 22, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -8
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Post by Archbishop Alured Norian on Dec 22, 2017 18:31:12 GMT -8
Spearing upwards into the sky past the boughs of the surrounding trees, Cathedral Serachel stands resolute against the snowfall that blankets it, maintaining its grim features despite the attempted Yuletide cheer mother nature lay upon it. Around the church a 10-foot, black wrought-iron fence, topped with vicious spikes kept out intruders. A single, large gate adorned with the name of the cathedral was open to visitors during the day, while securely shut at night, fastened with a heavy black chain. Within a few plots were set behind a low stone wall where a few women worked, harvesting the potatoes within. Priests wandered about during the day, shut safely away during the night behind massive oaken doors. The windows were narrow slats, enough to let in light but not much else. A few pigs rooted around, shut in a small pen on the far side of the building. Payment from farmers who had no coin to offer.
Periodically peasants would arrive, speaking to priests or going inside the Cathedral proper. At morning and dusk sermons were held, and a few more pious peasants would come to pray or participate in confession. Outside at all times, one Rester in black or dark gray armor would stand watch by the door and patrol the area. The Archpriest of this Cathedral is Holden Starks, a human of middle age looking into the prospect of transferring to a Bishop seat.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 22, 2017 21:04:20 GMT -8
Had she bitten off more than she could chew? Deep down, Roxanne knew that she had. However, she refused to admit it. Taking the bounty for that pack of dire wolves hadn't been a mistake, she totally could have handled them...it wasn't her fault. No, the blame laid on whoever posted the bounty and hadn't said how many there were. Or perhaps it was because of that farmer who'd given her the wrong directions to the wolf den, allowing them to get the drop on her. Maybe she could even blame the wretch who'd stolen her last healing potion from her bag in the inn...why hadn't she purchased a new one before heading out? Sighing, she shook her head and continued to trudge down the road. It wasn't time to be playing the blame game right now. She was injured, badly. The wolves, strengthened and corrupted by the enchanted pond from which they drank, had torn her apart. Her armor was badly damaged, entirely ripped open in some places. She was limping from a bite in her leg, as well as wounds across her torso and right arm. She needed healing badly, and was beginning to get desperate.
As she rounded a bend, she spotted the imposing cathedral ahead of her. Under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn't venture anywhere near a place like that. It certainly didn't look friendly, and she wasn't in the habit of barging into unfriendly places unless she was being paid to do so...but it was a church, wasn't it? Churches took in the sick and injured, and usually had someone on hand who could heal flesh and bone. Groaning, she limped up through the gates, looking for anyone who looked the slightest bit helpful.
"Help...is there anyone who can help me? I need a healer, or something..."
She hated asking for help, but what other choice was there? She couldn't get back to town on her own, not in this condition.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 23, 2017 13:36:40 GMT -8
Farmers and ranchers, farms and ranchers. All day, every day, all they got was ranchers begging them to take a splinter from their toe, or dragging priests away to help a sick cow. As long as they paid she supposed she shouldn't be too judgmental but it certainly was a dull affair. Of course, nothing said she had to stay. The three Resters that had been condemned- *ahem* honored- to defend the Cathedral were still here and fit to serve. Technically she could leave whenever she so chose, but this Cathedral had done her a good turn by feeding her and taking her in from the cold when she was at her limit so she owed them at least some of her protection. Her gently slanted eyes observed each person who entered, looking them up and down briefly as if assessing their threat. Then, she heard something unusual. A shuffling gait scraping through the freshly fallen snow. Glancing at her fellow Rester on the far side of the door she picked up her bow, pulling an arrow from its quiver. Then, rather than a zombie, or some other unusual creature rampaging into the courtyard a young, fair human girl stumbled in, blood dripping into the snow, staining it red. Already Farah darted from her position, the other Rester following shortly behind as they each wrapped an arm around her. "Let's get her inside." Farah said to the fellow Rester, a thick man named Orid clad in black armor. He nodded, and the two of them led Roxanne Fletcher into the towering cathedral. Immediately inside was set up as one may expect, several pews leading to a raised dais. However, on either side, doors lined the room and she dragged the Fletcher into it, "I need a priest!" Within each room a small table sat raised to about waist height. The two Resters leaned Roxanne against it, and Farah braced a hand on either side her her. "Can you get on by yourself?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 23, 2017 14:41:28 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced around nervously as the black-clad priests surrounded her, but allowed them to take her inside. After all, what choice did she have? She had to trust these people, or she wasn't going to make it out of here. Still, it was unnerving, seeing such menacing uniforms. Why didn't they wear light colors, something friendlier?When they brought her into the cathedral and asked if she could get up onto the table, she nodded and struggled her way up on top. Hopefully they weren't planning on sacrificing her, although she couldn't be sure.
"W-what is this place? It's not like any temple I've ever seen...who are you people?"
Hopefully they were the helpful and non-sacrificing sort, as Roxanne didn't think she stood much of a chance of defending herself at the moment.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 23, 2017 16:03:30 GMT -8
Farah led Roxanne Fletcher to lie down. "We are the Church of Varafel." she explained, her voice smooth and exotic. "Goddess of birth and death. Don't worry." her hands began to glow softly, a gray light building between her hands on the worst of Roxanne's wounds. "We heal as well. You are in Cathedral Serachel, one of the goddess' holy places." Even as she spoke the blood began to stem its flow from the wound. Glancing at the door as a woman entered, clad in heavy black fabrics she gave a small bow of acknowledgement as she stepped away. The older woman approached, tutting over the white-haired woman's wounds. "Did ya wrestle a bear?" the priestess asked, her voice a higher and much less pleasant pitch than Farah's. Her rough hands went to each of Roxanne's wounds, tutting over them. "Mm, not good, beast's mouths carry all sorts'a disease. We'll get ya right cleared up anyhow." mentioning for Farah to aid her, the two of them began to strip the Fletcher's armor. "C'mon, can't get fixed wearing all that." Farah explained.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 23, 2017 16:22:38 GMT -8
Roxanne shuddered when the woman told her exactly what sort of church she'd stumbled into, and immediately regretted asking. Birth and death? That didn't sound too good, in terms of not getting sacrificed. Still, they were willing to heal her, so she supposed she couldn't complain.
"Wolves...too many of them. Not ordinary ones, either...but I could have handled them if I'd known where they were. I got the wrong directions to the den, it wasn't my fault..."
She protested briefly as they tried to pull her armor off, but relented soon enough. It was true, she couldn't be healed wearing all her plates, and now was not the time to give in to her stubborn pride. Not unless she wanted to bleed out on this table.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 23, 2017 16:43:40 GMT -8
With the two women working in tandem it didn't take long to strip the armor off if Roxanne, setting it aside as they got to work. "Yes, yes," the shrill priestess said, rolling her eyes. "Believe me, it's never *anyone's* fault they're in here. Always someone else's." she grumbled, certainly doubting the honestly of the Fletcher's complaints. Even so, Roxanne would have more pressing things to complain about soon. "These salves will kill any diseases trying to get into yer system, but they're gonna sting. You're a big strong warrior, right? Try not to make a racket." she said, picking up an urn and slathering a strange concoction onto several exposed wounds. The stinging onset almost immediately and was fierce, but likely not any more than a warrior may face.
Moving forward Farah and the priestess stood on either side of the woman, hovering their hands over her body as they glowed. "You'll be right as rain, soon." Farah told her. "Hope you have enough to pay for this." This was, of course, the first mention of payment and whether or not Roxanne actually had the funds to pay it seemed to be at the side.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 23, 2017 17:39:32 GMT -8
Stinging was an understatement, and Roxanne hissed in pain as the two women spread the burning salve over her already-agonizing wounds. Still, stinging meant that it was working...right? She didn't really know, but she sure hoped so. When the rester mentioned a payment, though, she hesitated. Did she have enough to pay for it? Usually she didn't carry a whole lot of cash on her...hopefully this wasn't one of those "your soul if you can't pay" deals. Did they take IOUs?
"Um...I'm not quite sure...how much is the treatment?"
She immediately regretted saying anything. What if they threw her out right now for not having enough coin to pay? She might bleed to death on the side of the road, without even her armor to protect her.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 24, 2017 2:24:32 GMT -8
When Roxanne admitted her uncertainty, the priest ceased healing for a moment, putting her hands on her hips. "You come asking us for healing and can't even pay? Pah, adventurers, all the same." she squawked, although Farah had yet to stop her own healing.
"Please, Brisile, we can discuss payment later. We're certainly not going to leave someone to die for something so petty, are we?" the rester said pointedly. The priestess grumbled, holding up her hands and returning to their healing once more. After about half an hour the two stopped, sweat beading on both their foreheads from the exertion.
"Alright, ya ain't gonna die." the woman, Brisile, informed her with a huff. "Best lay your thanks to Lady Varafel for it, too, you wouldn't have lasted long out there in your condition. We're fortunate you were so close by." Stepping away she brushed away the sweat with a shaky forearm, taking an unsteady breath. "I'm going to get some fresh air." she added, leaving the younger girls alone. Stepping closer to Roxanne, Farah checked her over.
"A few of these might leave scars. We're no miracle workers I'm afraid." she informed the knight. "There's not much we can do about your armor either, so you'd best see a smith if you're interested in that. Even so, servants of the Lady must always receive payment for their services. We accept trades, or services if they're deemed great enough. I'm afraid we haven't much use for a knight with the resters around."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 24, 2017 12:46:00 GMT -8
Was it just her imagination, or was the woman treating her much more roughly now that she'd admitted that she couldn't pay? Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her, but she certainly thought that the priestess could be a little more gentle with her open wounds. Still, the healing continued, and soon enough the pain faded to a manageable level. She groaned, sitting up and looking down at the healing marks. They'd definitely leave scars, which was a shame, but it certainly beat dying on the side of the road. She never was one for vanity anyways, and the scars would mostly be covered by her clothes.
"Thank you for your help...I'll do whatever it is you need to repay you. Um...as for trades...my armor isn't much good any more. I guess I could trade you my sword...I don't really have much on me, though. Um...is there anything you need done? Any sort of tasks you want completed?"
Something that didn't involve being sacrificed, she thought.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 24, 2017 13:23:15 GMT -8
With Roxanne asking what services she could provide, Farah sighed. A sword wasn't worth much if it weren't magic, and if the woman was offering to perform services for them she clearly didn't have much coin. "Can you do anything besides fighting? Mend clothing or make dyes? Or do you own a shop? We could always use avenues for more resources. Or maybe we can throw you in the pot for supper tonight?" For a moment her expression was deathly serious before she broke into a smile. "Only kidding. Try and lighten up, we may not be the friendliest bunch but you're safe here."
Walking to Roxanne's equipment she looked it over, picking up the Elven bow. "This might be worth something." she mused. "Or if you're reluctant to part with it, you could always leave it as collateral."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 24, 2017 18:15:38 GMT -8
Roxanne shook her head, worried. Mend clothes? Make dyes? What did they think she was, a seamstress? Her friend Dixie could do all of those things and more, but not her. She was absolutely awful with a needle and thread, and had no clue how to make any sort of dye. When the woman suggested throwing her in a pot for dinner, she froze. Did she really mean that? Even when it was revealed to be a joke, Roxanne shuddered.
"The bow? If that's what you want, you can have it. I'm a monster hunter, not a seamstress or a shopkeeper or anything like that. My uncle owns a candy shop, but that's about it."
She looked at the bow, wondering what the black-clad woman thought of it. Did she think Roxanne had paid some great expense for it, or perhaps gone on some harrowing adventure? She wondered what would the woman would think if she knew that she'd gotten it from another adventurer in exchange for not telling his wife what had happened the previous night.
"It's a nice bow, but it's all yours if you like it. You saved my life, after all."
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 26, 2017 12:46:49 GMT -8
Monster hunter? Farah lifted a hand, putting it to her chin in thought. Typically it was considered distasteful to request dangerous aid from someone whom you had healed, for fear they might be accused of simply cycling debt to get whatever they wanted. Even so, a monster hunter had its uses. "Actually," Farah began, "rather than your bow, perhaps there is something you can do for me. We've had issues with a cyclops in the area that's been attacking some of the farmers coming to the Cathedral. Three Resters have to be at the Cathedral at all times which means I'd have to go alone to kill it. I've avoided doing it because it's dangerous and hasn't attacked the walls yet, but if you joined me and we put it down I'd consider our debt repaid."
Placing the bow down (admittedly a little reluctantly), she looked back at Roxanne. "We can take a few days if you need it, but if you get hurt in the process we'll heal you for free since you got injured aiding us. Besides, if you die we have a very good system from preparing corpses."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Dec 26, 2017 13:33:55 GMT -8
A cyclops? Roxanne had never faced one of those before, although she knew people who had. How hard could it be? Surely easier than finding a new bow of this quality. Not that her current one had been that difficult to get, but she was quite sure that she wouldn't be able to find another one so easily. Of course, underestimating her prey had gotten her into this whole situation...but she'd have the other woman's help this time, so it would be different, wouldn't it?
"I suppose I could help you with your cyclops situation, after I recover a little bit...but I don't think I ever got your name. What do you go by? I'm Roxanne..."
Free healing sounded nice, although she'd much prefer not to get injured. Was the corpse preparation another joke? She wasn't sure, but it worried her nonetheless.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Dec 28, 2017 10:58:23 GMT -8
When Roxanne mention that she helped, Farah gave a nod of satisfaction. Of course, asking Roxanne to help was a risky move since she hadn't exactly seen the best of her illustrious monster hunting career. Even so, her claims would have to do for now. It was better than being cautious and letting more people lose their lives to this creature. When asked for her name, the woman looked almost embarrassed.
"How rude of me, asking your help without introducing myself. I am Farah, Rester of the Church of Varafel."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 1, 2018 13:26:09 GMT -8
Church of Varafel? Roxanne had never heard of such an institution before, but they'd been kind enough to her, even if they were a bit...creepy.
"It's nice to meet you, Farah...um, what does a Rester do, anyways? Also, what do you know about this cyclops? How big is it? Where did it come from? Do you know what it wants, or what it does? It's good to know these things, I don't really like surprises."
Surprises, after all, had landed her here in the first place. She'd have to be careful, or she'd end up right back here, even more torn up than before.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Jan 2, 2018 0:44:48 GMT -8
"A Rester is a soldier of the Church, we serve as guards at Cathedrals and others travel to hunt undead. Being the Goddess of Birth and Death, Varafel demands the destruction of abominations that forgo the cycle. As such it's up to us Resters to put them back to their rightful rest so that they may pass on in peace." The speech sounded almost rehearsed, like a mantra, or perhaps she was merely used to being asked the question so many times.
Finished with her spiel, she took in the rest of what Roxanne asked her, placing a hand to her chin in consideration. Then, after a few moments of silence shook her head. "To be frank, I don't much care what it wants or where it came from. What it wants clearly conflicts with what needs to be, so killing it is the most direct way of solving that issue. I do know what I've been told. Farmers have claimed it to be rather different sizes, but from what I can surmise it's about nine-to-ten feet tall. I also know it attacks the farmers, typically grabbing livestock, but it apparently has no qualms picking up a human when it can. They also say it favors women."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 2, 2018 15:33:22 GMT -8
That last sentence caused Roxanne to pause, and she frowned. Monsters that reportedly "favored women" never tended to be very pleasant to deal with. She'd had to fight a few before, with varying results. Some were easy, others were difficult, and a few were just...uncomfortable and icky.
"It...favors women? What does that mean, exactly? And have there been any other attempts to drive it off? It can't be that hard, can it? Just shoot a bunch of arrows at it or something...well, it definitely sounds interesting to deal with, anyways. I guess we can go in a day or so, after I've recovered properly..."
She grabbed her shirt, but found it to be torn and bloodied. Her armor wasn't in much better shape. Would she have to fight the beast without armor?
"Oh, do you have a clean shirt by any chance? Something I can wear while I get this one cleaned and mended?"
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Caron01
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Infancy (a month old thus far)
Physical Description: .
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
In its truest, rawest form, it is essentially a host of magically imbued crystals formed by the merging of hundreds of spirits, a series of 'Dungeon Cores' if you will. After a necromancer (go to the 'Personality, Other' section to find its backstory, everything will make much more sense then) put said crystals inside a human body rather than a cave or a building, however, it'd been forced to control the body of a small, thin, Asian boy.
Clothes and Equipment: .
CLOTHES AND EQUIPMENT:
'He', the vessel itself, sports almost nothing but rags. Due to its nature, however, it can create all manner of weaponry, even magically imbued ones. Unfortunately, being a dungeon still in its infancy, it cannot produce anything too complicated. A crossbow, for example, it wouldn't be able to make; a club, on the other hand, it could create in spades. Again, being a dungeon, it is able to create jewelry too. Essentially anything you would consider loot. Though, again, being a young dungeon, it does have its limits (which are going to be explained in the Skills and Abilities section). It itself sticks to a large, heavy club as a weapon; great against armour and anything with bone, easy to wield with its strength, and intimidating.
Player's online availability : Quite the bit, usually. EST.
Registered: Jan 1, 2018 13:11:46 GMT -8
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Post by Caron01 on Jan 3, 2018 8:51:40 GMT -8
Caron had wandered past the snow-covered trees, unfazed by the cold. No monsters, beasts, nor animals called the surrounding land their home, which was both odd and rather unfortunate because he'd been starving for souls since dawn.
As his steps echoes with the sound of snow crunching across the forest, however, a spark of red caught his vision. It had come from his right, deeper into the underbrush, or what was left of the underbrush during winter anyway.
He turned slowly, legs aiding to twist his body towards the curious interrupt of red in an area covered virtually entirely with dark green and white.
Was that blood, he saw?
He began forth once more, bounding with a slight tint of excitement. He could've been mistaken for a normal boy if not for the enormous metal club and the rags he'd been wearing in the middle of winter.
As he got closer and closer, the red spots became more and more, eventually showing a rather messy scene. Fresh blood was splattered in every direction, he could even see the remnants of muscle fiber on the floor. Whatever had passed through was injured, and injured badly.
Finally, something to eat.
A gelatinous blob of transparent, golden material crawled from over his shoulder; it was a slime, a healing slime to be more specific. It waddled down from his body, towards the somewhat still flowing, still-warm blood, and settled itself.
Immediately, a stream of data crashed into his head, detailing a 'sypnosis' of what animal the blood had come from. A healing slime had to know the biology of the creature it'd been healing lest it kill them, after all.
Caron frowned, however, as more information about said creature detailed its appearance. That was... not a four-legged animal, said animal didn't have sharp teeth either, nor sharp claws; it stood up on two legs, however, and had an unnaturally big head, kinda like him, kinda him and someone else...
Caron's face twisted, eyebrow raised upwards in fear, no, worry, even his month old mind could make the connection. The only two two-legged, big-headed animals he knew of were master and himself, and that was blood on the ground, the thing animals excreted when they were dying. Had master come back for him? Had he perhaps befallen a terrible fate when looking for Caron?
He burst into a sudden sprint, picking up his healing slime as he went, following the thick trail of red, running forth with speeds no boy his age should have the right to have.
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Rester Whileaton Farah
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark skinned and wearing dark armor and clothing. 5'6" with black hair that falls to her shoulders when she removes her hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wearing studded leather armor, wields a bow with an enchantment on it that makes any arrow fired burn the undead like holy water, and allows her to strike incorporeal creatures.
Has a kukri, a dagger, and three sets of bolas. Carries a well-stocked medical kit.
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Allegiances: The Church of Varafel
Registered: Dec 23, 2017 13:04:05 GMT -8
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Post by Rester Whileaton Farah on Jan 3, 2018 15:48:55 GMT -8
"It means that it prioritizes stealing women." Farah specified. "As for driving it off, that's what we're doing now. It hasn't been here long but we can only spare one person to leave the Cathedral to hunt it and I wasn't about to go hunting a giant monsters that steals woman alone. Now I have a bona fide monster hunter to help me." When Roxanne asked for a new shirt she placed a curled forefinger on her chin, giving a nod. "Let me fetch you some." she offered.
Leaving Roxanne alone in the room for a moment the Rester headed out and up the stairs. It was only a few minutes before she returned with a blouse, although this one was a lighter gray, decorated with gold filigree at the seams. "Here, you can wear this." she offered. "It's one of mine."
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