Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 11, 2018 19:09:00 GMT -8
Amaya set her jaw as she defended against the onslaught of blows from Kirith. She gave no ground as she matched her strength, pushing back with equal force. She would admit, this creature was an even match for her, which she respected. What she didn't though was sneak attacks. The air on the back of her neck stood up on end as she sensed two threats approaching from her rear. She deflected another strike from Kirith, using her winds to push her back to give herself a second to turn and face the second and third attackers. Spiderwebbing through her veins, electricity sparked as her eyes glowed a piercing golden and from the clouds above there was a flash before lightning struck out, spiderwebbing towards the two as she quickly moved backwards, winds of terrifying speeds surrounding her and adding to her defense, sword still at the ready.
She may have bitten off more than she could chew.
"This is hardly a fair fight, reaper. I thought you were supposed to be virtuous." She said as she charged another lightning strike.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 11, 2018 20:02:46 GMT -8
The first of the Vorutans did not have time to stop their horses, only hearing the crackling in the air in front of them as they rode onwards. The leaders of the first rank were the first to find the wall of electricity, as it arced towards their steel armor and pieces of their saddle, flinging them from their saddles as the burning sensation went through their bodies, flying through their nerves. Those further behind reined in their horses, barely stopping before they touched the wall.
Attempting to turn about in the canyon proved difficult, leaving them vulnerable to Valruun. Several horses were hamstrung, dropping to the sand with pitiful cries. Sensing that there was no room to maneuver in the high rocks, or to begin to counter attack, the leaders of the ranks shouted above the din, "Atgal į eilutę!" before turning and leaving the canyon as quickly as they entered.
Seeing the disaster unfolding in the canyon from his position on the exit, Lord Gediminas swore, "Kvailys, tai nebuvo planas! We were hired to fight men, not gods!" Standing in his saddle, he ordered to his lieutenants, "Mes turime pertvarkyti liniją ir skubėti į miestą!"
As the lieutentants rode to their commands, the retainer cavalry continued to stream out of the canyon, reforming ranks behind the shield wall of the retainer infantry. Once the lines were reformed, the Vorutans began their withdrawal back to the town, keeping close order in case they were being followed.
[Exit Scene]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 20:25:32 GMT -8
As the Iskaldurian forces reformed into what they thought was an perfect defensive position, they would be surprised by the image of a single man holding two klopesh, running at full tilt at defensive position of Iskaldur. As he neared one could see the sand he kicked up in his wake, and how he easily avoided the falling shrapnel and rocks. He did not seem worried by the fact that he was running to an impossible battle, in fact he wore a rather casual expression; a smile.
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
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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 11, 2018 21:00:07 GMT -8
Thrand looked out at the desert as the man approached, alone and wielding nothing but two swords. He smirked at this man’s reckless bravery, completely oblivious to the fact he was the Sheikh of Aridia. If Einhver was present then maybe she could have told him of this short man’s identity, but she was away fighting Amaya along with Kirith and the strange ally. Nonetheless Thrand was moved by the sight. Sure the Aridians had pulled all sorts of traps and devious tricks in an attempt to stop the marching might of Ískaldur and to give a single soldier the respect of a single duel with himself, the King Chief of Ískaldur, was outrageous, but the warrior‘s heart within Thrand was moved. To go and engage an army alone was an act of a brave warrior that he could not find it within him to disrespect with a shameful death.
As the remaining pikemen raised their weapons against the approaching man they paused, parting to open up a walkway. Out of it marched a burly man who stood 6’ 4”, towering above the vikings around him. His fiery orange beard contrasted with the blue series of tattoos that adorned his exposed upper body, rippling with muscle. In his hand he carried a mace that would have been a bit too large for a normal man to carry, yet in his hands it seemed to fit perfectly. Upon his back he wore a shield, and on his belt a sword.
He marched a couple meters in front of the pikemens’ line, stopping to address the desert warrior in a booming voice. “I am Thrand Rangvaldrson, King Chief of Ískaldur and commander of this army. I admire your spirit and have decided that I will be your opponent. Do not fear interference from my forces, as I have commanded them to stay their hand while we duel. Now tell me! What is your name?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 21:04:27 GMT -8
The Sheikh smiled and answered; "My name has no matter here, only my title. I am the leader of the Tribe that you attacked. I accept your challenge on behalf of the Tribe of Aridia." As he slowed to a walk he sheathed both swords, crossed his arms casually, and looked evenly at Thrand.
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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 11, 2018 21:11:29 GMT -8
Thrand raised his eyebrows as the Shiekh announced his title. It was a surprise, but one he welcomed. With the leader of both sides present and about to engage in combat, it was possible that the conflict could end here and now, and he very much doubted that the Shiekh could win. Still, it was a shame that he would not announce his name. Perhaps some strange custom of the desert people?
”Very well then. I will give you the first move, for I was the one who proposed the duel.” He hefted his mace up over his shoulder, and smiled. “However I would suggest that you do not hold back, for I don’t intend to. It would not surprise me if only one of us were to walk away from the battlefield.” He resisted the urge to add a final quip to the end of the sentence, adjusting his stance so to be ready for whatever move the Sheikh attempted to use.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 21:13:53 GMT -8
The Sheikh only smiled and looked upon Thrand with what one could have thought to be disbelief. "You think me to be stupid, call healers healers as we duel so that you may not gain the unfair advantage." He replied evenly.
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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 11, 2018 21:19:25 GMT -8
Thrand gave a hearty laugh as the Sheikh replied, amazed at his lack of trust. “While it is true that I can call upon the healers to revive me should I fall, I would not dare do that while we fight. I do not need to stoop to such dishonorable means to win.” He replied, his tone full of confidence in his abilities. If one were at all familar with the King Chief of Ískaldur, they would that this isn’t simple arrogance and that Thrand fully believed that he could win, as did the all the troops around him. After all, just a simple comparison would tilt the odds in the favor of the much larger and muscular Thrand.
He then extended a hand, tauntingly beckoning with it. “So are we going to stand here all day, or shall we fight?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 21:24:31 GMT -8
"I will sit here all day, until you stop the healers, then we can fight." Announced the Sheikh clearly.
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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 11, 2018 21:55:53 GMT -8
Again Thrand laughed. The Sheikh’s audacity knew no bounds it seemed, making impossible demands with the odds so stacked against him. But Thrand didn’t intend to let the chance escape him and so racked his brain for a compromise.
“I will not stop the Healers from doing their job. After all as the one who leads these men I can not simply stand by and let them die when I know I can save them. Surely you must understand, as a leader yourself. To allow your people to die when you can save them is unacceptable.”
He paused for a moment, allowing the Sheikh to take in what he had said, before continuing again with his compromise. “However I will grant you this; should you win I will send all the men who died in this past battle back to our homeland. If you don’t wish for us to recover our numbers then all you must do is defeat me!” He declares, standing straight and beckoning once again, a confident grin on his face. He highly doubted that the sheikh could harm him, much less defeat him. Such was the gap Thrand imagined was between himself and the desert dwellers.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 8:17:14 GMT -8
The, Sheikh was obviously not pleased by this but answered nonetheless less after a lengthy pause; "Fair enough", he stated, "but will your army return to their homeland if you are beaten?" he mentioned before slowly walking in a circle around Thrand, with his arms still crossed over his chest.
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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 12, 2018 8:55:06 GMT -8
Thrand exasperatedly sighs. "If," he starts, placing a heavy emphasis upon that word. "You defeat me, I will consider it." He tells the Sheikh, turning is head to watch him move. "However I doubt you'd be able to, but I look forward to seeing what you, as the leader of your tribe, can do."
He takes a step, turning to face the Sheikh again face on. "Now I do believe that we've talked for long enough, and with nothing else to say I will wait for your move." Thrand states before lowering himself into a stance and carrying the mace in both hands, one on the handle and the other near the head.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 9:06:45 GMT -8
The Sheikh nodded and began to circle the obviously heavier built man. If one were to pay attention they would see that as he walked he was always on his toes expecting an attack. The first sight of attack would be the slight movement of his feet so that Thrand would see the attack coming. it, was started with a swift kick into the sand sending sand flying into Thrands face and eyes. And, a lightning fast strike to the legs, at a speed bordering human possibility. This was obviously only a test, as Thrand would have seen the slight shift in stance.
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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 12, 2018 9:33:51 GMT -8
Thrand sees the kick coming and frowns as he realizes what his opponent is trying to do. He had hoped that perhaps his opponent would have a sense of honor similar to the honor of Ískaldur, but it appeared that he had overestimated the stout desert man. That was truly a shame, but he didn't intend to let such little tricks get the best of him.
Instead of doing what most people would do in this scenario, jumping back to avoid the sand, Thrand did the opposite. He rushed forward to close the distance, not giving the sand enough space and time to reach his face. As a result the sand only flew high enough to barely reach above mid-torso, and Thrand simply took a step forward to avoid the worst of the kick, the fur he's wearing slightly dulling the impact of their two shins. He then used the close quarters as an opportunity to send a heavy underhanded swing of the mace towards the Sheikh, a crippling blow that would crush bone if it were to land.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 9:49:54 GMT -8
The Sheikh who still hadn't pulled out his two weapons easily dodged the heavy swing, having seen it from a mile away. He returned by jumping around Thrand and sending a swift kick to the back of his knees. If it succeed Thrand would be caught of balance and fall to the sandy floor.
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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 12, 2018 10:01:13 GMT -8
Thrand let the blow hit and stumbled forward a couple steps as a result. However he still stood firm and turned to follow the Sheikh as he moved. The sheikh was an agile fellow, and although Thrand could have matched his pace with ease he didn't want to end the duel prematurely. He wanted to see what else the Sheikh would do and how he fared against the strongest of Ískaldur's warriors. Although he expected to be severely disappointed, he held hope that perhaps the Sheikh would surprise him.
So as he missed with the first swing of the mace he continued to follow through, pivoting the mace around in a circle and bringing it to bear once again against the Sheikh in a horizontal strike. If that attack would fail he would bring the mace around again, not loosing any momentum as he spun the mace around in circles. In fact it seemed as if the mace was growing in speed every time Thrand brought it 'round to attack, and he unrelentingly pursued the agile Sheikh.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 10:05:57 GMT -8
No emotion lit up the face of the Sheikh as Thrand only stumbled from his attack, only an impassive expression showing no emotion. As Thrand whipped around his mace, the Sheikh easily dodged it, and took out one of his blades. He swing it up connecting with the mace handle with the hook of the blade. If all went as planned the momentum of the mace would cause the handle to snap, making it almost impossible to hold.
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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 12, 2018 10:31:37 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the Sheikh, he had greatly underestimated the durability of Thrand's mace. Made in the famous forges of Eldavél by the esteemed blacksmiths who reside there, the purely steel mace was one of fine craftsmanship and matched the strength of the one who wielded it. Such an attempt to snap it would be in vain, and if anything it would simply take the hooked Khopesh with it as it continued on its swing.
And while the Sheikh had managed to avoid the mace swing, that was hardly all of Thrand's choices for attacks. His free hand shot out to grasp the Sheikh's extended arm, and if successful Thrand would keep him in place and bring the mace around to smash the trapped Sheikh. If not, well, the mace would still be coming around for another more powerful swing anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 10:35:55 GMT -8
But Thrand,had had forgotten that humans have two arms not one. And so as Thrand held the Sheikh's one arm the other struck out at Thrands chin, after it connect another to the abdomen, where if it succeed would knock the wind out of Thrand. If none of this succeed then the Sheikh would jump over his own arm therefore putting strain on Thrands arm until it either broke or he let go.
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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 12, 2018 10:48:08 GMT -8
Thrand tilted his head to the side, causing the strike to the chin to be merely a glancing blow and do far less than anticipated. While the Sheikh might have wanted to follow it up with a blow to the stomach, he'd be hard pressed to find the time to do that for the mace was once again coming around, on a direct course for the Sheikh's shoulder. Thrand's grip stayed upon the Sheikh's opposite upper arm with the strength of iron, and he would be hard pressed to dodge the incoming mace all things considered.
Should the mace hit the shoulder a resounding crack would fill the air as bone was shattered. The arm that belonged to the targeted shoulder would more than likely hang limp at the Sheikh's side, rendered useless by the blow. Should this all occur Thrand would then raise a leg and kick the Sheikh away, putting a space of about 2-3 meters between the two combatants.
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