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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Jun 6, 2018 15:53:35 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang von Straut, colloquially known as "the Mace" had accompanied Vidkun Wewelsberg on his expedition into Aridia. The desert was a hot and arid place with shifting sands and many hidden dangers. It was a far cry from the rolling hills, grassy plains, and thick forests of his homeland: Vessia. Fortunately he was able to acquire suitable robes for which to wear in the desert heat under that blazing sun. His blackened mace from days gone hung at his side, still stained with the blood of his enemies, while the Scripture was buckled nicely onto his belt. He led his white horse onward behind the retinue of Knight-Brothers who had journeyed with Vidkun, but urged his steed onward to place himself at his companion's side. They would approached the Aridian emissaries together, but the Father allowed the head of the mission to speak for the group. |
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48 
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Jun 6, 2018 17:10:03 GMT -8
The Knight nodded, riding further along. "I thank you for this. My name is Herr Hochbruder Vidkun Wewelsberg and I will be referred to as Sir Wewelsberg. I represent the Angelist Order of the Brothers of the Sword. With me here is Father Wolfgang. We how to defend the people here from the marauding evil that seeks to come." He lowered his raised hand, his North-Eastern features moving smoothly as he considered the desert dweller before him. "I would like to meet with the leadership of the forces here so we may arrange our quarters and coordinate efforts."
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
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Roleplay posts: 48 
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Jun 6, 2018 22:01:23 GMT -8
Meanwhile, the remaining caravan members of the Land-Tillers had received word that they had gotten themselves wrapped up in a war. They decided to excuse themselves from the Sheikh's palace so that they could prepare a ritual to get back in touch with their homeland and decide what to do next.
Deciding that perhaps it was best not to incite the wrath of Iskaldur directly, they would keep their banner hidden, and instead of summoning forth their armies, send one particularly talented earth master. Combining their magic together, the druids formed a circle just outside the palace, put in a word to the Land-Tiller's Black Tower, and had them relay a message to the elder's council. A few minutes later their circle intensified and a middle-aged woman dressed in mountain furs stepped out of its shining light.
"... Nice place you got here. I did not dress properly for this region." Sangilak grinned as she started removing her furs.
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Arridia
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Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 7, 2018 6:42:38 GMT -8
The Sand Sand Cat nodded at the holy knights words and silently lead them into The Aridian Desert Town. They two would enter the war room where they heard the Sheikh ask; "Welcome to the War Room. Let us start by saying who we are and what we can bring to this upcoming war."
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 7, 2018 8:27:54 GMT -8
Replying to the Druids, the Dwarf practically sputtered, "Allied? Hell, we're ruled by them! Don't know Vorutans when you hear them? Do what you need to, but make sure the final connection is to the citadel in Voruta. We need some higher... permissions, before we can make a deal."
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Jun 7, 2018 15:24:42 GMT -8
The Knight entered the war room, hand on the hilt of his sword but only as a matter of course rather than in threat. "I am Herr Hochbruder Vidkun Wewelsburg as I told your kinsman. With me I have several of the Order, and a few clerics of various ranks. I have done my research, and am vaguely aware of the enemy and odds we face. In defence, I know our Knights will focus on defeating the elite of the enemy, their valkyries and other monstrosities. The Clerics will stay back, and will heal those they can providing support for the wounded and fallen so they can fight on." With that he paused ponderously, scratching at the chainmail covering of his chin. "If you plan on withering the enemy in attrition across the desert then for that only I, and perhaps the venerable father Wolfgang will be able to help."
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Huata of the Dittany
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Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on Jun 7, 2018 17:27:26 GMT -8
"I mean, that works too."
The druids backed off and gathered into a circle. Through a complex and someone convoluted process that involved chanting, telepathy, and the rerouting of magical signals, the druids were able to establish a connection with the Voruta citadel.
"Thank you for using the Black Tower scrying rerouting service. If you would be so kind to take this optional survey regarding the customer service you recei-"
"NO THANKS!"
"Very well. Just a moment please..."
"She sounded disappointed."
"They always sound disappointed, shut up."
...
The citadel was now patched into their war room meeting.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 7, 2018 19:10:13 GMT -8
It was a rather dreary day in the city of Voruta, with a heavy rain pattering off the red tile roof, turning the smooth tiled courtyard slick for any unwary servants bustling about. In the tallest tower, the fierceness of the storm was most evident, with strong winds whistling through the eaves, and leaks coming down through various holes in the roof, puddling into pots and pans resting upon stacks and stacks of dusty tomes.
The man inhabiting the tower was in a rather similar mood to the weather, dreary and temperamental. He was a wizard for Gods sakes, graduated from the Academy of magic top of his class, a trusted public servant in the Isran magical bureaucracy, and here he was, forced to live in a Godsforsaken part of the Isran Empire, in a Castle where half the denizens outright hated him, and the other half hid their hatred better. And all because he turned the wrong person into a chicken.
He was startled from his mood when his mirror rang, nearly causing him to jump. Looking to see who the hell was calling him, he shouted at the mirror, "What is it?"
"Hello, I am calling from the Black Tower customer connection line. This call may be recorded for quality assurance purposes. Can I speak to Bloise please?"
Maybe it's my release from this hell hole glimmered a hope in his soul. Quickly rushing to his desk, he pulled out a comb, and quickly straightened his thinning white hair, and rather impressive beard that nearly hung to his waist. "I am Bloise, and I accept the call."
"To improve our customer service, would you mind waiti-"
"Buzz off! I have more important things to do!" The wizard Bloise angrily raved at the mirror, attempting to get his sweet, sweet release from this prison.
Instead, he was greeted by the all too familiar sight of the richly attired Dwarf. Shit. "Hello Master Zigrin. I assume you want to speak to Sir Gediminas?"
Speaking from Aridia, Zigrin practically yelled back, "YES! I NEED TO SPEAK TO HIM!"
"You don't need to shout, it's not like I need to hear you from the desert. I'll go get him." He harrumphed back, walking over to some tubes attached to the wall by some strips of metal. Shouting into one pipe, he said, "You're needed in the Tower Lord Gediminas." Glumly sitting back on his desk, he reflected on the finer points of poultry based magic, and how it can have unforeseen consequences, like making him a glorified receptionist.
He was sitting when another man entered the room wearing a green tunic and tall, tan riding boots. He was much younger than the wizard, with his light brown hair shaved on the sides of his head and a thick mustache styled to points resting on his upper lip. With a mischievous grin, he jabbed at Bloise, the thickness of his Vorutan accent tinging the Isran, "Still sore over your posting? Who knows, maybe once they figure out how to change the ambassador back, they'll let you go back to Isra," turning to the mirror, he said as he grabbed a chair, "This is Lord Jakub Gediminas of Voruta."
Zigrin bowed to Lord Gediminas, explaining the situation as tersely as he could, "Sir, I fear that we may have stumbled into a bit of a pile. Seems that Aridia is entering a bit of a scuffle, and it seems they need some fine Vorutan steel."
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Jun 8, 2018 9:10:26 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang nodded, "I will accompany the clerics and tend to the wounded - but I can assist in battle when and if necessary." The priest looked over at Vidkun, giving him a slight nod. The Father may have been wounded in combat many years ago, but despite his limp he was still able to fight on horseback. His blackened mace had crushed many bones and split many heads across a multitude of battlefields.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Jun 9, 2018 14:34:04 GMT -8
The Brother nodded, raising his free arm in suggestion. "A proposal is another reason we have arrived. If you would allow us to construct a Church here, we would provide significantly more aid." Swift, and to the point.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2018 19:21:18 GMT -8
Lorrie walks over to and sniffs the newcomer, keira. Jack follows behind and offers a hand to shake. "Hello. Im jack. I suppose you dont know whats going on either, right?" He says in a friendly tone. Lorrie follows suit and offers her par, her beady eyes still searching the room. Kiera looked to the boy and wrinkled her nose just a bit - she could smell him. Like a dead rat. It wasn't a pleasant scent. But the boy seemed friendly enough and she straightened her expression to try and salvage their meeting as best she could - she had a feeling she might have offended him unintentionally. She offered her hand in turn, taking careful hold of his small hand in a gentle shake.
"Indeed, I'm about as lost as you are. I was traversing the sands, and somehow was led here by these people. Now... I'm just listening."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 7:14:13 GMT -8
"I understand why you here but this against what we have beliefs of, perhaps you can convince me after the this dreadful war has ended?" He replied before turning to the dwarves; "Have you anything you can bring us?"
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 10, 2018 18:13:30 GMT -8
The translator Dwarf hesitated for a second, trying to figure out how the syntax worked and if he had to go backwards or forwards with the verb structure, before repeating back what the Sheikh asked to Zigrin, "Ar turite ką nors, ką gali mums atnešti?" Processing it for a second, Zigrin then repeated it once again to Lord Gediminas.
Processing it for a second, he then started laughing menacingly at the preposterous idea that the Sheikh had not heard of the famed Vorutan cavalry. "Mes esame Dangiškųjų raitelių palikuonys, jų kraujas ir jų kojų kraujas praeina per kiekvieną kilmingą vyną. Mūsų kanopų pylimas gali būti išgirstas prie žemės šerdies, sumušdamas būgnus ir kardus dainuodamas. Mūsų fiksatorių ietis visada atskleidžia tiesą, o mūsų medžiotojai gali išparduoti paukštį iš dangaus. Tikras klausimas yra tai, ko jūs norite duoti mums?"
Relaying it from Lord Gediminas, the translator quoted, "We are the descendants of the Heavenly Horsemen, their blood and the blood of their steeds flow through every noble's veins. The thunder of our hooves can be heard to the core of the land, with the beating of drums and the singing of swords. Our retainers' spears always strike true, and our huntsmen can knock a bird out of the sky. The real question is, what are you willing to give for us?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 18:31:34 GMT -8
The Sheikh paused, before replying with a smile; "We have, lots of gold." He gestured with his hand and Aridians hurried into the room with bags of shining material.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 10, 2018 18:36:34 GMT -8
Not needing a translator to guess what the Sheikh was saying, Zigrin preempted the translator and said to Lord Gediminas, "Jie siūlo auksą."
A wolfish smile twisted at the cheeks of Lord Gediminas, who replied tersely, "Trisdešimt tūkstančių mūsų karių," which was repeated by Zigrin to the translator, who carried it forward as, "Thirty thousand gold coins for the host of Voruta to ride south and fight."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 18:38:04 GMT -8
The Sheikh was in no mood to haggle, so he simply said deal; and nodded his head.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 10, 2018 18:47:58 GMT -8
Nodding to Zigrin, the translator Dwarf then bowed, saying, "It's a pleasure doing business with you."
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JacktheRatking
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Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 12
Physical Description: A short, skinny boy, with a bit more body hair than normal.
His outward appearance is
Clothes and Equipment: A simple tunic, wooden staff, and satchel filled with seeds and nuts and other treats are all he typically carries.
Along with a dagger that may or may not infect its victims with plague. Be sure to hug others 3-4 days after being stabbed.
Registered: May 16, 2018 18:26:49 GMT -8
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Post by JacktheRatking on Jun 11, 2018 6:05:04 GMT -8
Kiera looked to the boy and wrinkled her nose just a bit - she could smell him. Like a dead rat. It wasn't a pleasant scent. But the boy seemed friendly enough and she straightened her expression to try and salvage their meeting as best she could - she had a feeling she might have offended him unintentionally. She offered her hand in turn, taking careful hold of his small hand in a gentle shake.
"Indeed, I'm about as lost as you are. I was traversing the sands, and somehow was led here by these people. Now... I'm just listening."
Jack was more than used to looks of disgust for various reasons. It's not like bathing was easy in a desert...
He put his hand down and looked around for any others.
"I'm doing my best to listen to. Unfortunately my 'ears' haven't returned yet.
As far as I know, there's some sort of war going on but they wont tell us anything else" Jack says.
"So, how good are you with that crossbow?"
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Rodentia
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This profile is used for when the rats are away from jack
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: H
Physical Description: Varies wildly. Most members of the community are black rats, lean and agile, able to sneak and squeeze by just about anything.
Clothes and Equipment: None. Maybe the occasional small tool.
Player's online availability : Message Jacktheratking, or deerboi on discord if this account is unresponsive
Registered: Feb 19, 2018 13:51:20 GMT -8
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Post by Rodentia on Jun 11, 2018 6:32:57 GMT -8
A group of 3 rats scurry through Aridia. The hot sands were unforgiving and since they couldn't burrow in it, they raced along on the surface, doing their best to dodge the ever present cats and desert predators they've only seen in their training class.
Soon enough they find it. They sneak into the war room and hide themselves throughout the room, squeaking amongst themselves at a pitch to high for most to hear.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Jun 11, 2018 17:08:45 GMT -8
The Brother nodded ponderously, his body otherwise motionless. "Very well. So shall it be said, so it is written in for the words of God. At dawn will arrive the two hundred. At dawn, hooves will be heard and the death of the enemy will be present. For now, I ask of quarters and stables so we may find respite.
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