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 8, 2018 18:41:41 GMT -8
On the opposite end of the horizon, there was mostly silence. High up in the air were several innocent-looking black forms, minuscule against the hot cyan sky. They flew in wide arcs, and did not get any closer as the army approached.
The sharpest eyes could spot that they were falcons, mundane looking in every respect. To suspect anything, one would have to be both an expert on falcons and have eyes as sharp as one, and finally be able to sense the presence of magic at incredibly long distances. If one such individual did not exist among the Iskaldur forces, the Aridian scryers would go completely undetected.
Of course, it wasn't entirely impossible that all the above conditions would be met. But then the individual in question would be too fixated on the falcons to notice the desert hares standing on their hind legs, watching the approaching army from the top of some ancient ruins off in the distance...
... or the snakes coiling among the rocks, staring intently...
... or the pocket mice scurrying in between the dunes nearby...
... or the lizards hiding among the rocky crevices...
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jun 8, 2018 19:45:22 GMT -8
Alongside the Iskaldurians.... Aylith marches with the rest of the warriors, its "warrior-form" doing little to conceal the being's true nature (although that may have something to do with said warrior-form being a very shabbily silhouette of a viking, tendrils dribbling out from various chinks in its armor and head still conformed into the Talia-esque bubble head from before). It smiles widely out of the malformed jaws, laughing in a high-pitched tone. "What fun. All this time, and all the parts of the world I so *loved* are still intact." The smile ripples momentarily and fades, reinstating itself soon after. Aylith cranes its head upward, looking around for any sign of Tsatsa. TsaTsa Tsatsa follows along nearby, walking along with a shield floating above her head to protect from the sun’s deadly heat. She sighs. “Do you really like this place? I think its heat is unbearable, I can’t imagine anyone liking it.”
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Cul Ésa
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: As the Leader of the Vikings, Cul Esa is fierce and intimidating. He is tall and broad-shouldered, with blood red hair that is untamed. His body is painted in tattoos, which enhance his body.
Clothes and Equipment: His legendary, ensorcelled blade, Daybreaker, can be either a sword or a warhammer depending on his needs. Often he'll use it in conjunction with a shield of some sort. His tattoos help focus his power.
Registered: Jun 2, 2018 18:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Cul Ésa on Jun 8, 2018 21:03:35 GMT -8
Marching with the Iskaldurian army is a contingent of vikings, led by Cul Esa, the King Viking. At his right is Lilith, the Mistress of Runes, and to his left, a man with white hair and thin gauntlets. Who this man was was yet to be known, yet given his placement, Cul Esa valued him. Behind Cul Esa directly were two women, with golden hair, one with a gigantic spear-axe, another with two blades. Behind Lilith herself were two warriors, who looked at the raven haired beauty with adoration. She barely gave them a glance.
War would come.
And by the gods would they relish it.
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Aylith
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 9, 2018 11:07:56 GMT -8
Alongside the Iskaldurians.... Aylith marches with the rest of the warriors, its "warrior-form" doing little to conceal the being's true nature (although that may have something to do with said warrior-form being a very shabbily silhouette of a viking, tendrils dribbling out from various chinks in its armor and head still conformed into the Talia-esque bubble head from before). It smiles widely out of the malformed jaws, laughing in a high-pitched tone. "What fun. All this time, and all the parts of the world I so *loved* are still intact." The smile ripples momentarily and fades, reinstating itself soon after. Aylith cranes its head upward, looking around for any sign of Tsatsa. TsaTsa Tsatsa follows along nearby, walking along with a shield floating above her head to protect from the sun’s deadly heat. She sighs. “Do you really like this place? I think its heat is unbearable, I can’t imagine anyone liking it.” Aylith gives off a disharmonic sound similar to a laugh. "Awful place yes. But humans are persistent. Like cockroaches. They can live anywhere, even where they shouldn't." Aylith raises their glowing hand, pointing skyward. "This awful thing is still here. I remember when it was a lot dimmer, back when everything was dying." It frowns in a peeved manner, translucent lips turning down in a comical frown. "Honestly I hoped it had extinguished or something, but all it did was remain. Like the humans." Aylith coughed. "Silly little humans." Its blue hand glowed. Charging (2).
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Jun 9, 2018 11:11:19 GMT -8
Above the battlefield, alongside a contingent of Valkyries, Kirith the Highmother hovers along with the other Iskaldurians, arms folded and gaze staring wrathfully down at the miserable sands below. "What a worthless place," she spits vengefully (the other Valkyries nodding in assent). "Perhaps when we finish Thrand will consider letting our mages turn it to ice instead. Anything to liven up all this...dust."
She waves a hand at the sands again, slowly descending toward the ranks of soldiers below and looking through them, trying to spot where Thrand would be.
Her white eyes glow with ancient, alien power.
Charging (1).
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Varden, The Grand Warden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall, burly man with tanned skin. It's difficult to tell what race he is, given the pallor he has (from wearing armor so much of the time). His head is bald, though he does have a slight frizzy beard around his chin.
Clothes and Equipment: Varden wears a thick, ornate set of silver plate armor (passed down from his father), with gauntlets engraved with various runes and ancient writing. He also bears a fur-trimmed red-white cape, and skirt of similar coloration.
His armor is heavily enchanted, to be far more durable and strong than a typical Viking's armor, in fact it is as durable as a Mineraali's body.
His face is covered in a featureless silver helmet, with horns on its back indicating his status as a Knight Warden. It's surface is semi-reflective, allowing his opponents to witness their own faces as they are defeated.
He wields a single enchanted axe, which channels magic and can also generate pulses of energy that disrupt and decay metallic objects.
Varden carries a hidden crystal of resurrecting power.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 19:42:11 GMT -8
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Post by Varden, The Grand Warden on Jun 9, 2018 11:23:12 GMT -8
Varden, Knight Warden, marches a few ranks down from King Chief Thrand, craning his helmeted head up to peer over the plains of sand. Behind his mask he sighs, gripping his axe tightly. The Knight Warden doesn't want to admit it, but deep, deep down...a part of him is almost afraid.
Logically, he thinks to himself, it makes sense. Immortals fear nothing so much as death (well, somethings, but on the whole, death is the most horrifying). He's lived for so long now the years have blurred, and death is almost like an anathema to him. He sees no foe, yet, but he knows they will come.
And he knows he will fight. Of that, Varden has no doubt. He will fight, for king and country and honor, and Odin willing they will have victory....
..still, a tiny, reverberating piece of him, fears. Fears defeat, and with it...death.
Trying to shake himself out of his thoughts, Varden begins to summon some of the magicks he learned (and has since taught many times) to his location. Anything for his brothers and sisters. Anything for his king.
Anything to keep the treacherous thoughts at bay.
Charging (1)...
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Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Santiel is a mid-height man, with pale skin (mostly as a result of wearing his armor most of his life), and short-cut black hair. He has never been able to grow more facial hair than a light fuzz (despite his frustration with this) and is of a more lankly build (despite his unimpressive height).
Clothes and Equipment: Santiel wears custom-engraved silver armor (of greater bulk than most others of his order), as all Knight Wardens do. His specifically incorporates more cloth into it, as well as a white, flowing cape of translucent material to it. His armor is specifically engraved with gold bits as well, making him a bit more unconventional than most other Knights.
His armor is capable of generating a magical field to repel foes, though this takes a toll on his strength.
Lux also carries a hidden healing crystal, though he rarely uses it.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 20:00:14 GMT -8
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Post by Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux on Jun 9, 2018 11:25:22 GMT -8
Santiel walks alongside Varden, his own powers charging his weapon with ethereal power. He turns his helmeted head toward Varden, smirking beneath his helmet and waving an armored hand casually.
"Hail, Grand Warden. What are you doing this fine day? Having a good march through this vile dust-sand with your fellows? Off to slay the apostates who impugn our honor?"
He smiles, pointing upward with his sword as it charges. "This day we shall finally taste combat again, my friend! Are you not excited?"
Charging (1)...
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Varden, The Grand Warden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall, burly man with tanned skin. It's difficult to tell what race he is, given the pallor he has (from wearing armor so much of the time). His head is bald, though he does have a slight frizzy beard around his chin.
Clothes and Equipment: Varden wears a thick, ornate set of silver plate armor (passed down from his father), with gauntlets engraved with various runes and ancient writing. He also bears a fur-trimmed red-white cape, and skirt of similar coloration.
His armor is heavily enchanted, to be far more durable and strong than a typical Viking's armor, in fact it is as durable as a Mineraali's body.
His face is covered in a featureless silver helmet, with horns on its back indicating his status as a Knight Warden. It's surface is semi-reflective, allowing his opponents to witness their own faces as they are defeated.
He wields a single enchanted axe, which channels magic and can also generate pulses of energy that disrupt and decay metallic objects.
Varden carries a hidden crystal of resurrecting power.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 19:42:11 GMT -8
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Post by Varden, The Grand Warden on Jun 9, 2018 11:30:03 GMT -8
Santiel walks alongside Varden, his own powers charging his weapon with ethereal power. He turns his helmeted head toward Varden, smirking beneath his helmet and waving an armored hand casually. "Hail, Grand Warden. What are you doing this fine day? Having a good march through this vile dust-sand with your fellows? Off to slay the apostates who impugn our honor?" He smiles, pointing upward with his sword as it charges. "This day we shall finally taste combat again, my friend! Are you not excited?" Charging (1)... Varden faces the horizon, ignoring Santiel and waving a hand dismissively. "The prospect of facing and dealing out justice toward our unworthy foes is always exciting," the Knight Warden says hollowly. He looks skyward toward the Highmother and then slowly down toward the ranks of his colleagues. How many of us will return this day, he thinks offhandedly. How many of us will join our foes, on these dead sands?Varden slowly turns to half-face Santiel. "...I take it from your disposition, you are more...enthused than I in this endeavour?" Charging (2)...
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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 9, 2018 12:14:08 GMT -8
As the black blanket of night fell over the land, one would have to be a being superior to all to notice the band of twenty desert dwellers, carefully following the group.
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jun 9, 2018 12:36:06 GMT -8
Thrand marches at the forefront of the army, leading the way through the barren lands that make up Aridia. The mace and sword hanging from his belt and the shield strapped along his back making up the gear he has taken with him into combat. He surveyed the land ahead, shadows casting themselves across the land as the sun set. Little stood in his way, but the city of the desert dwellers has yet to appear on the horizon. The desert was indeed a vast and empty expanse, just about as welcoming as the ones who inhabited it.
Speaking of which, the thought of the desert dwellers and how they had treated the emissaries from Ískaldur caused the blood within him to boil with anger. To think that first they would attack the representative without reason and then toy with and ignore the second, these people had no honor and were lower than maggots. The sheer audacity of these people was unbearable, and he did not intend to let them escape unpunished for it. He'd lay waste to whatever army they send at him, as nothing the desert people could throw at them could match the might of Ískaldur.
The army continues to march, and torches are lit as the sun sets to allow those who lack the ability of night vision to still see.
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Jun 9, 2018 12:37:43 GMT -8
As the black blanket of night fell over the land, one would have to be a being superior to all to notice the band of twenty desert dwellers, carefully following the group. And sadly for the desert dwellers... ...Kirith is one such being. Her eyes still shine a dull white, too faint to be seen at any distance (Charging (3)...), as she descends to the ground, hovering only slightly above King Thrand. "King Thrand," she says in a calm voice no Aridian could possibly hear above the sound of the marching Iskaldurians. "We are being followed. Twenty behind us. They are hiding in the dark." Her grip tightens on her spear. "We should greet them."
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Aylith
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 9, 2018 12:41:07 GMT -8
Aylith follows along next to TsaTsa, deformed body twitching as if disturbed by the darkness all around. It lets out a disconcerted hissing noise, head turning all the way around and then back as if surveying the landscape.
"At the least, people who live here are more creative than I thought. Nothing here but a void of sand and death."
Aylith looks above at the sky. "Wonder where they are."
Aylith's hand still glows blue, too faint to be seen except by a few other vikings in rank.
Charging (3)....
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jun 9, 2018 12:47:45 GMT -8
Thrand looks up as Kirith joins his side. "I see. We will greet them with a style befitting that of Ískaldur." He responds, giving the signal for the army to halt.
The army comes to a halt and the valkyries, with Einhver Annar among them, approach the front, where Thrand and Kirith await. Magic courses through them (1) as they approach, and any other who wish to know of the situation is free to approach the front. Thrand quickly explains the situation in hushed tones. "It appears as if Kirith has spotted a group of twenty desert dwellers that have decided to follow us along. How about we greet those who wish to follow us, and let them meet the army of Ískaldur?" He smiles wickedly, a smile that's fueled by a hunger for war and righteous bloodshed.
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Jun 9, 2018 12:55:57 GMT -8
Thrand looks up as Kirith joins his side. "I see. We will greet them with a style befitting that of Ískaldur." He responds, giving the signal for the army to halt.
The army comes to a halt and the valkyries, with Einhver Annar among them, approach the front, where Thrand and Kirith await. Magic courses through them (1) as they approach, and any other who wish to know of the situation is free to approach the front. Thrand quickly explains the situation in hushed tones. "It appears as if Kirith has spotted a group of twenty desert dwellers that have decided to follow us along. How about we greet those who wish to follow us, and let them meet the army of Ískaldur?" He smiles wickedly, a smile that's fueled by a hunger for war and righteous bloodshed. Kirith's eyes glint, and her body shakes very, very slightly as she grips her spear. Anticipation wars with battle-lust, and the two meet to make an increasingly imbalanced warrior. She nods fervently. "Yes. Let's do that. It sounds like a positively.... lovely idea."She similarly looks around the ranks for any others of importance who would assist them in this. Her spear hums slightly (Charging (4)...)
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jun 9, 2018 12:59:03 GMT -8
Aylith follows along next to TsaTsa, deformed body twitching as if disturbed by the darkness all around. It lets out a disconcerted hissing noise, head turning all the way around and then back as if surveying the landscape. "At the least, people who live here are more creative than I thought. Nothing here but a void of sand and death." Aylith looks above at the sky. "Wonder where they are." Aylith's hand still glows blue, too faint to be seen except by a few other vikings in rank. Charging (3).... Tsatsa walks along with her fangtian ji in hand and standing higher than most of the other vikings in height. "It's a lot cooler at night. That's nice." She looks around as Aylith asks where the Aridians might be, and by chance of her having night vision spots the tailing band. "Hey, look over there." She gestures in their direction subtly, although it is unlikely they would have noticed her point anyways.
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Cul Ésa
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: As the Leader of the Vikings, Cul Esa is fierce and intimidating. He is tall and broad-shouldered, with blood red hair that is untamed. His body is painted in tattoos, which enhance his body.
Clothes and Equipment: His legendary, ensorcelled blade, Daybreaker, can be either a sword or a warhammer depending on his needs. Often he'll use it in conjunction with a shield of some sort. His tattoos help focus his power.
Registered: Jun 2, 2018 18:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Cul Ésa on Jun 9, 2018 13:01:21 GMT -8
Thrand looks up as Kirith joins his side. "I see. We will greet them with a style befitting that of Ískaldur." He responds, giving the signal for the army to halt.
The army comes to a halt and the valkyries, with Einhver Annar among them, approach the front, where Thrand and Kirith await. Magic courses through them (1) as they approach, and any other who wish to know of the situation is free to approach the front. Thrand quickly explains the situation in hushed tones. "It appears as if Kirith has spotted a group of twenty desert dwellers that have decided to follow us along. How about we greet those who wish to follow us, and let them meet the army of Ískaldur?" He smiles wickedly, a smile that's fueled by a hunger for war and righteous bloodshed. Cul Esa steps forward. "It would be an honor, and a joy." He says, his sword glinting. "Let's show these impudent fools the error of challenging Iskaldur." He says, standing tall and firm.
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Varden, The Grand Warden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall, burly man with tanned skin. It's difficult to tell what race he is, given the pallor he has (from wearing armor so much of the time). His head is bald, though he does have a slight frizzy beard around his chin.
Clothes and Equipment: Varden wears a thick, ornate set of silver plate armor (passed down from his father), with gauntlets engraved with various runes and ancient writing. He also bears a fur-trimmed red-white cape, and skirt of similar coloration.
His armor is heavily enchanted, to be far more durable and strong than a typical Viking's armor, in fact it is as durable as a Mineraali's body.
His face is covered in a featureless silver helmet, with horns on its back indicating his status as a Knight Warden. It's surface is semi-reflective, allowing his opponents to witness their own faces as they are defeated.
He wields a single enchanted axe, which channels magic and can also generate pulses of energy that disrupt and decay metallic objects.
Varden carries a hidden crystal of resurrecting power.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 19:42:11 GMT -8
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Post by Varden, The Grand Warden on Jun 9, 2018 13:03:18 GMT -8
Varden turns, having heard the conversing, and makes his way to the group of Cul, Thrand, and Kirith. "King Thrand, if there are foes nearby-"
He breathes in (technically being undead, its not "breathing", but whatever), and hefts his axe up. "If you require warriors to fight, then I can go. I will join in crushing these interlopers who stalk us cravenly."
If one was to look at his axe, one would notice it is still humming slightly with magic power (Charging (3)....).
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Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Santiel is a mid-height man, with pale skin (mostly as a result of wearing his armor most of his life), and short-cut black hair. He has never been able to grow more facial hair than a light fuzz (despite his frustration with this) and is of a more lankly build (despite his unimpressive height).
Clothes and Equipment: Santiel wears custom-engraved silver armor (of greater bulk than most others of his order), as all Knight Wardens do. His specifically incorporates more cloth into it, as well as a white, flowing cape of translucent material to it. His armor is specifically engraved with gold bits as well, making him a bit more unconventional than most other Knights.
His armor is capable of generating a magical field to repel foes, though this takes a toll on his strength.
Lux also carries a hidden healing crystal, though he rarely uses it.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 20:00:14 GMT -8
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Post by Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux on Jun 9, 2018 13:05:13 GMT -8
Varden turns, having heard the conversing, and makes his way to the group of Cul, Thrand, and Kirith. "King Thrand, if there are foes nearby-" He breathes in (technically being undead, its not "breathing", but whatever), and hefts his axe up. "If you require warriors to fight, then I can go. I will join in crushing these interlopers who stalk us cravenly." Santiel Lux follows Varden, holding his sword high (though it is still charging, it does not glow). "Did someone mention stalking interlopers? Because I have a deep and abiding passion to purge the guilty and cowardly, while singing the songs of our native land." He beams under his helmet. "If there are foes nearby, merely point in their direction my lords." Charging (2)...
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Varden, The Grand Warden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall, burly man with tanned skin. It's difficult to tell what race he is, given the pallor he has (from wearing armor so much of the time). His head is bald, though he does have a slight frizzy beard around his chin.
Clothes and Equipment: Varden wears a thick, ornate set of silver plate armor (passed down from his father), with gauntlets engraved with various runes and ancient writing. He also bears a fur-trimmed red-white cape, and skirt of similar coloration.
His armor is heavily enchanted, to be far more durable and strong than a typical Viking's armor, in fact it is as durable as a Mineraali's body.
His face is covered in a featureless silver helmet, with horns on its back indicating his status as a Knight Warden. It's surface is semi-reflective, allowing his opponents to witness their own faces as they are defeated.
He wields a single enchanted axe, which channels magic and can also generate pulses of energy that disrupt and decay metallic objects.
Varden carries a hidden crystal of resurrecting power.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 19:42:11 GMT -8
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Post by Varden, The Grand Warden on Jun 9, 2018 13:07:00 GMT -8
Varden turns, having heard the conversing, and makes his way to the group of Cul, Thrand, and Kirith. "King Thrand, if there are foes nearby-" He breathes in (technically being undead, its not "breathing", but whatever), and hefts his axe up. "If you require warriors to fight, then I can go. I will join in crushing these interlopers who stalk us cravenly." Santiel Lux follows Varden, holding his sword high (though it is still charging, it does not glow). "Did someone mention stalking interlopers? Because I have a deep and abiding passion to purge the guilty and cowardly, while singing the songs of our native land." He beams under his helmet. "If there are foes nearby, merely point in their direction my lords." Charging (4)... Varden shakes his head, but says nothing toward Santiel. He merely looks expectantly at King Thrand, head inclined slightly. His axe still hums (Charging (4)....)
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Aylith
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 9, 2018 13:08:10 GMT -8
Aylith follows along next to TsaTsa, deformed body twitching as if disturbed by the darkness all around. It lets out a disconcerted hissing noise, head turning all the way around and then back as if surveying the landscape. "At the least, people who live here are more creative than I thought. Nothing here but a void of sand and death." Aylith looks above at the sky. "Wonder where they are." Aylith's hand still glows blue, too faint to be seen except by a few other vikings in rank. Charging (3).... Tsatsa walks along with her fangtian ji in hand and standing higher than most of the other vikings in height. "It's a lot cooler at night. That's nice." She looks around as Aylith asks where the Aridians might be, and by chance of her having night vision spots the tailing band. "Hey, look over there." She gestures in their direction subtly, although it is unlikely they would have noticed her point anyways. Aylith turns, body shifting slightly. "Can we go say hello then? I want to say hello." Its jaws twist open, long slavering teeth visible to those nearby. "I have yet to actually kill anyone since my glorious return. I think that should change, don't you, Tsatsa?" Aylith's eyes warp slightly, adjusting to the night darkness and sweeping over the landscape. They latch onto the group, and Aylith twitches, beginning to move through the ranks toward Kirith and Thrand (having heard them a moment ago using its superior hearing). Aylith's power still grows (Charging (3)....)
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