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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 7, 2018 19:15:15 GMT -8
Ladislav replied by filling his mouth with spit, and letting it loose at the ground with contempt, "Filthy savage creatures, without culture or structure. They share each other's wives in common property, and no one knows who their true father is. They like to roast innocents alive, until their skin sizzles, and serve them for supper. A more rapacious lot you will never find on the Heavenly Horsemen's soil. We fought them back for all the time of the independent Duchy, though peace came for a short time when that harlot Naoki took that crown and placated them with gifts. Now, they've started raiding again, and it's our job to shove them back into the forest, and find them where they lay."
By now, the Citadel of Voruta was but a speck on the horizon as they continued to ride east, the road soon converging to run along the River Venta.
[Exit Scene]
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Jan 2, 2019 20:54:03 GMT -8
[Scene Start]
Seeker Konstantine and his Seeker Squire, Elizabeth, rode their steeds up the winding paved road, the formers face set in a grim facade. Elizabeth was not as unapproachable as Konstantine, her face a jubilant smile, radiating happiness and sunshine next to the dark cloud of a human. The large brim of the hat served to keep his feature undistinguishable to those who weren't close, and the size of his warhorse did not give the people around them the chance. He had remained silent ever since crossing the woods into the lands of the Duchy, his amulet growing brighter than it has ever had, now it had dulled to a faint glimmer. Golden eyes surveyed the roads, houses, people, for the marks of the blight.
The rest of the ride passed in unbroken silence between the two, Dietrichs mind racing as he mulled over the events that had played out. Arriving at the gate, the duo stopped, and Dietrich awaited the inevitable guards.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jan 8, 2019 14:45:44 GMT -8
Luckily for the Seekers' journey, they had just missed the great blizzard that turned the Vorutan capital into a winter wonderland of slick cobblestones and snow up to the knees of horses. The streets had been mostly cleared and salted to melt the ice, since the below freezing temperatures did not help in that regard. Still they would have to face the usual traffic of carts, though it would be greatly lessened by the fact that harvest season was over and they were just carrying firewood for sale.
Eventually they would begin their ascent to the wooden gate to the citadel, and the poor guards. Despite the inordinate heat armor provided in the sun and in the midst of battle, it did nothing to retain it during the cold. So approaching they would find two shivering guards bundled up in green cloaks and thick furs, attempting to pass the time by throwing dice on a blanket and gambling with their nonexistent wages, having already gambled this month's some time ago. This was supposed to be the quiet time of year with little to no visitors, which made guard duty all that much more of a burden.
"Kurwa!" cursed one guard as it looked like he lost yet another chance of a visit to the alehouse, before looking up to the riders. There was a woolen scarf covering most of his face, but his eyes clearly spoke their confusion, "Kas po velnių tu?" He asked in Vorutan, grabbing his bardiche from where it rested against the wooden door. The other guard grabbed his spear slowly as he straightened up from his crouch above the blanket.
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Jan 9, 2019 10:37:44 GMT -8
The Seeker did not understand what the guard had just said, but judging by the grabbing of weapons, introducing himself was the best course of action. "I am Dietrich Konstantine, ordained Templar of Leandros, I have noticed that your woods about this area have an incurable infection. I, and about a score of men, are here to help be the cure."
He raised his official writ, which was the sign of the Seekers, and his name in elegant writing just beneath it. Stepping forward to meet the guards, he kept his writ aloft, offering it for inspection.
"I believe myself and my men would be invaluable for your local lords.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jan 9, 2019 11:55:59 GMT -8
Well, even if the visitor didn't understand exactly what he had said, the guard was somewhat grateful that he still answered his question. And was a promising enough sort it seemed, which made the guards even more at ease.
The other guard stepped forth and switched to rusty common, "...Is good... is good indeed... Please, please come on..." he gesticulated to the other guard to open the door and he willingly, one could almost say enthusiastically if it wasn't for the furs slowing his movements slightly, obliged swinging the gate. The other guard led the Seekers through to the courtyard, and pointed toward the main hall, "Good food... and warm drink inside. And Lord Gediminas."
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Jan 9, 2019 12:12:40 GMT -8
Turning to Elizabeth, he gestured with his head to get a move on, and allowed the guard to usher him through the gates. The courtyard of the castle was just like most others he had been in, and the main hall was easy to discern, it was usually the largest. It helped that he guard had pointed it out.
"Before I enter, please, show my squire the stables." He patted the guard on the shoulder, and slipped a golden coin into his hand, before continuing towards the main hall. By then, Elizabeth was dismounted, both reigns in her hand, smiling at the guard.
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Seeker Konstantine pushed one of the double doors wide enough for him to enter, his boot catching the door to send it closed. Looking about the hall, hands held together behind his back, he continued inwards.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jan 9, 2019 12:51:33 GMT -8
The guard's eyes widened when he held up the coin, his mouth going slack only to close when he bit down on the coin to assure himself that it was real. This would pay off his gambling debts and then some! "Thank gracious sir!" his hesitance with how rusty he was with the language seemed to disappear with glee. "This way Miss, this way!" he gestured her to follow him as he approached a set of side doors nearly as large as the doors to the hall.
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The great hall was awash in the light provided by the large hearth that heated the room to be somewhat warm, but not for a lack of trying. While normally the four long tables for meals would be in the center of the hall floor, tonight they were all much closer to the hearth, with the head of the tables having the quite enviable position of not being too close nor too far to the roaring blaze.
While the company appeared to be mostly nobility in rich clothing and some jewelry about themselves, there were definitely elements that didn't fit. A long haired, nearly bald man in a blue robe sat in the most unenviable position closest to the fire sprang to mind as being the most obvious. Another was seated at the left hand of what appeared to be the man in charge, wearing rather dour clothing... not too dissimilar from Dietrich's in fact.
There was something of a feast happening tonight, and the raucous nature of the assembled guests clearly reflected that there had been more than a few cups of mead, schnapps, vodka, ale, whatever their particular poison was liberally applied to every guest. Even at the arrival of another, very few seemed to take notice aside from a quick look over their shoulders. All aside from the guest of honor and the man at his side.
Standing up, the guest of honor raised his voice over the din of the crowd, though that quickly fell away when he started talking, "Kas po velnių tu?"
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Mar 9, 2019 16:59:59 GMT -8
Dietrich had wandered to the nearest tap available to him, grabbing his own mug from his belt, he filled it halfway before continuing down the row of tables. Of course, he would attract a lot of attention with this. His eyes caught those that would look at him, the saintly glow of his eyes even more present in the low light.
When the chatter died down and he heard that language again, the Seeker perked up. Breaking out his official writ again, he began to walk toward the guest of honor.
"I am Dietrich Konstantine, ordained Templar of Leandros, hunter of the vile and wicked. My travels have taken me far across the overworld, but the far lands I have set foot in pale in comparison to the woods on your doorstep." By then he was in front of the man, writ extended.
"You may call my work witch hunting. I am a professional, and I am here to serve."
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Mar 19, 2019 16:06:06 GMT -8
The crowd remained eerily quiet as Dietrich explained himself, leaving the crackling of the fire to fill the silence. When the stranger was finished, the Questioner clarified in rough common, "An Witch Hunter?" he turned to the man to his left, "Ar žinote šį žmogų?" For a few moments the pair conversed in hushed tones, and slowly the room began to come back to life as the feasters realized that their food was getting cold, though it was much more subdued than before.
A groan seemed to erupt from the balding yet long haired man as he overheard snippets from the pair's conversations, muttering into a wooden cup, "Not another damn one."
Finally the pair pulled away from each other and pushed themselves away from the table with various excuses and orders to continue their eating. The guest of honor exited the hall through a rather stout wooden door into a dark chamber, while the man to his left, the rather dour man in dark colors approached the stranger. He seemed almost a copy of the Witch Hunter, as they both carried an air of something... eerie, almost fanatical.
"A fellow Witch Hunter sir," started the man as he absently filled up his mug again with schnapps, not meeting Dietrich's eyes as he did, "I must say that unfortunately I haven't heard of your order. Perhaps if you wouldn't mind joining me and my master in a quieter... and more private meeting, to discuss what you plan on doing in the Duchy?"
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on May 20, 2019 14:51:30 GMT -8
The Templar took a sip from his own mug as he pretended to not listen to the two men, not that he could discern what they were saying. Dietrich watched the one man leave over the rim of his cup, it was rare that he could endeavor in such activities, it wasn't a regular part of his duty.
"I would be delighted to attend," Dietrich began to walk toward the door where the, presumed master, had gone through. "Of course, I do not offer ill will to you or your denizens, only those that would hurt them. Your woods, they are something else, teeming with magic of all sorts, I dare say it is nothing like I've ever seen." Konstantine gestured with his hands, hollow hand movements, as he explained his thoughts.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on May 22, 2019 11:52:38 GMT -8
Leading the Witch Hunter towards the door himself, his compatriot from another order nodded with excitement, "Indeed, indeed Sir! We've been documenting themselves for that very reason, so as to allow the outside world to know the magnitude of what we deal with. But it seems to be mostly for naught."
It was clear that if there was such a position in Dietrich's orders, this man would've been mostly a scholar and scribe, even though his well built stature would confirm he knew how to use a weapon. But how he spoke and carried himself was clearly not for the fighting style. He would leave that to his fellows in other manors and would provide them with the knowledge to survive many such fights.
He pushed open the door to what was a dark corridor, but now filled with flickering torch light from a sconce. It led down a spiraling staircase, illuminated by similar flickering torches for several flights, with doors at each landing leading to other wings. Apparently the citadel was only the peak of the actual castle, with the majority being carved out of the mountain itself by pick and chiseled into smoothness.
Finally the arrived at what appeared to be the last lit torch before the stairs descended further into darkness. The witch hunter pushed open this door, stepping into a still rather frigid room though there was a fire in an intricately carved fireplace. It appeared they were in a private bedroom and study of some sort, with several bookshelves on either side of the fireplace, surrounding a large mahogany in the corner closest to the fireplace. Sitting behind the desk and covered in several layers of furs sat the Lord from earlier, with two chairs opposite the front of the desk also stacked high with furs. "Please, sit." He gestured at the chairs opposite him as the witch hunter closed the door behind him. "We have much to discuss."
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Tate Trillings
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: Tate is a humanoid shark hybrid able to breathe on both land and water. His entire body is a blue color including the large fluffy ears on his head. His height is a little shy of 6ft and his body proportions matched those of an average male minus the tail of course.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears glasses not because he needs to but because it makes him look smart. He carries a leather satchel with papers and inks to write down notes that he'll use to turn into an article later. He dresses in a brown trench coat with loose black pants that he stuffs into brown leather boots. On his head, he wears a flat cap that makes him look like a reporter as well as a large scarf when the weather gets nippy.
Registered: Feb 11, 2020 22:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Tate Trillings on Feb 16, 2020 13:40:21 GMT -8
"Excuse me?" The young shark hybrid called out as he stood at the gates of the fortress. He had heard words of a new Grand Duke that will soon take his rightful place. Somehow he also heard that it would be good if this new Duke had some publicity. Tate wasn't exactly the type of do political based article but when you're starting out you can't afford to be picky. He clutched his notepad and pencil closer to himself as he looked at the grandness of a fortress. This fortress reminds him of the types that people never come out of, but those are just fictions....right? He stood and waited until a guard would address him or someone would address him. It would be rude to barge in unanounced.
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