Audric VIII
Established
Hurrah!
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 24
Physical Description: Of somewhat above average build and height, Audric doesn't have particularly memorable traits. He in general is described as cavalier in appearance, with light eyes and particularly dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Audric carries upon him a full set of sanctified plate and chainmail along with a helmet as protection, though he doesn't wear leather underneath with just wrapping instead. He is armed with a bland looking and somewhat short longsword bearing only the mark of his family and of it's blessing along with a knuckled dagger of the same make. His shield is something between a hearer and kite shield, and while carrying the Order's black cross one can see it is painted over the shape of Audric's family crest, an armoured Knight on a pegasus. He has hidden about his person a hand-crossbow that takes massive strength to wind up, allowing it to pack the punch of a big crossbow in a little frame. From it, he shoots an array of either stakes, silver bolts, or simple sanctified ones, potentially poisoned. Finally, arguably his greatest armament is a book of prayers, in which he has hidden coin and... utilities. Other than that he carries little on his travels about his person, preferring to live off the land or bring things on his horse, a quite massive black charger that tows carts alone.
Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Audric VIII on May 25, 2019 21:43:27 GMT -8
Audric examined the new arrivals once more, giving a hearty laugh and giving a bow as he heard them speak. "Glad to serve!" he exclaimed before looking again to Cassandra. Once mire he leaned in to speak, tilting his head so sound would better get through his helmet. "Indeed it would be unwise. Still, exemplary for a first time traveling alone, I'm sure you'll avoid nearly incinerating your benefactors next time!"
With that the Paladin looked baxk to the Arridi, then back to Cassandra to offer a shrug. Not waiting, he spurred his horse to follow the sand folk.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on May 30, 2019 10:20:32 GMT -8
Cassandra did her best to maintain eye contact as he addressed her power directly.
"My apologies," she said, as diplomatically as possible. "The journey has been long and dangerous to get this far, and I have become wary of strangers. I shan't use my powers again." Unless I feel like I am in danger, she thought to herself.
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on May 31, 2019 18:02:49 GMT -8
A few of the traders in the convoy gave each other quizzical looks as the Arridians gave their speech as well as their strange reply about their worth. As far as they knew, no one in the valley had ever been this far south before. How they knew of their worth, these northmen did not know.
Kargth turned to face the waiting convoy and shrugged. His armoured plate scratching as the sand ground between the layers of his armour as he moved.
“Very well, lets move one then.” He said, turning his horse once more towards the natives that were already beginning to move off.
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Arridia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 74
Registered: Apr 26, 2018 16:53:11 GMT -8
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Post by Arridia on Jun 1, 2019 20:41:17 GMT -8
The caravan waded its way around the rising and falling dunes, the strong, hot desert winds blowing bits of sand against the skin and chapping the lips of the members. The Arridi paved the path for the small mob of outsiders who meticulously made their way through the seeming endless desert, with little rest or pause. [Exit to Miraji]
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