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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 10:57:44 GMT -8
The Sheikh knew the mace was coming and tilted his shoulder, to the side a fraction. But not fast enough as the mace glanced his shoulder, only slightly damaging his arm, but it was still out of use. As the kick came, the Sheikh dodged it swiftly, not seeming to notice that his arm was dangling from his shoulder. The Sheikh did not grimace in pain, he only smiled, and said; "Good move." Before sending a series of strikes here and fro on Thrands body, then he threw him self over Thrands arm, putting strain on the warrior well toned arm. If Thrand were to keep holding on, his arm would shatter, if Thrand let go were to let go the Sheikh would dart behind Thrand and slice his remaining sword across Thrand's achilles tendon, damaging his movement.
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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 11:34:23 GMT -8
Thrand let go as the Sheikh jumped, not wanting to completely overpower his foe all at once. He felt he had still yet to see the full extent of his opponents skill and although he reluctantly admitted to himself that it probably did not come close to his own, he still wished to experience it. He eyed the crushed shoulder but knew that if the Sheikh was any sort of warrior that deserved his respect, it would not impede him in the slightest.
So he was by no means surprised when the Sheikh darted behind him and moved to slice his achilles, the soft muffled sound of footsteps upon cool sand indicating his presence. Thrand sidestepped away from the Sheikh, the blade ripping open the furs and allowing the cool desert night air in. It may have felt as if it made contact but a quick inspection would reveal that he must have been mistaken, for there was no wound upon Thrand's ankle. Thrand then turned to face the Sheikh again with a short distance separating the two. He began to slowly circle the Sheikh, moving towards the side with the crushed shoulder. "You are resilient, I will give you that, but I would expect nothing less."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 13:28:00 GMT -8
The Sheikh saw that he had not harmed, the monstrosity of a human, and sighed. "Its been proven, your furs are a worthy enemy along with yourself." He chuckled as he finished his sentence. He would then proceed to mimic Thrand in his circling.
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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 12, 2018 14:17:23 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. Kirith turned toward Einhevar, barely glancing at Aylith before turning back toward Amaya. The Valkyrie watches her retreat, not moving for a second though her spear still glows (Charging (2)...). She slowly floats through the air toward Amaya, picking up speed as she once again chases Amaya through the sky. Slowly Kirith builds up speed, unstoppably tearing through the sky toward her (until the bronze angel is more a blur than an actual image). She flies once again toward Amaya, the sound of the wind screaming past clearly audible by all in a near vicinity. White light trails from the Valkyrie's eyes as she flies forth, raising the spear yet again to stab at Amaya. Kirith speaks, the words almost lost in the sound of the air around them. "You insult my charges you insult me. You bomb my soldiers from above, and side with these honorless desert creatures. Your vile friends cannot even be bothered to fight us, only hide behind dung and poorly-made traps." Kirith's bone-breaking "laugh" emanates from the Valkyries' "face" yet again, as she pulls back the spear and raises it. "If you want a fight of honor, perhaps you should not have sided with the Aridians." Kirith's spear glows brighter still, and the Valkyrie moves in again, even more force put behind the blows than before. The spear is a blur, swinging from what seems to be multiple angles (in actuality a series of blows following each other at incredible speed), aiming in particular for Amaya's head. Kirith's body moves incrementally as the great winds strike her, but in her mad dedication and drive to kill seems at least temporarily able to resist any such forces that surround the demoness.
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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 12, 2018 14:29:49 GMT -8
Aylith looks on sadly as the two shiny people fly away, barely noticing the lightning as it falls. It hits, and Aylith screeches violently, wings erupting into bursts of disconnected tendrils as it falls toward the ground, body a mass of twisting and writhing grey material, the remnants of its morphed wings thrashing in a futile attempt to regain altitude. However, the wings efforts do have an effect, and a moment later Aylith lands in the sand below, a large plume of it propelled skyward by the creature's fall.
Aylith recovers swiftly, body shifting and rising upward again. Aylith's orbular head looks up at the pretty flying creatures, eyes behind the orb-shell dilating violently. Its body still tingles a bit, Aylith remembering vaguely that it hasn't actually been in combat for....a long time. The Speaker of course had resisted, but not strongly, and their magic had been weakened by time. The funny flying creature had lightning, and Aylith had not anticipated an immediate attack. Slow still...out of...practice. Focus. Need more foooocuus.
The grey creature hisses violently, wings malforming into a pair of large, slender arms with clawed fingers made of a similar translucent material to its spherical head-shell. The arms morph moments later, and lower in front of Aylith's head, hands cupped together. A bright blue light (easily visible from above) forms in the two hands, growing bigger as it shines brighter (Charging (1)...). If Aylith had had a mouth behind its shell-face, it would have certainly smiled, eyes staring in a transfixed manner into the blue light.
Demon likes flying away, does it? Then I'll drag it down here with me.
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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 14:38:18 GMT -8
Thrand eyed the Sheikh as he mimicked his movement, keeping them roughly opposite of each other. Despite his injuries he seemed to be faring quite well, which was good to see. It'd be unfortunate if he were to suddenly collapse due to the wound he sustained, but if that were to happen Thrand wouldn't be able to complain. It was the inevitable fate of the duel he imagined, and whether it happened now or later did not matter to him.
About the time when they were circling each other for the third time, something in Thrand's posture changed. Perhaps it was the way he placed his foot just a little farther back and digging into the sand, or maybe it was how his free hand seemed to tense slightly in its open position. Nonetheless the signs were there, although it'd take a keen eye to spot the minute signs of the upcoming attack, and even quicker reactions to be able to be ready for it.
For in the next instance Thrand exploded forward, churning up sand and moving at speeds that surpassed what one would expect from normal man of his size. Upon nearing the Sheikh he brought his mace down in a large overhead diagonal arc, attempting to once again hit the wounded shoulder with the crushing force of the mace. However he knew that the Sheikh wouldn't find it too difficult to dodge and had planned accordingly, for the next moment he drew the sword at his belt and sent an underhanded swing up from the opposite direction the mace was coming from. While the Sheikh could possibly dodge one of the blows with ease, avoiding both would be quite difficult.
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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 12, 2018 14:39:51 GMT -8
Santiel slowly rises to his feet (as he'd been kneeling before), sword still glowing with power (Charging (5)...). He looks over the landscape, and begins slowly lumbering over toward some of the fallen Iskaldurians. He lifts a hand off his sword handle, and begins picking up and dragging some of his fallen brethren over toward the rest of the ranks, and the medics. His King Chief is in battle true, but he is more than strong enough to deal with a single enemy foe. And it is his King's battle. It is not (yet at least) his place to interfere. At least this, can help his fellow soldiers.
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Roleplay posts: 0
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 14:57:26 GMT -8
The Sheikh had expected this move and since he was considerably smaller than the huge muscular man in front of him, he easily ducked to the right, avoiding both blades. As he stood up, he knew that Thrand would expect him to run, but instead he took out his last blade and pinned the sword and mace to the ground as the crossed. Of course he could not hold against Thrands strength, but this was only temporary. For he then slid under Thrands legs and punched him twice in the groin. Came out the other side and kicked him in the knees. If this all succeed it would leave Thrand in pain and on his knees.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 12, 2018 15:00:38 GMT -8
Einhver watched on as Kirith mercilessly attack Amaya and at a loss for what to do. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up with Kirith's speed and would more than likely simply get in the way. She silently cursed her weakness, standing back and watching the battle tensely.
After a moment she figured that at the very least she could act as a support and began following the battle from a couple meters away. Should Amaya attempt to flee in any direction Einhver would immediately be there, attacking with both her swords and corralling her back into Kirith's range. Magic courses through her weapons (2) as she does this, attempting to stay as much out of Kirith's way as possible.
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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 15:23:55 GMT -8
Thrand admired the Sheikh's skill in battle, being able to avoid both attacks, but this quickly soured into intense displeasure and pain as the Sheikh made his moved. He clumsily stumbled forward, barely remaining standing, and turned to face the Sheikh. He tossed the obviously useless mace away, as all evidence has shown that the Sheikh seemed to be able to dodge it with ease, and switched the hand holding the sword to his dominant right. He addressed the Sheikh again.
"I did not expect such a low blow, although I have been assuming that you would act like a warrior of Ískaldur. It was foolish of me to expect such and I will not make that mistake in the future."
He slowly advances with sword in hand, holding the hilt near to his body but keeping the blade facing the Sheikh. As Thrand draws nearer the sword can be seen in more detail. It possesses a long and wide blade with a negligible guard, the blade itself wide enough to provide the hand plenty of protection. Where the blade meets the hilt a blue crystal can be seen embedded within, glowing with the fierce and chilling magic that resembles the land it originates from. Once close enough Thrand thrusts with the sword aiming for the Sheikh's left shoulder, the one that has yet to be injured by any weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 17:30:54 GMT -8
Though it was a faster attack, it was still to slow to catch the Sheikh as he easily dodged the attack, he then ran an scoped up his other sword that had been thrown across the sand by Thrands attack. But he now held two swords in one hand. He quickly attached one handle to the other, and in result was holding a double-bladed klopesh. He then looked at Thrand and stated; "What did you expect I'm the honorees scoundrel of the desert." He then went into a complicated series of twists and jabs, that were almost to fast for the eye to see. He then spun away and revered his spin, so that the sharp blade of the weapon was headed for Thrands stomach. If Thrand were to move his sword to block it, the Sheikh would reverse it direction so the other attached blade was heading the same way but around Thrands blade. If his blade were to strike Thrand would be severely wounded, but still able to stand.
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Ozrith von Haren
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 17
Physical Description: Long white hair flows freely from Ozrith's head, unstained or tainted. His skin is milky white and seems as if he has no blood running through his own body, although his numerous scars beg to differ. He has white eyes with seemingly no pupil. His chiseled physique denotes great strength.
Clothes and Equipment: Ozrith wears flowing, somewhat baggy pants, which tuck into black and gold boots, which are reinforced with metal. He also wears a weird half-cloak, which flows freely from his waist, also of a shade of black. He also wears a half-vest, which carries numerous knives and blades, often tipped with poisons. He also carries two vambraces, encrusted with strength enhancing gems.
Ozrith uses an enchanted sabre in combat, or his plethora of knives. They often are poisoned, via the sheath, which are to cause more pain and blood flow. The sabre's enchantment aids in siphoning life force from a foe, trapping their soul. It is semi-sentient.
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 20:41:31 GMT -8
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Post by Ozrith von Haren on Jun 12, 2018 17:31:44 GMT -8
Ozrith stands next to Lilith, who in turn stands next to Cul Esa. Ozrith murmurs lowly into the Mistress of Runes' ear, eliciting a smirk from the raven haired woman. Ingrid, from the other side of Cul Esa, rolls her eyes, slamming her axe into the ground, as she leans against the shaft. To her side is Valisia, who is in conversation with a few of the other viking soldiers.
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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 18:27:30 GMT -8
As a warrior Thrand had to admire the skill of his opponent. His speed was impressive for a human and the way he moved with the double bladed Khopesh suggested that he was no stranger to fighting. However Thrand wasn't a stranger to combat either and found it to be little trouble to avoid the attacks, even if he didn't need to. Whether it was angling his blade so the Khopesh traveled up along the flat of the blade and safely away or it was a simple edge-to-edge block, Thrand played a defensive game and waited for an opportunity to strike to appear.
Thrand didn't have to wait long it would seem, for the Sheikh decided to attack abandon his mix of offensive defense for an all out thrust towards Thrand's seemingly unarmored stomach. Instead of doing what one might expect and attempting to block the attack by raising his sword in front of him, he did the opposite and abandoned all defense. He executed an overhead thrust aiming to pierce the top of the Sheikh's still fine left shoulder. Despite attacking slightly after his opponent the reach of his blade more than made up for it, assuring that the two blades would strike their target nearly simultaneously. This presented the Sheikh with two options. The first allowed him to abandon his attack and avoid Thrand's thrust, leaving both unhurt. The second was to take the thrust to the shoulder which could be quite devastating depending on the angle of which it lands, but in exchange he could successfully hit Thrand with his attack which would slice open the stomach of any normal man in a wound that would be very likely to be fatal.
He better decide quickly though, for the blade of the Ískaldurian was growing closer with every passing moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 18:39:46 GMT -8
Though as Thrands sword flew towards his shoulder, the Sheikh stopped his attack and pressed closer to Thrands chest and nimbly rolled over his shoulder. This efficiently avoided the blade as well as leaving the opportunity to slice at Thrands neck. As the Sheikh rolled he flicked out his blade towards Thrands neck. If this were not to succeed he would then proceed to giving, Thrand an even slice to the already open furs at his ankle trying the same move that he had done in the same spot.
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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 19:09:19 GMT -8
The Sheikh would undoubtedly find it difficult to jump over Thrand, as the difference between their heights was a considerable four to six inches. He did succeed in dodging the thrust though which happened to just barely miss, much to Thrand's dismay. However he would never get the chance to get away if Thrand had anything to say about it.
Before the Sheikh would get the chance to start moving to escape Thrand would quickly bring his free arm close, in an attempt to catch him in a crushing embrace before the elusive desert snake can escape again. If successful Thrand would keep the Sheikh pressed against himself for the moment. Next he would quickly stick the large sword in the sand nearby, freeing up his other hand and simultaneously keeping the upright sword nearby should he need it. He then would use the free hand to begin brutishly clubbing the Sheikh.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 2:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 19:35:32 GMT -8
Thrand had ended trapped the Sheikh in his bulk, but he had forgotten one key price. As his hand came to club the Sheikh his sword came up in mid air. and the other to his wrist. If, this attack succeed Thrand would be in pain for his hand or his wrist would be cut severely.
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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 12, 2018 19:48:03 GMT -8
Amaya grit her teeth fiercely under the onslaught of blows. Her sword darted in fluid motions, intercepting the spear at each strike, colliding with Kirith's with a spray of sparks. A formidable opponent she was indeed as she was too busy with guarding she didn't dare take the offensive. She could feel her strength flagging slightly as her human half began to fail her, as she pushed her body past it's limits to keep up with the Valkyrie. Things were beginning to look bleak and seeing as there didn't seem to be help on the way...It would appear that she would have to enlist aid.
"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She muttered as her eyes darted down to see the Sheikh in battle with the Chief. Probably be a good idea to warn him. In that moment of thought, throwing caution aside, Amaya struck out with a grunt to attempt to lunge at Kirith with a strike of her own, her sword coming in a deadly arch, but leaving her ribs wide open in the process.
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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 20:21:37 GMT -8
Thrand's eyes widen as his facial expression turns into one of surprise as the sword comes into contact with his wrist, but it quickly morphs into a wicked grin of someone who knows victory was close at hand. For instead of his hand impaling itself upon the blade like what would happen with a normal man, it simply bounced off, seemingly unaffected. It did hurt somewhat and it was likely to leave a bruise come the next day, but it wouldn't impede Thrand in the slightest.
Amidst his victorious smile Thrand once again attempted bring his fist down upon the Sheikh's head, his arm wrapped around the Sheikh's chest which kept him in place with the strength of iron. Immense pressure was placed upon the Sheikh's body, and while it was nothing life threatening it was likely to aggravate the already wounded shoulder. This was all accompanied by the rhythmic swings of Thrand's fist, either beating upon the Sheikh's head until he lost consciousness or being deflected by the Sheikh's blade. Should it be the latter Thrand would attempt to snatch the blade away from the Sheikh's grasp, grabbing near the elongated handle and pulling it away where the Sheikh's reach would fail.
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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 13, 2018 8:14:14 GMT -8
Amaya grit her teeth fiercely under the onslaught of blows. Her sword darted in fluid motions, intercepting the spear at each strike, colliding with Kirith's with a spray of sparks. A formidable opponent she was indeed as she was too busy with guarding she didn't dare take the offensive. She could feel her strength flagging slightly as her human half began to fail her, as she pushed her body past it's limits to keep up with the Valkyrie. Things were beginning to look bleak and seeing as there didn't seem to be help on the way...It would appear that she would have to enlist aid. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She muttered as her eyes darted down to see the Sheikh in battle with the Chief. Probably be a good idea to warn him. In that moment of thought, throwing caution aside, Amaya struck out with a grunt to attempt to lunge at Kirith with a strike of her own, her sword coming in a deadly arc, but leaving her ribs wide open in the process. Kirith's eyes glitter, as she draws back her spear to one side in a split-second effort to marshall her power and speed for a second, more dangerous attack. Her head raises slightly, as if she's remembering something. "Well, it appears we are alone, like you wante-" The Valkyrie's momentary preparation is met by the sword's arc, a terrible sound of metal scraping on metal as Amaya's sword strikes. Kirith's head jerks up slightly, the blade smashing halfway into it like a falling star, the sound of the impact melding with a high-pitched scream (a noise yet more horrible than the laughter, and far, far louder). Kirith's grip on her spear loosens-and then it turns, arm swinging at full force (with the spear's blade extended) straight toward Amaya's ribs. At such close range, and with a speed almost faster than the previous attacks (most likely because this swipe also is fueled by an instinctual force exerted by the Valkyrie, as well as the previous momentum) the spear is quite unlikely to miss.
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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 13, 2018 12:50:10 GMT -8
Amaya looked over at her as time again seemed to slow down as her spear came towards her. She made eye contact with her and instead of looking at her in fear or panic, she merely smiled as the spear slammed into her ribs. She could have imagined it though, as her face immediately warped into one of pain and she let out a cry as she was quite literally swatted out of the sky. She screwed her eyes shut as she slammed into the ground a bloody smear following her as she hit the ground near where the Thrand and the Sheikh did battle and Amaya cried out again.
The ground seemed to tremble as she hit the ground,at first it seemed like an after effect of her fall, but the trembling grew to an alarming degree, that of an earth quake. The place where her blood had spilled was the epicenter of the quake as the earth began to slowly split apart as Amaya slowly began to move to sit up.
"My father below me, send me protection against these wretched Reapers of Light." She prayed and the crack gradually grew larger in the ground as the earth quake continued. Amaya smirked as she spat out her blood on the ground looking up a Kirith still aloft as cry much like that of furious dragon exploded from the ground.
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