Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Mar 19, 2018 20:15:41 GMT -8
Deep in the woods far from civilization and surrounded by thick, inhospitable woods a squat, unimpressive fort stakes its claim. Precataclysm, it seems the stone facade was spared the worst of its devastation. It remains intact, although overgrown and one might think it were lucky, if not for the evidence that something quite evil had occurred there long before today. Skeletons lay strewn about, splintered and crushed, covered in centuries of dust and wearing chain and gambesons, flying colors of an unknown country, lost to time. The walls, despite their age, still stand, crumbled only in a few places due to the lack of upkeep. A few siege engines set atop the curtain wall, bearing threateningly down upon the surrounding forest, but age has rotted away wood and ropes and most are empty of any ammunition. Rats and massive spiders skitter about the fallen stones and fallen men, paying them no heed. It seemed Fort Justice may pass into obscurity, lost to time and eventually reclaimed by the earth. That was, until Vash the Black. Flush with victory and a dragon's gold, the demon-bastard gnoll had joined a quest with two other mercenaries to investigate the place. As soon as he laid eyes upon it, however, he decided one simple fact: He wanted it. Two mercenaries don't put up much of a fight, particularly when they don't know one is coming. Since then the gnoll has moved in a small retinue of hobgoblins whom he had convinced to follow through coercion and violence. Only about twenty in number, he has since had them find and corral the spiders of the surrounding forests, which they have spent their entire lives training before his arrival. Now the gnoll sits within a stone fortress, utilizing his new title Vash the Black and preparing to once-more strike fear into human hearts. Defenses: - Twenty Moderately armed and armored hobgoblins. With mottled greenish-gray skin and standing, generally, at about five feet tall. They are equipped with falchions, spears and bows.
- Twenty well-trained giant spiders, each about the size of a large dog. They are deadly quick and have black, chitinous bodies. They apply constant traps of webbing and patrol the forest within a mile of the wall. They sense vibrations, through the ground to a degree, but primarily through their webbing. Only those marked with a pheromone specially crafted by the hobgoblins will not be attacked. Their venom is terribly potent, and can bring down a horse or deer in a matter of hours.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Mar 26, 2018 11:44:39 GMT -8
Getting to Fort Justice before being overtaken wasn't much of a surprise to Vash as they entered the tangled woods, trekking over the treacherous pathways with little difficulty. It had been centuries since they had been maintained and as such following them was difficult and walking upon them even more so with uneven flagstones and massive roots. Vash slowed here, partially to pick over the road with ease, Khepri tucked under his arm like a barrel and partially to keep an eye and an ear out for more danger. The woods were hardly kind, even to one who lived within them. They traveled this way for several hours until the trees around them seemed to be wreathed in white shrouds of silk. All around them the scuttling of many legs tossed leaves and sticks aside in the shadows. Large, soulless black eyes could, on occasion, be seen peering, light glinting off them in the dim light that filtered through the thick canopy. Despite their hungry, terrible gaze, however, they made no move to approach. These weren't merely wild creatures, but tamed. The gnoll's unsettling guardians. At last they came to a number of felled tree trunks and, above them, the towering walls of Fort Justice. It had no towers, or special features, but instead was dull and ugly. The trees for a short distance had been hacked down in the perimeter, to prevent anyone from using the cover of the trees to merely stroll up to the walls proper. Heading through the large wooden gate as the signal was struck and the doors swung open several hobgoblins bowed as Vash entered the courtyard with his price and the whooped and cheered at the sight. "I have special plans for you, pet." he growled at Khepri. "Listen up, men! She starts singing or a-whistlin' you let me know! I'll cut her filthy tongue out myself!" he declared to which the hobgoblins cheered in unison. Then, sweeping into the main fort as they opened the doors for her, she would see that not much had been done with it. Skeletons still lay about and dust covered most surfaces. Barrels and crates were clear of dust, having been recent additions to their larders and many still bore the symbol of Isra. In this main chamber, a large chair had been places. Far from a throne, but its majesty was quite unlike the rotted, rickety things that lie around. Heading down an adjoining hallway he made a few turns until he came to a door towards the inner part of the fort, well away from the outer walls which may be penetrated and, most importantly in Khepri's case, where light could come in. No, it seemed Fort Justice may very well have held prisoners in its past as the seemingly VIP cell had no windows and was left in complete darkness. A mattress, rotted into nothing and filling the small, unventilated chamber with a powerful smell of mold that seemed to cling to every surfaces. There were no lights or candles, even chairs and tables were reduced to tinder. Snapping at a nearby Hobgoblin the small thing, referred to as Roḱ began scooping out the remains of these pitiful sights, leaving a bare room which another hob brought in armfuls of rough leaves, spreading them across the floor in a makeshift bed even a dog might turn its nose up at. They had no horses, after all, and certainly no hay which might have made a comfortable place to lay. "Like your chambers your Majesty?" the gnoll asked, motioning to the terrible living quarters. |
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173 
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Mar 29, 2018 19:37:45 GMT -8
The woman couldn't remember the last time she had been handled so roughly. She had been silent for the entire trip, never once replying to one of Vash's remarks, even when she had a witty one in mind. No, this was not the time or the place to sass or to gloat, for she hadn't the position for it. She was a prisoner here, and she had to remember that. She was not free anymore.
Further realization of her imprisonment hit her when she was shown the dark room. A shudder ran through her body as fear stabbed through her gut like a knife with a jagged blade. She looked at Vash, mouth half open as she debated which fate was worse: the everpresent darkness before them or getting her throat ripped out before he had a chance to push her in.
"... please no," she said after a few moments, wincing as she spoke.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Apr 25, 2018 20:52:31 GMT -8
When Khepri expressed disbelief, even horror at her new abode Vash laughed, a high-pitched, uncanny noise produced by gnolls. Ten he shoved her, hard, letting her sprawl across the floor unless she managed to brace herself.
"Ya don't get the luxury of choice, bird. You'll be begging to get out, offering anythin', and when that happens the buyers will come a'callin'. Welcome to the slave life." With that he slammed the door shut. A small, rusted sliding-panel on the front was just enough to peek as he slid it open, his cruel, red eyes glittering in the near-absolute darkness. "I'll be ready for ya, pet." he said tauntingly before, with a screech of rusted metal he slammed the panel shut, leaving her alone atop a pile of rough leaves, the blackness and dust consuming. On occasion the skitter of small creatures darted about in the utter darkness, a fist-sized spider crawling across her foot in the pursuit of a particular juicy rat it sprung upon, burying its fangs in the eternal circle of life. Its pitiful dying wails were the only sound she was afforded, alone in her cell.
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Roḱ
New
Currently under Vash the Black's command
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Roḱ is an adult, but doesn’t know his exact age
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Roḱ, the hobgoblin, stands at just over five feet, at around 5’3”, and weighs roughly around 160 lbs of mostly pure muscle. Like the other hobgoblins under Vash’s command at Fort Justice, his skin is a greenish-grey with spots of dull brown, and his eyes are red, often full of malice. His hair is short and thin, done in small dreads. A deep scar runs down his forehead and over his left eye, ending just above his left cheekbone, though, fortunately, his left eye remains intact. Also has numerous small scars on his chin and left-side of his jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothes: Roḱ wears a black dirty tunic torn below his chest, exposing his abdomen when out of armor, and dark trousers like charcoal torn at the ankles stained by mud and dirt. A dark brown sash is wrapped around his waist.
Armor: Wears old light mail with rust spots over his clothes with a few rings missing. Over that he has a mishmash of plate armor: A single pauldron on his left shoulder, an old dented breastplate pitted with the occasional rust spot, dark greaves, sabatons, and gauntlets, with only his left arm having a vambrace and rerebrace. The lower half of the breastplate had been torn off in an oddly similar angle to his tunic, leaving a jagged bottom half exposing his muscled midriff. Carries a large round shield made of oak of about 2’ diameter, the rim made of two inches of rusted steel, and has a large steel boss in the middle.
Weapons: He carries a spear six feet long and with two ugly barbs on either side of the blade. For when in close range, he has a short sword on his hip, the blade chipped in a couple places. His teeth are sharp and could be used in desperation.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2018 15:52:30 GMT -8
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Post by Roḱ on Apr 26, 2018 18:30:14 GMT -8
The hobgoblin Vash had commanded to bring in leaves for the human lady was none other than Roḱ, a poor mistreated and misunderstood creature...or so he'd have you believe. He moaned and grumbled the entire time he spread the dirty leaves, muttering under his breath. Love his commander, Vash, he did not. Oh sure, he respected the gnoll's strength, and feared him greatly, but he also despised Vash ever since he was ordered out to fetch spiders. Spiders! The one thing Roḱ feared more than death...well, one of the things he feared more than death. Their many eyes staring into his soul, examining him like he was their next meal, and those eight spindly legs. Roḱ shuddered at the thought, recalling his time corraling the creepy-crawlers. For that, and for that alone, he held a grudge against his master. However, the creature Vash brought home with him made Roḱ momentarily forget his grudge as he was stricken by the thing's beauty. He had never been attracted to a human before, but there was something clearly different about this one. He, of course, kept this to himself lest he'd be ridiculed by the other hobgoblins. When Vash the Black slammed the door shut, Roḱ cowered out of his master's line of sight long enough for the gnoll to disappear. Once he did, Roḱ cast a glance down either side of the stone hallway before tentatively approaching Khepri's cell. Roḱ needed a better look at the creature, he convinced himself, and opened the small metal panel to the cell and peered in. Khepri would, no doubt, notice his red eyes staring at her if she was observant. |
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Apr 26, 2018 18:30:53 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher Vash the Black Khepri @rudi It had been five days... Rainwater rolled down the grime-coated face of the archer kneeling beside a set of footprints larger than his head, deep as a horse hoof embedded into the soft ground. Five days of racing against the sun... The man's single green eye scanned the hillside in front of him... another track--- widespread. He had picked up speed again, careless speed rather than the long loping pace the monster had set days prior... The man gazes at the dreadful woods before him. Seemed a fitting place for such a disgusting beast to live.... Regal, Roxanne, and Rudiger had tracked their friend Khepri's captor to this forest. The Trip had been a daunting, downright grueling at times, with little more than a scuff or broken branch to go off of... Other times it had been far to ease to track the brute--- Three days in Regal had found several concerning encounters...his mood darkening considerably with each moment of brutality playing in his mind's eye the hand prints... the shoulder print... He watched every strike, every stumble, every yank... It served no purpose sharing what he saw though--- just let them know they were heading in the right direction. With each passing day, he had become more and more agitated though even shouting at Roxanne for asking admittedly simple questions... He'd have to apologize later. Rubbing his beard chin in contemplation, it was here that he spoke for the first time in a day. " We're getting close to the end of this chase. He's been at this pace for an hour now--- likely excited to be back in its lair... " He explained, his foul mood hurled at the woods like a stone.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Apr 26, 2018 18:37:10 GMT -8
Rudiger shifted in the saddle as he watched Regal kneel down by the trail. He was used to riding on the back of Bob for days on end, but this pursuit had been especially merciless, and his legs and rear felt it. He took the opportunity Regal provided by standing in the stirrups and stretching his legs, listening to what the tracker had to say.
He knew that what they were following simply didn't care if they were being chased. It already had three human heads around its neck, and he was most certain that it wouldn't mind adding another three. Another trickle of apprehension started pooling in his stomach, which he mentally had to shove away. He sat back down in the saddle, and said, "Forests are always pains to search through, speaking from experience. And something tells me that this will be no exception, even worse perhaps because of that creature in there."
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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 Apr 26, 2018 18:40:42 GMT -8
Clearly, the creature didn't care about stealth. Even the most amateur tracker could follow these prints, although Roxanne was still glad for Regal's expertise. It made an easy job effortless, just a game of follow-the-leader...still, the fact that the monster didn't care to cover its tracks worried her. It told her that the monster didn't care about being followed, that it was confident in its ability to protect itself and its prize. Was it simply arrogant? The damaged it had caused at the inn suggested that the confidence was well-earned. Still, Roxanne had faith that the group would be able to bring it down, even though she had spent much of the time bickering with Regal. She knew how to track, there was no need for him to be so condescending all the time.
"Finally. I'm looking forward to catching up with it. Who would have thought it could run so long, so fast? It's almost as if it didn't stop for rest at night...insane."
Roxanne caught a glimpse of a feather caught on a tree branch, and looked away. What had the monster done to Khepri? Awful images flashed through her mind, of Khepri being beaten or cooked up for supper or worse...but if that was all her captor wanted her for, would he have dragged her alive for five days? No, clearly he wanted something else. A ransom, perhaps. All she knew was that if the monster wanted gold, she'd be paying in steel.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Apr 27, 2018 11:09:50 GMT -8
The moment the gnoll threw Khepri into the shadows, the feathers, gold, talons- all of it- disappeared, replaced by a small, weak human woman wrapped in a worn cloak. She yelped as she hit the floor, curling up like a roach in the corner. When the door slammed, leaving her in utter darkness, only a sliver of light from the metal panel from the door... until Vash took even that away from her.
Khepri stared in disbelief at the door for several long seconds. The weight of her situation began to seep in again, swiftly this time, as silence loomed over the meek Bird of Paradise. Her lungs filled with air in a gasp that was soured and gagged out as the putrid smells of the cellar consumed the woman's nostrils. The ground was damp, slick with condensation from the cold from being in the dark so long. Mold and moss decorated the cell and made it slimy. Khepri found it difficult to stand. She succeeded only to slip and slam her knees into the hard floor after a panic, feeling the spider crawl across her foot.
Holding the cloak close to her, she tried to hold in what little warmth she had left, trying desperately to feel safe again. It didn't seem to help, as the Bird began to weep, digging her forehead into her lap, hands over her head.
She stayed like this for a while, drowning in a pool of despair, never once attempting to pull her head out of the water, content to drown in her tears and snot. That was... until her ears caught the faint schlick of that thin metal panel.
The Bird's head snapped up cheeks gleaming with moisture. Those eyes didn't belong to the gnoll. No, she had acquainted herself well with those.
"Who... who's there?" she choked.
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Roḱ
New
Currently under Vash the Black's command
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Roḱ is an adult, but doesn’t know his exact age
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Roḱ, the hobgoblin, stands at just over five feet, at around 5’3”, and weighs roughly around 160 lbs of mostly pure muscle. Like the other hobgoblins under Vash’s command at Fort Justice, his skin is a greenish-grey with spots of dull brown, and his eyes are red, often full of malice. His hair is short and thin, done in small dreads. A deep scar runs down his forehead and over his left eye, ending just above his left cheekbone, though, fortunately, his left eye remains intact. Also has numerous small scars on his chin and left-side of his jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothes: Roḱ wears a black dirty tunic torn below his chest, exposing his abdomen when out of armor, and dark trousers like charcoal torn at the ankles stained by mud and dirt. A dark brown sash is wrapped around his waist.
Armor: Wears old light mail with rust spots over his clothes with a few rings missing. Over that he has a mishmash of plate armor: A single pauldron on his left shoulder, an old dented breastplate pitted with the occasional rust spot, dark greaves, sabatons, and gauntlets, with only his left arm having a vambrace and rerebrace. The lower half of the breastplate had been torn off in an oddly similar angle to his tunic, leaving a jagged bottom half exposing his muscled midriff. Carries a large round shield made of oak of about 2’ diameter, the rim made of two inches of rusted steel, and has a large steel boss in the middle.
Weapons: He carries a spear six feet long and with two ugly barbs on either side of the blade. For when in close range, he has a short sword on his hip, the blade chipped in a couple places. His teeth are sharp and could be used in desperation.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2018 15:52:30 GMT -8
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Post by Roḱ on Apr 27, 2018 18:30:05 GMT -8
Roḱ retreated from the metal panel and the cell door entirely to, once again, cast cautious glances about the stone chamber. He was concerned that one of the other hobgoblins would wander by and catch him fraternizing with the bird-lady. Oh boy, Roḱ can’t imagine Vash the Black would be very appreciative either if he found out Roḱ was doing more than just standing by, guarding the door.
The coast appeared to still be clear, so Roḱ fished into his trouser pockets and pulled out an old ripe apple he had found in the woods beyond the ancient fort. It had a couple bites taken out of it by Roḱ who nibbled on it earlier as a snack when he was bored, but it was mostly whole...if one didn’t count the spots of rot here or there pitting the surface of the red fruit. Smiling, Roḱ reapproached the cell door.
Known for his cruelty and maliciousness, Roḱ’s smile was oddly friendly and...even innocent. “You must be hungry, bird-lady,” the hobgoblin said through the still open panel, trying to make his rough and deep voice softer and kinder than it was. “Here.” Thrusting a mailed fist through the panel, Roḱ tossed the partly-eaten apple in Khepri’s direction.
“I am Roḱ,” he finally answered; his smile growing larger, exposing yellowed and pointed teeth like fangs. It was, perhaps, more menacing than Roḱ intended.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Apr 29, 2018 16:25:21 GMT -8
The Bird pushed herself toward the back of the cell until her back hit the wall. Though in most aspects, Rok wasn't any uglier than a human in the Bird's perspective, those teeth were certainly menacing. All she could think of was Vash's fangs digging into her neck, into Rudiger's skin, watching the blood splatter and spray in every direction.
Unable to retreat any further, Khepri waited for the creature to speak. She couldn't help but feel that the offered apple was laced with something, some sleeping agent, maybe a drug to make her more susceptible to her fate. Even so, there wouldn't be much she could do about it regardless of what they wanted from her.
As the apple was thrust through the panel, the woman's eyes followed every bounce and roll, sliding upwards to stare at the hobgoblin. She stared long and hard, brows knitting together.
You've been here before, the courtesan thought to herself. Think it through.
"Khep... Khepri," she stuttered, reaching cautiously toward the apple with a long, slender arm. "Thank you... Roḱ."
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Apr 30, 2018 12:39:59 GMT -8
Vash could have, without too much difficulty, gone twice the distance he had. Like the hyenas of his savannah birthplace he had stamina that far outstripped the common beasts that lived in the cooler climate here, and required little water and food to do so. He was no machine, however, and clad in his plate armor he had begun to flag near the end of their journey. It didn't take much more than some water and food, served (or shoveled) towards him by terrified hobgoblins. He was wary of poison, and had spells he could cast to detect anything of the sort, but he knew they wouldn't dare to try. After all, even in the throes of death he could likely devastate their numbers through sheer rage of betrayal.
In his breast though, so full of pride at his success, he couldn't help but feel suspicion. He knew the pathetic knight he'd tossed aside hadn't been killed, and he had heard others within the building, although whether they were fighters or peasants he hadn't been able to distinguish. How important was the nearly-nude creature he'd stolen from them? Would they come to free her? Could they come to free her? He had avoided major settlements, but he hadn't bothered to hide his trail. Of one thing, however, he was certain: If that knight healed, he would come for her. He knew these shiny armor types, he'd eaten a few himself and they were nothing if not predictable.
"You," he barked at a nearby hobgoblin who started at his demand. "Double the sentries on the walls! You!" he pointed to another, a wicked idea coming to mind. "Git some of the rottin' meat and spread it 'long the path past the spiders. Anyone followin' us'll learn there's more in these woods than Vash the Black! Keep the torches out, too, they come this way after dark they'll find that we can see in it, but they'll be blind as bats! Go!"
The hobgoblins, jobs in hand, scrambled away, setting out to perform their duties. Although they hated and feared Vash, they were quite loyal. From Isra he'd brough food, from their caves and spider-web tents they now lived in a man-made structure and held weapons of metal, sheltered from the elements. In fact, if they merely followed orders their quality of life had increased tenfold and that, if not love, made them subservient and loyal. At least, it made most of them loyal. Had Vash had an inkling of Roḱ's indiscretion the hobgoblin would quickly find himself served up as the next day's dinner.
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Roḱ
New
Currently under Vash the Black's command
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Roḱ is an adult, but doesn’t know his exact age
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Roḱ, the hobgoblin, stands at just over five feet, at around 5’3”, and weighs roughly around 160 lbs of mostly pure muscle. Like the other hobgoblins under Vash’s command at Fort Justice, his skin is a greenish-grey with spots of dull brown, and his eyes are red, often full of malice. His hair is short and thin, done in small dreads. A deep scar runs down his forehead and over his left eye, ending just above his left cheekbone, though, fortunately, his left eye remains intact. Also has numerous small scars on his chin and left-side of his jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothes: Roḱ wears a black dirty tunic torn below his chest, exposing his abdomen when out of armor, and dark trousers like charcoal torn at the ankles stained by mud and dirt. A dark brown sash is wrapped around his waist.
Armor: Wears old light mail with rust spots over his clothes with a few rings missing. Over that he has a mishmash of plate armor: A single pauldron on his left shoulder, an old dented breastplate pitted with the occasional rust spot, dark greaves, sabatons, and gauntlets, with only his left arm having a vambrace and rerebrace. The lower half of the breastplate had been torn off in an oddly similar angle to his tunic, leaving a jagged bottom half exposing his muscled midriff. Carries a large round shield made of oak of about 2’ diameter, the rim made of two inches of rusted steel, and has a large steel boss in the middle.
Weapons: He carries a spear six feet long and with two ugly barbs on either side of the blade. For when in close range, he has a short sword on his hip, the blade chipped in a couple places. His teeth are sharp and could be used in desperation.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2018 15:52:30 GMT -8
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Post by Roḱ on May 2, 2018 7:28:45 GMT -8
"Khepri," Roḱ repeated slowly, rolling the name around like it was a tasty delectable. "Pretty name."
The hobgoblin eagerly watched the bird-lady pick up his offered apple and excitedly nodded his ugly head up and down, encouraging Khepri to eat the fruit. "Eat, you will need your strength for later. I will leave this panel open for you and if you need anything, I'll just be outside." With that, Roḱ backed away from the panel once again and took a step to the side, facing outward as if he was guarding the cell, and he was, in his own way. He stood straight-backed with his butt of his spear resting on the ground and his left hand was prepared to snap to the panel and slam it closed if any hobgoblins, or worse, Vash, wandered by.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 3, 2018 22:12:34 GMT -8
Hearing the creature say her name sent shivers along her body. The woman rose up from the ground slowly, holding the apple in both her hands. She never looked away from those curious, prying eyes. "For later?" she echoed, "What happens later? Hey, wait!"
She stumbled towards the door before Rok stepped away, skidding on the muddy ground and tumbling onto her backside. She groaned under her breath, feeling pain shoot up her tailbone. She couldn't curse her situation more than she already had, but gazing up at the panel, Khepri couldn't help but think a window of opportunity had opened up.
Tentatively, the bird rose the apple to her mouth and began to eat. It had been quite a while since she had stomached anything decent. She didn't want to recall the things Vash had given her to consume on their journey, so even though this apple was bruised in places, a bit nibbled here and there... it was a luxury she wasn't expecting for another lifetime.
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Roḱ
New
Currently under Vash the Black's command
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Roḱ is an adult, but doesn’t know his exact age
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Roḱ, the hobgoblin, stands at just over five feet, at around 5’3”, and weighs roughly around 160 lbs of mostly pure muscle. Like the other hobgoblins under Vash’s command at Fort Justice, his skin is a greenish-grey with spots of dull brown, and his eyes are red, often full of malice. His hair is short and thin, done in small dreads. A deep scar runs down his forehead and over his left eye, ending just above his left cheekbone, though, fortunately, his left eye remains intact. Also has numerous small scars on his chin and left-side of his jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothes: Roḱ wears a black dirty tunic torn below his chest, exposing his abdomen when out of armor, and dark trousers like charcoal torn at the ankles stained by mud and dirt. A dark brown sash is wrapped around his waist.
Armor: Wears old light mail with rust spots over his clothes with a few rings missing. Over that he has a mishmash of plate armor: A single pauldron on his left shoulder, an old dented breastplate pitted with the occasional rust spot, dark greaves, sabatons, and gauntlets, with only his left arm having a vambrace and rerebrace. The lower half of the breastplate had been torn off in an oddly similar angle to his tunic, leaving a jagged bottom half exposing his muscled midriff. Carries a large round shield made of oak of about 2’ diameter, the rim made of two inches of rusted steel, and has a large steel boss in the middle.
Weapons: He carries a spear six feet long and with two ugly barbs on either side of the blade. For when in close range, he has a short sword on his hip, the blade chipped in a couple places. His teeth are sharp and could be used in desperation.
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Registered: Apr 13, 2018 15:52:30 GMT -8
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Post by Roḱ on May 8, 2018 6:58:59 GMT -8
"Hush, little birdie," Roḱ growled over his shoulder in the direction of the panel. His ears perked up and he was trying to listen. He thought he heard movement, the sound of hobgoblin feet through the old fortress. Was there something happening? Was a fight about to break out? Roḱ suddenly felt uneasy and wondered if he should shut the panel to the bird-lady's panel after all, lest he gets caught being too soft on her. However, a small smile did break across his face as he heard her finally begin chopping on the apple he gave her. Good, good.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jun 19, 2018 9:41:34 GMT -8
Roxanne Fletcher Rudiger Dornmauer The archer exhaled a deep sigh, his face heavy with worry and anger. " Indeed Sir Dormauer, I don't think we'll be able to make much way with the waning hours as it stands. I've crept through to many woods at night to think its ever a good idea... Besides even if we found his lair none of us would be fit for a fight after this trek, lets set a camp for now, who knows we might get lucky and find something out about this place before we crash head long into it." Regal turned a questioning gaze to his companions, seeking either agreement or dispute.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jun 19, 2018 11:28:57 GMT -8
As part of an answer to Regal's question, Rudiger dismounted from Bob. His legs quivered as he landed, feeling like liquid lead had replaced the blood that usually flowed. He stretched his legs by squatting down, and rocking back and forth from one leg to the next. Springing up after a few seconds his legs were still sore, but at least he would now be able to move. Finally answering Regal's question, he turned to Bob's saddle and began loosen the girth strap, "I agree Sir Regal. It'd be best not to crash in their headfirst, especially at night."
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Hermann Stuttheim
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall, has a martial bearing. Aged and paling ginger hair, earthy-brown eyes, peach skin.
Registered: Oct 15, 2018 12:26:09 GMT -8
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Post by Hermann Stuttheim on Jan 8, 2019 18:09:18 GMT -8
Whoever owned this... establishment was clearly not well endowed. However through word of mouth Hermann had learned that there were mercenaries to be hired here as well as slaves to be purchased, and while supposedly there weren't many he was in the region and his schedule did not inform him of any other tasks he had to do in the near future, thus just one more edge in the coming conflicts would be useful.
Thus on a barded white charger the soldier galloped towards the fort, taking in his surroundings as he gradually slowed once he could make out the details of the structure. Eventually he dismounted, looking about his surroundings warily. It was just as possible that he would be seen as a quick meal and buck instead of an employer, and thus he carefully drew a messer type sword as he lead his mount while unbuttoning the holster to his hand-crossbow.
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Vash the Black
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 15 (About 30 in gnoll years)
Physical Description: A seven-foot-tall, four-hundred pound ball of muscle, fur, and teeth. Vash is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid known for their slaving and marauding. His fur, charred by phoenix fire is now blackened. In the thick of battle his eyes have been known to shine red with an inner light of ferocity.
Due to a rather intense run-in with a phoenix, Vash's face and much of his stomach was terribly scared, leaving him with one milky white eye. To cover the melted flesh and exposed bone he wears a metal mask over his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vash wears plated metal armor, but little else in the way of adornments. Has been known to occasionally wear trophies of particularly fulfilling battles, but his lack of sentiment and forgetful nature means he often loses or abandons them, leaving farmers and peasants to find gruesome remains at times.
He carries with him a flail he's affectionately called Meteor, which, exposed to great heat, has unleashed new powers. Namely the ability to create a spinning wheel of fire. It also deals additional fire damage with every blow.
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Registered: Dec 3, 2017 22:33:06 GMT -8
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Post by Vash the Black on Jan 8, 2019 18:47:26 GMT -8
"Chief," a frantic Hobgoblin stumbled into the main chambers of Fort Justice, where Vash the Black had made his throne. "Chief, there's someone approaching the fort! He looks alone, but the spiders are antsy. The scout says he looks armed!" The small grayish-green gremlin shuffled to the side as Vash picked up his face plate, fitting over his mangled head. It had been some time since he'd had visitors, and one without a retinue? Well, he was in luck. He doubted anyone would attempt to assault the fort directly without backup, and the spiders would know if he'd brought an army.
"Get some men," he growled, "mount up and bring him too me. If he gives you trouble, call the spiders. Don't care how good he is at fighting, get enough of those bastards and he's bound to go down. Don't be too rough though, I want repeat business." with that the hobgoblin bowed and ran along, getting three others and mounting up on three of the more meticulously trained spiders. Without bothering to open the gates, the gruesome creatures scaled the walls, skittering disturbingly towards the man who approached the gates.
Stopping before him, the largest of the three hobgoblins sized him up, doing his best to grin invitingly, although that had all the effect of a alligator assuring a family pet to climb into its mouth. Vash had told him before that he had to be eloquent with potential clients, and that meant not killing them or looking like he was going to kill them.
"What you doing at Fort Justice? Vash the Black lives 'ere." he asked gruffly. "If yer lookin' to meet tha boss, you gotta come inside, and you're right dead if you try anything in the walls."
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Hermann Stuttheim
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall, has a martial bearing. Aged and paling ginger hair, earthy-brown eyes, peach skin.
Registered: Oct 15, 2018 12:26:09 GMT -8
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Post by Hermann Stuttheim on Jan 11, 2019 18:08:41 GMT -8
Slowly walking about and surveying his surroundings, Hermann was coming upon the gates when it would appear he wouldn't have to announce his presence, it seemed some folk were already greeting him. The man stopped and stood his ground with an eyebrow raised and a hand held tight around his blade. Truly, he examined some vile creatures. Goblins of all sorts were a common thing in the overworld and he'd squashed too many to count underfoot, yet he was aware the nasty buggers could easily get behind a man with a vile blade or simply come hundreds at a time.
The creatures spoke and even that was revolting with a gag reflex barely suppressed. The old soldier paused momentarily before giving his sword a flourish and placing it in its sheathe and walking a little closer. "I would like to hire the services of his mercenary concern, if I heard right anyway. Lead the way." The words were quick and reserved, the man not particularly interested in wasting his breath anymore as frankly he was prepared to leg it at any moment.
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