Taingaard
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Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jul 11, 2018 13:34:33 GMT -8
Welcome to Brynjefors Habor! You've arrived at the outskirts of Taingaard and may well soon get to venture this great land. But first theres a very tall guy with a large unkempt beard that would like to look you into the eyes from an intimidatingly short distance while he pats you places even your mother haven't touched and asks you tough-to-answer questions while smelling like a smoked boar out of his mouth. Or maybe you'll get a smile and pint of mead from a tall and handsome blond guy named 'Anders' along with pointers to the best sights. Depends on who's running the shift!
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jul 22, 2018 19:11:46 GMT -8
Roxanne stepped off the ship and onto the pier, glad to have a solid surface under her feet again. She didn't really mind sea journeys usually, but this one had seemed particularly long and arduous due to the number of reindeer in the hold. Roxanne had no problem with reindeer on dry land, but a number of them packed into such a confined place was rather unpleasant to the nose, and she'd spent as much of the journey as possible above deck. As she walked down the pier, she wrapped her fur-lined coat around herself, shivering slightly in the cold. She'd lived in weather like this as a child, but life further south had gotten her used to warmer temperatures. Still, the cold air was refreshing, and she looked forward to spending a little time up here. Perhaps she'd be able to find some light hunting work. After all, she was sure that there had to be some bears around here somewhere. Spotting the checkpoint, she walked over, wondering if this was the sort of town where the border guards were expected to be bribed. She'd brought a couple extra gold coins just in case, but hoped that it would be a more professional sort of place.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jul 22, 2018 22:43:22 GMT -8
Slightly hunched over, although still so tall he would need to bow down further to make it through the reasonably sized door and wide as grizzly bear he stood and looked at Roxanne with mean looking eyes. His large, brown beard shifted as he assessed the next traveler in line. Had she come along with the same boat as the reindeer merchant? They didn't need anymore reindeer in Taingaard, the place was abdundant with game and it had seemed like a bad excuse for entering the country - even though they were normally lenient.
"Who are you? State your name and business in Taingaard!" the half giant rumbled, the deep voice resonating in the walls of the gate house as he stepped closer to Roxanne while stroking his beard. It was a reasonably friendly question although one might be excused if you felt intimidated by the sheer force it was asked with.
The half giant looked at the Roxanne shivering in the cold and chuckled. "It's summer, lose that damn thing or you'll be the laugh of the town!" the friendly advice once again might be interpreted as slightly intimidating. "Furs aren't necessary unless you go to the mountains at this time of year, but I did hear stories about how you southerns need outside heat all the time. We better put some heat inside you." he said and grinned, flashing his old teeth.
"Here, drink!" he proposed, as he put a bottle down on a table near Roxanne. "You're not the first southern folk to nearly faint from the fresh breeze up here, so we have measures to counter that!" he laughed and pointed at the bottle. "But seriously, drink. It's a special brew of Brændevin and though you may not like the taste, it will help warm you better than the fur!" he said with a firm voice.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jul 24, 2018 21:11:23 GMT -8
Roxanne was a bit taken aback by the man's bulk, and it showed on her face. However, she soon got over her shock. People were big up here, she figured. Had to be, because of the cold. Speaking of the cold, she was soon reminded of how unused to this weather she was when the man teased her about her fur coat. She had half a mind to take the coat off just to prove that she could handle the cold, but decided against it. The comfort of the fur outweighed her stung pride, and she simply sighed.
"My name is Roxanne Fletcher, and I'm here to look for work. I'm a hunter, of both monsters and bounties. I'm looking for work up here. And I'm not a southerner, but it's been many years since I've been so far up north...I would appreciate a drink though, thank you."
She accepted the bottle with a grateful smile and took a gulp, which she very nearly spit right back out. Swallowing wasn't easy, and she coughed as the liquor burned down her throat. Roxanne had always thought that she could handle strong liquor, but this was something else altogether. However, despite the burn, a comforting warmth soon began to spread through her body just as the man had promised.
"Thank you...what do they put in that, do you know? I've never had anything quite so...potent."
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jul 24, 2018 22:59:26 GMT -8
They were reasonably large humans up here in Taingaard, but this man had been specially drafted because of his size, and soon Roxanne would find that even here in Taingaard this was an abnormal stature and most people would have a lot easier time getting through the doorway without crouching down.
"Well you can keep it on if you want. I think you'll see that when you get on the road and away from the sea breeze, things will be different." the bulky man said and listened to her explanation. "Work yes. Monsters and bounties hmm..." he mused and curled his beard. "There are still lots of places here in Taingaard that are inhabited by the ilk that had overrun this country a century ago, I don't think you'll have trouble finding someone who could need assistance." he said and grumbled, seemingly pondering something while looking at Roxanne.
The large man chuckled behind his beard. "Well thank you, I brew those myself from thorns and black berries. It's an old recipe my grandfather taught me, and though you might feel a bit tipsy for for a start, it will soon turn into a feeling of inner hardness!" he said proudly.
"But speaking of it Ms. Fletcher. I do have a small problem you might be able to assist med with." man said and paused before adding. "I went for a walk a couple of days ago with my new sniffer dog Gilbert, but he ran away into the woods and haven't come back yet. If you can get him back for me I'll work out something to help you on your journey." he proposed.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jul 26, 2018 20:32:39 GMT -8
Roxanne was a bit relieved at the cessation of the man's teasing, and pulled off the hood of her coat as the liquor warmed her body. She wasn't so sure about the feeling of inner hardness, but it was certainly pleasant. Much warmer, and she'd swear that she was back home in Uncle Renalt's candy shop. Was this what they all drank up here? No wonder they seemed invulnerable to the cold.
As the man suggested that she help look for his lost dog, Roxanne frowned. She'd hoped that she'd be able to find work more suited to her skill-set. Something more hands-on, perhaps. Still, the offer to find the dog presented an opportunity to go walk in the woods, which promised both relaxation and a chance to get acquainted with the lay of the land. Besides, perhaps the payment for finding Gilbert would include a bottle of that blackberry thorn liquor. Despite its strength, Roxanne decided that she quite liked it. Besides, she could probably use some inner hardness from time to time.
"I suppose I could help you find your dog, Mr...oh, I don't think I caught your name. Anyways, it shouldn't be too hard. Dogs aren't exactly the stealthiest creatures in the woods. What sort of dog is Gilbert? What does he look like? If he only ran off a couple days ago, I think I should be able to bring him back in short order."
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jul 27, 2018 12:00:32 GMT -8
He looked at her with a friendly grin. "They call me 'Brunn', which is giant's name. But it's only half fitting because my mother was a giant and my father wasn't." he said and chuckled.
"Ohh I would be most pleased if you brought the mutt back home. He has a red collar, and is a quite small dog with puffy white fur - but a long nose that's useful in my line of work." he said and nodded to himself. "The ears are hanging down lose and it's rather slim." he said and gestured with his hands to show Roxanne what he meant.
"The forest is large, but with a little luck he might be sniffing around the outskirts. You'll find the forest not far from the main gate heading straight north." Brunn explained and crossed his arms waiting to hear of Roxanne had caught on. "Oh, take the brændevin with you! For some reason the creature loves the taste of it, so it might lure him to you." he said and put a cork in the bottle and handed it to Roxanne. "Just don't shove too much of it in your mouth yourself before you're better used to it. It has a stiff taste!" he warned Roxanne.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Aug 1, 2018 18:59:19 GMT -8
A little dog with a long nose and puffy white fur? Little Gilbert sounded pretty cute, and Roxanne was confident that she'd be able to pick out his red collar fairly easily in the snowy forest. How small was "small" though? Looking up at Brunn, she wondered if it really was a particularly tiny dog or if any size of dog looked small to the monstrous man. No wonder he was so big, if his mother was a giant...although Roxanne had quite a few questions about the man's father that would likely go unanswered. As he offered her the liquor, she smiled and tucked it away in her rucksack.
"I'll find your little dog for you, Brunn. Don't you worry about it. And thank you for the braendevin. I don't mind a hard drink...I prefer it hard, actually. If he likes this stuff, I'm sure I'll have no trouble bringing him back. I'll see you later, then!"
Smiling, she stepped past him and headed north, towards the forest. She had a dog to catch, after all.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Aug 1, 2018 22:44:18 GMT -8
"Ahh well you're awfully kind Miss Fletcher!" Brunn said and grinned. "Just make sure you can distinguish between a dog and weasel and I have no problem if you suck it dry!" Brunn said almost challenging Roxanne to try it. Exit Deepwood
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 7, 2018 14:07:52 GMT -8
Roxanne returned to the harbor, looking around for the hulking Brunn. Such a large man wasn't hard to find, and she stepped somberly up to the half-giant.
"Brunn? It's me, I'm back...and I've got some bad news. I found Gilbert...sort of. He was caught and eaten by a witch in the woods. Don't worry, the witch got what was coming to her, but this is all that's left of little Gilbert."
She pulled the cut collar from her pocket, offering it to Brunn and watching his face nervously. Would he be mad at her? She hoped not, he seemed like a reasonable enough sort of person.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Oct 7, 2018 22:25:05 GMT -8
"Eaten? Poor little Gilbert?!?" Brunn exclaimed his large hand moving up in front of his mouth in a shocked manner and his eyes watering and lower lip trembling as Roxanne pulled out the collar which seemingly was all that remained of Gilbert. Heavily sobbing Brunn embraced Roxanne in a tight hug letting out his sorrow. "He was my faaavorite!" he cried as tears and liquid in general poured from his face to further stained Roxanne's cape before he finally let go as he calmed down a bit and looked at Roxanne. "I'm sorry for drenching your cape, but it's good you got that witch, I couldn't have lived knowing she had survived! I'll keep this as a memory of Gilbert..." he said and gently put the collar on his desk. "Here, take a bottle of my braendevin with you - it will definitely raise your body temperature if you reach further north." he said though it seemed not as if he was finished yet. "I have... a few things that I confiscated..." he said and opened a door to closet where a few sacks had been placed which were full of confiscated goods. He turned his head and glanced at Roxanne rubbing his chin. What did a lady like her really need? "Ahh I know, here ya go, these will be relevant further north!" he said and tossed a pair of pure white rabbit mittens and a hat to match to Roxanne their fluffiness and soft touch to the skin to die for. "And what else is in here..." he mused and dug through various stuff. "An iron sword, no... Iron cutlery, no... An iron maiden for kittens, no... that lady wasn't very pleasant..." Brunn commented muted and frowned. "Ahhh, there we have it! Take this shortsword, it belonged to an elf and apart from being light and extremely sharp, it's edge will carve through ice as a burning needle through butter, and probably has some other elven enchantments too." he said and passed the sword on to Roxanne before finding its matching sheath. "Now just plug it in and you're ready to go!" he said his large grin having returned after hearing of Gilberts death.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 8, 2018 5:41:19 GMT -8
Roxanne let out a choking gasp as Brunn took her in his bone-crushing embrace, struggling vainly. She wanted to protest, to tell him that he was being too rough and was hurting her, but he'd squeezed all the air out of her lungs. Breathing was impossible, and she was almost certain that she could feel her ribs creaking. For a moment, she worried that she might drown as he sobbed over her, but he released her in short order. She staggered away, gasping for air and wondering how many of her bones had been cracked. Brunn was far too big, she thought. Everything hurt.
She accepted the braendevin gratefully and watched as the huge man went to rummage in his contraband closet. If she was going up north, she'd definitely need something to keep her warm. As he pulled out gift after gift, her eyes lit up. The mittens fit her perfectly, and were incredibly soft and warm. It had been a long time since she'd worn anything so luxurious, and she beamed as she felt the fine fur. When he pulled out the sword, however, she stared in awe. It was exquisitely crafted, much nicer than her current blade. She took it cautiously, testing its weight before sliding it into its sheath. With her habit of losing swords, it was definitely a good idea for her to have a spare, and this looked like a fine upgrade.
"Thank you, Brunn! Thank you so much! These will all be so helpful when I go up north."
The payment was far more than she'd expected for finding a dog, especially since she hadn't actually managed to rescue the pup. Still, she wasn't complaining. It beat getting paid in "honor", whatever that meant. Taking off her now-sodden coat to avoid catching a cold, she headed up the road towards Skulhøy.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 1, 2018 14:09:51 GMT -8
The Varan were a kindred race of seafarers not unlike the Tain; the former had visited the lands of the latter many times over, offering warriors and trade. Therefore, it was no surprise to see a fleet of Varan longships on the horizon from Brynjefors Harbor.
A terrifying visage of a dragon’s head adorned the prow of the lead ship. The fleet carried with it a host of formidable warriors armed for war, ready for adventure and battle. At the forefront was Sigrid the Hateful - a scornful woman hellbent on bringing ruin to any who opposed her.
Sigrid was a volva - a shamanistic seer native to Asgeir. Among the Varan it was they who enchanted weapons and armor with special powers that allowed the northmen so much success against much stronger opponents. Sigrid was powerful indeed, able to imbue almost any item with awesome abilities. But unlike her otherwise peaceful sisters, Sigrid was known as a hateful, bloodthirsty, and vengeful witch - a she-devil with a quick temper and a lust for killing.
Some of those who followed her shared her desire to spread ruin. There were others who sought to use gather personal glory beneath her. A brave, headstrong warrior was, afterall, a great leader in the eyes of the Varan, and perhaps she could lead them to greatness in far off lands.
Sigrid ordered the fleet to halt as the lead ship carried her onwards towards the harbor. Ropes were cast out and her longship pulled towards the docks. She and two hulking champions climbed out of the boat and prepared to meet any Tain who might approach them.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 1, 2018 14:55:38 GMT -8
There was no Tain to meet the Varan on Brynjefors Harbor but the half giant Brunn along with the designated chief of Brynjefors along with half a dozen men approached the long ships. It was not odd to see Varan warships docking at Brynjefors - after all they were doing trading and many families and Brynjefors descended from the Varan. But seeing Sigrid the Hateful dock was something even the chief of Brynjefors was weary about and thus had brought a few men to the docks with others being on alert.
"Sigrid what a plea... what a surprise!" the chief said, a rather plump man with a curly white moustache as he approached her and her bodyguards rather confidently. "What brings you to Taingaard this time?" he asked as Brunn clenched his warhammer in one hand. "You're looking for either gold, conquest or the means to achieve either am I right?" he asked with a smirk knowing quite well what reputation she had.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 1, 2018 15:31:08 GMT -8
Sigrid's expression was sanguine as she approached the chief with her champions unperturbed. "Chief," she greeted the man with a derisive tone, "you are not wrong. I am preparing to cross the Maw." Sigrid let the words sink in; even the Chief would know of that terrible sea lying east of Asgeir - a nigh-impassable body of water that only the brave dare sail.
"As I know that our people are alike in their love for adventure and glory," she continued, "it was only right that I seek additional warriors and opportunities among the Tain." After she was finished speaking she shrugged "so, what can you offer me?"
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 1, 2018 15:47:58 GMT -8
The chief curled his mustache and flashed a toothy grin. "The maw. The maw?" he said and chuckled lightly. "Had it been anyone but you, I would have told you to keep your insolence to yourself." he said and waved at his guards who led eighteen men and women towards the Sigrid. They were all bound on their hands and with a rope going from person to person. "Seems like you're in a bad luck guys." the chief said and chuckled again as he stepped nearer to Sigrid.
"I've picked out a few, some brought in as late as earlier today! These are dishonorable men and women who each have proven how little they care for pride, honor and their country - but they are physically fit and with a little bit of discipline they should be fine sailors and soldiers. But you know our rehabilitation program as you've used it a couple of times before. 50 gold per person and you have yourself a new crew but remember that these aren't murderers so don't cast their life away too easily - Erik wouldn't like that and his acceptance is the reason we can do deals like this." he said and winked with a wry smile.
If Sigrid agreed to their usual terms a deal would have been struck and the unwantables would be escorted onto the ship, their belongings delivered and a sack for each of them. Among them was a young woman of medium height and shoulder long blonde hair that looked like she had had a particularly rough day.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 1, 2018 16:17:22 GMT -8
Although her expression did not change, Sigrid did take an interest in the bound men and women. She was unsure what the chief meant when he mentioned a rehabilitation program, but was nonetheless interested in his offer. The fleet had brought enough gold to acquire all of the 'unwantables'; indeed, they were all fit and no doubt warriors in their previous role. The worst they could do at sea was mutiny, but with clever dispersion among the entire fleet they would all be outnumbered by Sigrid's loyal raiders and they would surely fail in any attempt to betray her. "I'll have them," she finally decided, moving out of the way so that they could all be loaded onto the longship. "Thank you, Chief. I will not forget this service." As they were passing by Sigrid caught sight of the fair-haired maiden. "Put this one at the prow," she ordered the guard who was handling her. --<>-- Once Sigrid's longship returned to the fleet she began to give out orders about how to disperse the unwantables. They were all spread evenly across the longships so that they would not outnumber the Varan aboard. Of them all, however, only Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir remained on Sigrid's personal ship. She had been bound at the prow and was being watched by her new master's champions. Thus, Idda would be able to hear what Sigrid had to say to her captains. "Quiet!" she barked at the men and women before her. "These are not your prisoners! They were paid for with gold, and I will see that they repay their debt a dozen times over... and they can't very well do that if they're dead or dying. You will treat them as part of the crew, you will train them as part of your crew, and you will feed them as part of your crew. Is this understood?" The captains replied in unison; "Oi! Sigrid!" "Very well. Return to your ships and prepare to set sail!" At her command the men and women returned to their respective longships and followed the lead of Sigrid's own.
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 2, 2018 0:27:47 GMT -8
Boy had Idda had a bad day. Not only had she been chased through the scrub and thicket of outer Deepwood by the chief's hunting dogs and his men for a failed horse snatch, but only hours later that day she was apparently being shipped off Taingaard now at the mercy of some Varan warlord - sold so the chief's family could grow just as round as himself. Idda knew that she and the seventeen others were being sold because officially the Tain didn't approve of people being jailed for years but rather wanted them to be rehabilitated and at some point the chief got this creative idea to 'outsource' the rehabilitation.
As Idda stood there she sulked, her hair in disarray and leaves, mud and branches still sticking to her leather armor making the young barbarian look almost savage. There was little savagery to her right now though and the deported people had gotten strict orders that no one speak a word unless directly spoken to - she didn't fancy any lashes to add to the scratches from her failed escape early this morning. She could still feel the dogs' teeth in her left forearm and ankle but luckily her leather armor had taken most of the grunt.
She looked at Sigrid with surprise as she was being pulled up on the prow as the only one. The two meter tall woman certainly had a presence. Not one of a noble Taingaardian warrior though - more of a pirate. A plunderer. Well that was good enough because if she expected Idda to help her braid her hair she would more sorely disappointed.
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Lucolve
Established
Drinking with Giants
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Appears 25
Physical Description: Young, tall, and lean. Small glasses are perched upon his hooked nose. Fingers are stained by ink. Folded parchment can be seen protruding from several pockets. Hair is long and unkept. Beard is arcadian, dark brown and spilling over his chest.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, dull robes. Simple sandles. Wooden box upon his back, which turns into a traveling desk and holds multiple bottles of ink, quills, and parchment.
Registered: Dec 9, 2018 20:38:59 GMT -8
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Post by Lucolve on Dec 10, 2018 15:19:11 GMT -8
The salty wind picked up as the ship was swiftly tied to the long and wide dock of Brynjefors Harbor. Lucolve felt the shift of the wooden planks below his feet as the ship was secured to the tarred beams rising from the frigid waters, however was too preoccupied in the drying ink he had just spread across his parchment. His sand was running short after the journey, and he was limited on the pigments for his ink, but he had just finished recording his journey across the vast expanse of water to this new land.
His rendering of a ring-billed gull was proportionate, and was accurately represented as he could muster without physically capturing the bird, which had shadowed the ship since the first sighting of land was called. There were several pages of parchment scattered across Lucolve’s well-worn desk, some rolled and bound by varying colors of ribbon, sealed with bold wax, and others haphazardly folded and slipped under an ink well or stone to keep it from fluttering in the breeze. His brown robes matched his sun-tanned hands, covered in a myriad of ink variants. His long brown hair was tied simply behind his head, keeping all but a few strands from interfering with his work.
A sailor, skin bronze and leathery, appeared at the railing beside Lucolve, gesturing that it was time for the young man to disembark.
Lucolve hastily stuffed the parchment rolls into a hidden drawer on the travel desk, collapsing half of his workspace and stowing his tools with practiced ease. His inkwell was capped with a rough cut cork, and spirited away within his robe, while his steel tipped quills quickly disappeared from sight within the wooden contraption. With a few quick movements, the ink-stained fingers had patched each compartment of the desk and swiftly pulled two leather straps from the bottom, swinging the desk into his back.
As Lucolve followed the last of the passengers onto the dock, he pulled a thin board from a he folds of his robes, and continued to write on a piece of parchment. Instead of a quill, this time Lucolve was scrawling with a piece of charcoal, trimmed to a point and wrapped with scrapped leather.
“One, two, three, four... four paces to exit the ship,” Lucolve muttered as he scribbled a description of the floating monstrosity he had just dismounted. “Beautiful, gorgeous, bustling even!” He muttered as he focused on the scratch of the charcoal on parchment. The scholar glanced around, and settled onto a nearby crate. He pulled another sheet of parchment from the folds of his robe and started swiftly sketching the line of passengers waiting to be screened.
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Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Dec 11, 2018 4:33:18 GMT -8
"Hrrrmpff! Tourists!" Brunn growled seeing the many people stepping onto Brynjefors harbor. There had been a lot of work here lately and having lost his trusted dog Sniffer just recently it took a bit longer than usually to check all the people going through. However the half giant was no slouch either and as everyone was guided through he took a look over the harbor seeing one still sitting there.
"Oi, you over there. Are you going to go on through or continue to act like a clam on the beach?" his voice boomed not being much of a scholar himself.
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