Church of Varafel
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Established over 200 years ago
Registered: Jan 3, 2018 15:49:49 GMT -8
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Post by Church of Varafel on Jan 5, 2018 11:18:00 GMT -8
Once more stationed outside the Church doors, Orid, a giant of a Rester leaned casually against the wall, his black plate armor making a small *Ding* when he casually fiddled with his spear, the steel shaft ringing against his armor. On the opposite side another man stood, wrapped up in black robes and appearing for the most part like a priest, although the strange silver staff he held implied otherwise. "Orid, would you keep that down?" the robed man insisted, clearly agitated by the steady rhythm. "Oh settle yourself, Avery, I just-" the mountainous man began, fallen silent at the sound of an alarmed priest near the gate. Gripping his spear the two Resters approached to either side of the gate to see what was occurring, only to see a young boy dashing through the trees. "Who is that?" Orid asked, bringing his spear to bear. "What is that you mean, look at that weapon!" the mage countered, his staff glowing. The Resters would fight to the death to protect the Cathedral, and were well-trained and well-equipped. They were, however, still humans. "Halt!" Avery yelled as the boy crossed the distance far quicker than he'd been expecting. [ Caron01]
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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 5, 2018 11:54:51 GMT -8
Roxanne sighed as Farah mentioned that it preferred to steal women. Monsters always preferred to steal women, it seemed. Why was that?
"That reminds me of the time my group got ambushed while we slept. The guy who was supposed to be keeping watch had slacked off and fell asleep, and a group of ogres got the drop on us. They ran up and grabbed the other woman who was with us and dragged her off. They tried to grab me too, but I managed to fight them off. They didn't so much as attack the men until they tried to block off their escape and try to get Yvonne back. I wonder why they do that...maybe women taste better or something. Who knows."
She accepted the blouse gratefully, and it seemed to fit her well. The gold trim was a bit fancier than she was used to, but she didn't mind. It sure beat being covered in bloodstains.
"Alright, well...is there anything you'd like me to do while I'm recovering, before we go after the cyclops? I'd hate to sit around and be a freeloader."
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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 5, 2018 15:48:03 GMT -8
Once more stationed outside the Church doors, Orid, a giant of a Rester leaned casually against the wall, his black plate armor making a small *Ding* when he casually fiddled with his spear, the steel shaft ringing against his armor. On the opposite side another man stood, wrapped up in black robes and appearing for the most part like a priest, although the strange silver staff he held implied otherwise. "Orid, would you keep that down?" the robed man insisted, clearly agitated by the steady rhythm. "Oh settle yourself, Avery, I just-" the mountainous man began, fallen silent at the sound of an alarmed priest near the gate. Gripping his spear the two Resters approached to either side of the gate to see what was occurring, only to see a young boy dashing through the trees. "Who is that?" Orid asked, bringing his spear to bear. "What is that you mean, look at that weapon!" the mage countered, his staff glowing. The Resters would fight to the death to protect the Cathedral, and were well-trained and well-equipped. They were, however, still humans. "Halt!" Avery yelled as the boy crossed the distance far quicker than he'd been expecting. [ Caron01 "Halt!" Caron slammed his foot down on the ground, whipping up snow and dirt, floor growling at his sudden stop. He skidded forth a few more steps, halting completely, before raising his torso up to see where the noise had come from, frowning as his eyes registered two figures, only several dozen feet away. ...Odd, very odd, they both seemed to have large heads and stood two legs, but they were very distinctively not master. Neither of them seemed any kind of wounded either... Perhaps they were masters minions? Those white, skinny, dumb things? No, they didn't talk, and these guys were far too fat to be one of them anyways. Maybe they were a newer variant? Master always seemed to be getting stronger, he'd once heard master monologuing about ruling over these 'humans', which were, as he'd explained when Caron asked, basically a smarter, fatter version of his white minion things. Caron put a finger to his lip. Yeah, that made sense! He must've gotten around to ruling those guys! Besides, no other animals made houses, this must belong to him! He waved his arm. "Human with glowy thing!" he yelled to the Garbed human in the only way he knew. "Master hurt! Blood lead to here! Where he is?" He said in a rather barbaric interpretation of the language, still rather impressive for a month old infant. [ Church of Varafel ]
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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 6, 2018 14:15:35 GMT -8
When Roxanne displayed her ignorance on the subject of monsters dragging off women Farah blinked a few times in surprise. Deciding it was best to let sleeping dogs lie she pat the girl's knee. "I'm sure I can think of something for you to-" she paused then, mid speech. Then, without a word snatched up her bow and darted out the door. Passing by several murmuring priests she dashed outside, leaping down the front steps to the heavy oaken doors and landing hard in the snow before running to the gate. So this was what Avery had summoned her for.
This boy certainly looked unusual, and the two men glanced back at her as she approached, her bow at the ready. This boy didn't appear to be undead, but he certainly was no human.
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Church of Varafel
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Established over 200 years ago
Registered: Jan 3, 2018 15:49:49 GMT -8
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Post by Church of Varafel on Jan 6, 2018 14:21:38 GMT -8
When he was, (He assumed) addressed, Avery glanced around, relieved to see a third Rester. Still, at least it seemed this creature was capable if speech. The broken words and barely-formed sentences however only made the guards more suspicious.
"Your master is...hurt?" the mage asked uncertainly, although he glanced down at the blood trail he seemed to be indicating. Who had made that?
"That wasn't from your master, boy." Orid, the larger, well-armored Rester mentioned. "That came from a girl in armor...uh, is that your master?" he glanced at the others as if they might know the answer to that, though they only returned incredulous stares. "W-well what's your master look like?"
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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 6, 2018 15:26:47 GMT -8
Farah's surprise went unnoticed by Roxanne, who was still rather dazed from the whole ordeal. She looked back up, wondering why Farah had stopped mid-sentence, only to find that the woman had vanished, seemingly for no reason. Getting up shakily to her feet, she headed outside, wondering where Farah could have possibly gotten off to so quickly. Eventually, she wandered outside, only to see what looked like a young child. She arrived just in time for the mage to wonder if she was the kid's master, whatever that meant.
"Oh no, he's not mine. Not at all. I've never seen him before. Absolutely not mine."
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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 6, 2018 19:48:39 GMT -8
Caron shrugged. "Master weird, sometimes female, sometimes male, sometimes big, sometimes small, always different, usually male; but always have blond hair, always have red eyes, always have black nails."
He began forth once more, this time at walking pace. "He Master always tell me if red stuff comes out, I give healing slime." He said as he held out a jiggly blob of golden gel, writhing and convulsing.
He then turned to the larger man, and scoffed. "And what you mean master not here? Master always here, if not for master no buildings." He said. It was impossible master wouldn't come back for him, he was master, always there, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, right?
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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 7, 2018 0:24:09 GMT -8
What on the Goddess' land was this...thing talking about? It told them as if they were the odd ones out about this curious being it referred to as "master," and Farah could hardly make heads or tales of it. She hardly wanted to fight this thing, even if she thought that three Resters with the fourth on their way would be enough to handle it. Still, that club on its back and the strange creature it displayed as it approached made her uncomfortable with the prospect of doing battle. Even so it was approaching, and she new her allies were likely on edge.
Hoping to defuse the situation she approached, still holding her bow but trying to relax into a less hostile stance. Intercepting his path, she raised a hand. "No one of that description of any gender or height has passed through these walls. This building was built by Archbishop Alured Norian, and he is not the man you seek. "I do not understand what you're saying. I am Farah-" she emphasized this by putting a hand on her chest. "We do not need to fight so let's talk." She spoke clearly, although her light accent was slightly more pronounced. "What is your name?"
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Church of Varafel
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Established over 200 years ago
Registered: Jan 3, 2018 15:49:49 GMT -8
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Post by Church of Varafel on Jan 7, 2018 0:34:05 GMT -8
When Farah stepped forward the two men reached out a hand in unison as if to stop her. Still, she persisted and began conversing with the creature that had approached their walls. Indeed, they were on edge. Enough that they might consider defending the Cathedral if this creature bypassed Farah's attempts at diplomacy. Orid took a step closer, but did not come parallel to the woman, glancing back at Roxanne.
"Get to safety," he demanded, turning his attention back to Caron. Still stood near the iron gate the mage Avery glanced at it, sizing it up before stepping behind it with Roxanne and swinging it closed with a creak, sliding the lock bar through to keep it from swinging open. He doubted that the boy, with a club that size, would be given much pause at it, but it might buy him a precious few moments. Etching into the snow with his staff several runes as he began building up magic for one of his more complex spells. It was a subtle action, but if one were paying close enough attention they might notice. It would be best to gather as much power as he could in case, Goddess forbid, a fight broke out that his comrades could not handle.
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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 7, 2018 6:10:12 GMT -8
Caron sighed, these... humans evidently didn't know of the glories of master, they hadn't been conquered just yet, apparently. Well, whatever, they looked enough like him, he'd rather bet on this than just wandering in the wild.
He turned to the dark-ish woman
"My name is Caron, Caron 1, to be more specific, the first in a (soon to be) long line!" He said, pumping out his chest. "What they name?" He then asked, pointing at the rest of the group, pausing, before opening his mouth once more. "And who hurt if not master?"
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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 8, 2018 16:04:53 GMT -8
Roxanne didn't question the mage's command, and backed up. She didn't much relish the idea of having to fight a child, for a multitude of reasons. First off, who knew what sort of powers this kid had? Second, if she had to subdue him, it didn't seem right to be fighting someone so small. Third, she didn't really want to get in the way of the mage's attacks...no, it was best to let the cathedral staff deal with this one. The kid was creepy, and she had had quite enough excitement for the day. Stepping behind the mage, she watched the child warily, wondering what he was going on about.
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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 8, 2018 19:15:38 GMT -8
Its name was Caron. Caron...Won? Maybe he was from Tawakoshi, they had names like that, right? Still, it seemed he was at least willing to not go crazy and attack them. The way he spoke though...was he a construct? She'd heard of those. Walking monsters of mud and stone. They were supposed to be brainless though, right? This one could talk. Maybe it was a different kind. Either way, standing here in the cold thinking to herself was hardly making any headway. Turning to look back at the others as it mentioned them she pointed at them each in turn:
"That's Orid, and that is Avery. I don't know what her name is." she lied, pointing at Roxanne. If this creature had some strange name-based magic she wasn't about to willingly divulge an outsider's. "A farmer got hurt and came here, but he's fine now." she lied, hoping to keep the injured girl from getting more involved than she was. However, it seemed that Caron wasn't looking for a fight and she motioned for Orid to lower his weapon.
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Church of Varafel
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: Established over 200 years ago
Registered: Jan 3, 2018 15:49:49 GMT -8
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Post by Church of Varafel on Jan 8, 2018 19:28:46 GMT -8
In reality, despite Farah's forward nature and defusal of the situation, she was the junior Rester among them, and held no actual authority over Orid or Avery. Even so, she seemed to have a handle on the situation, and Orid resumed a more relaxed position, planting the butt of his spear firmly in the snow-covered ground. Behind them, Avery, their senior, discharged his spell harmlessly, frowning. It didn't seem as he approved of letting their guard down, but charging his spell further might draw the creature's attention, and inciting hostility was the opposite of what he was hoping for.
"You don't intend for it to come inside, do you Farah?" he asked through the bars.
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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 9, 2018 13:38:37 GMT -8
Caron looked forth, to the congregation of individuals that stood guard at the door, and let go of his club, enticing a large *thump* and some snow from the ground. He moved left of the weapon, and dropped back, Leaning up as he resumed staring at the group, now sitting.
"So what this place? Where this place?" He asked, then occurring to him that he didn't actually know where he'd gotten himself with all that wandering. "And why all had pointy thing out?"
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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 14, 2018 18:23:48 GMT -8
Roxanne noticed that Farah specifically did not give her name, and appreciated the gesture. After all, who knew what this...this thing could do if it knew her name? She knew that there were some witches who could do things with names, just like that one witch had rendered her powerless with just a lock of her hair and a drop of her blood. As the strange child dropped its weapon, she peeked out, wondering how the resters and mages planned to deal with this odd fellow. Would they attack him? Try to restrain him? It seemed wrong to attack a child, even one as unsettling as this one.
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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 16, 2018 1:56:01 GMT -8
Honestly, Farah was no more sure of what they should do with the creature than Roxanne had been. When it dropped its club she started slightly, and the two men started for half a second to prepare to fight again, although as he sat down they settled down once again. So it didn't know where they were? It hadn't even known that buildings weren't built by anyone other than its master. Glancing back at the others as if hoping for advice, she'd receive none. Well, that was to be expected, she supposed. It wasn't as if this had been covered in their training. Well, it wasn't undead, and it didn't seem to be interested in fighting...
"This is Cathedral Serachel, a temple of Goddess Varafel." she explained calmly. Perhaps if she answered its questions to its satisfaction it would...run along. Of course, even as unusual a creature as it was, she did feel a slight twinge of guilt at sending it off into the snow not knowing down from up and wearing nothing but rags. She had joined this church to help people and, although this hardly seemed to qualify as "people", it was close enough to elicit something from her.
"This place is North of Isra. Do you know Isra? It's the Empire to the South?" She felt a little silly explaining it. How was she going to tell him where he was if he didn't know other places existed? "North of a tree, you know the one?" She'd sound ridiculous if she said that. When he asked about their weapons, however, she glanced back to the others who seemed uneasy about the situation.
"We thought you were going to attack us. You...aren't going to attack us, right?"
(I'm going to skip the Church posts since he's not actively threatening them, but the Resters are still standing nearby.)
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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 16, 2018 11:00:34 GMT -8
Caron did know of a big tree, didn't look tasty so he hadn't bothered, but he'd certainly seen the thing. He'd run it maybe... 3 weeks ago? Wanted somewhere to stay and had just killed off some prey.
"Attack? No, you guys look very much like master, master smell rotten and bad to eat, everything that talk does, no eat, no attack." He said, angling his head down as if repulsed.
Then he paused, raising his hand and pinkie finger, as if about to inquire something else. "Speaking of that, hungry, here has white stuff and nothing live, where are stuffs to eat?" He asked, hoping this curious group of bipeds knew the way around.
If there was anything dungeons hated, it was stagnation, and he was facing the brunt of it. Young dungeons especially, as they are most unstable. Now he isn't dangerous, but three more days and he enters a berserk, unable to regain his sanity until his craving for souls is satisfied.
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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 Jan 21, 2018 11:32:02 GMT -8
With Merryman Humour on his back, Alured trekked back to his nearest Cathedral. Cathedral Serachel was relatively new, and he knew it well. His heavy boots crunched in the snow, although it was getting warmer the higher elevation was still letting them enjoy a few inches. He could see out front, the group of people who had gathered around the gates. A boy, seated as Rester Farah spoke to him. Giving them a simple nod he passed by, stopping at the closed gates as Avery gaped at him. "I have a wounded man here, do you intend to let me in?" he asked calmly, and the mage quickly swung the gates open. Stepping past the entire conflict as the priests gaped at him he headed inside the Cathedral, taking Merryman Humour up to a more private study before laying him down on a fancy bed before heading to his heavy mahogany desk, penning something as he waited for the man to awaken.
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Merryman Humour
Established
'Ha, Ha.'
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Humour is 6'2", appearing well-muscled and broad. His skin is hidden away, underneath his full garb and mask. What is underneath isn't known for sure, but he is seen to pulse at the seams of his robe, and spews foul miasma from gaps in the material. This miasma is deadly, and is a powerful tranquilizing agent if inhaled. Humour's robe is light blue, with faded brown cloth upon the outsides.
Commanding, bright and forward, Humour holds his posture high, chest protruding, emphasizing his cocky characteristics. His innate haughtiness gives him an edge of delicality, but also precision. He carries the air of an aristocrat, but with none of the wealth to speak of.
When Humour "speaks", miasma escapes from the slits in his mask and a scratchy, etherwordly begins. This voice is telepathic, and can only be communicated short distances.
Humour must expel his miasma, else he will explode. Breathing through the slits in his mask can remove part of the miasma, however he must directly use his abilities in order to truly expel the miasma.
Clothes and Equipment: Light-cloth robe. Unarmoured.
Metal-plated leather boots. Produces a light 'clank' noise when walking.
Leather belt. Can strap stuff to.
Gloves. Tightly bound to robe. The fingers appear bloated.
Player's online availability : Australian time GMT+8
Registered: Dec 19, 2016 4:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Merryman Humour on Jan 22, 2018 4:07:02 GMT -8
Where was he? Before he opened his eyes, his hand clenched firmly upon his mask, in order to make sure it was still there. Removing it would be deadly. With that movement, he sat up in the bed, before cringing at the wound. His hands breached the covers, reaching to touch the wound, to see if it had been adequately dressed. The rustle would've alerted Alured, however Humour hadn't seen him yet. His eyes were still dazzled by the sunbeams, entering in through the nearest window.
His mind trailed, thinking back to the previous events. He'd been a fool to try to take that archer on. If he'd instead taken it slower, he might've not been shot. With this hindsight, he placed his hand on his brow, letting out a sigh. At this moment, he'd seen Alured, rolling his head across to see the hulking black figure, writing something on his desk. He supposed that at this time, the man deserved his thanks. Still, he prepared himself for some catch. He'd be sure to fulfill the man's demands if there was a catch; after all. he had all the time in the world.
His mind reached out to Alured's.
"Thank you."
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Archbishop Alured Norian
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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 Jan 23, 2018 20:57:21 GMT -8
For a moment, Alured didn't respond to Humour's telepathic words of thanks. Keeping quill to paper he continued penning, the small scratching sounds of his writing filling the room. Then, seemingly satisfied, he placed the quill back into its well.
"Your thanks are misplaced, but appreciated." he replied after the long silence. Getting to his feet he stepped over to the Merryman's position. Indeed, the ominous figure could probably stand to practice his bedside manner. Instead, he merely glanced him over. "You lost blood from the attack. You'll likely be light-headed, but you will be fine in a few days." he explained. "I am Alured Norian, Archbishop of Varafel. You are in Cathedral Serachel, just North of Isra."
"Normally I charge for my services, but today your aid was more than enough. I have doubts I would have survived that ambush unscathed, and for that you have my thanks."
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