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 11, 2018 7:03:18 GMT -8
Lucolve heard the booming voice of the gigantic man carry down the dock. He lifted his head, hand still scrawling the last of the shadowing on his parchment. “Coming, coming” he said, his voice faltering and not quite carrying the distance down the dock. His sandalled feet shuffled down the planking, his drab robes skimming the surface of the dock. His thin board and parchment disappeared within the folds of his robe as he slipped the charcoal implement into a small pouch sewn into his sleeve.
He had never seen a man this large in his travels, and had to adjust the spectacles on his nose to observe the tall, looming agent. The brown beard was majestic, matching the wooly eyebrows in tint and hue. The man was literally the human form of a grizzly bear, and could possibly be mistaken for one if it were dark.
Approaching the half giant, Lucolve reached within his robes and withdrew a folded stick with evenly spaced markings, unfolding it until it stood nearly twice his height. The sections locked into place with the next in an ingenious manner of hollowed joints, a thin rope keeping all sections in line. “Pray do tell, sir, what is your heritage?” Lucolve queries as he nervously set the measuring staff beside the man. “Two and a half paces tall, a pace wide....” Lucolve muttered as he pulled a small pad of bound parchment and once again began to jot down notes, measurements, and observations. He quickly disassembled the staff, squirreled it away within his robes and withdrew a length of cloth, marked intermittently with ink. He quickly drew estimated lengths, pressing the cloth against the biceps, forearms, and wrists of the half giant.
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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 7:35:27 GMT -8
The half giant crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground awaiting the back marker to get his things together and finally get off the docks. Brunn thought the guy looked at him in a slightly odd way and the guy's odd customs were disclosed as he brought the funny unfolding stick out and started asking to Brunn's heritage. "M-my heritage..?" he answered suddenly perplexed that the visitor was asking him the personal questions and not as it was customary that Brunn was the one being the inquisitor.
Before Brunn could come up with any fitting answer it seemed like the visitor was taking his sizes - was he perhaps a tailor? Well all this nonsense was tiring Brunn out and he decided that this would amount to nothing if he didn't take responsibility. Thus Brunn's two large hands wrapped easily around the stomach of Lucolve and with a reasonable gentle, but determined, treatment he was carried inside the building to be screened and Brunn placed him in front of his desk.
"Alright, alright..! Put that funny equipment away for now, thank you!" he said and moved up behind his large desk and quite firmly putting his hands down upon it. "What is your first name, your occupation and reason to visit Taingaard?" he asked looking straight at Lucolve hoping for a direct and uncomplicated answer.
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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 11, 2018 7:48:55 GMT -8
Lucolve, as focused as he was on the documentation of a new variant of being, was certainly surprised as the half giant picked up and carried the scholar inside. Placing the measuring instrument away and feeling fairly satisfied with his notes, secreted the bound notes into his robes. His ink stained, charcoal dusted hands straightened out his robes before looking up at the half giant, peering over the spectacles delicately perched on his hooked nose to meet eye contact with the large agent.
“I am simply known as Lucolve, if you please. No surname, no clan, simply a man of the land. I am a scholar and student, teacher and mentor, a recorder of facts and observations in the pursuit of knowledge. I have traveled here to this land of Taingaard simply to learn and record the findings of this journey, as I had never previously stepped foot into this land, and there is knowledge to be found.” Lucolve removed the wooden travel desk from his back, placed it carefully on the floor beside him and pulled out a large scrolled parchment. “Would you by any chance have any sort of map in this establishment which would allow me to acquire my bearings?” As he spoke, Lucolve unfurled the scroll to reveal a blank map, bearing a border, a legend, and an intricately penned compass rose indicating North.
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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 11:22:12 GMT -8
Brunn scribbled nothing down but hummed skeptically behind his beard trying to figure out if this man was to be trusted or not. "Lucolve it is... No clan, no surname and you're just here to gain knowledge..?" he said and tapped his fingers on the table with the same force a normal would bang his fists down and he glared at Lucolve. Well he had heard worse lies than that.
"Right, I choose to believe you - mostly because it's no good reason to send you back." he said and chuckled slightly his brandy breath easily smelled from a couple of meters away where Lucolve stood. "A map... I do have!" Brunn said slightly more cheery than before fetching a large parchment from his coffer. "Have a look at this, Mr. Lucolve - this map is as comprehensive as you'll find them any place." he said and smirked as the map more than covered the whole table as he rolled it out.
"The parts where there are few pointers... I wouldn't go..!" he said and laughed looking at Lucolve to see if he was as mad as Brunn might suspect and would take upon such a challenge - or if he was content with counting butterflies in the outskirts of town. If it was the first he might need a 'guide'.
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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 11, 2018 21:10:58 GMT -8
As the half giant unfurled his massive map, Lucolve's eyes gleamed in the intricate details delicately etched upon the parchment. Having spent many years of his youth studying cartography, the masterpiece that lay before him left Lucolve nearly breathless.
"Good sir, this map is simply exquisite!" Lucolve breathed softly, "The detail of the terrain, the beauty of the features, this map must have been created by someone who had fallen in love with the land."
Lucolve reached his left hand inside the mysterious folds of his robes, withdrawing a cloth, which appeared wet. Carefully taking his time, he scrubbed the ink from his fingers, ensuring there were no remaining granules of charcoal or smudges of ink. Replacing the cloth, Lucolve then leaned closer to the map, hesitant to touch or even breathe upon it as he resisted the urge to attempt a duplication without permission.
"Please, may I trouble you for a short while, where as I can record some of the magnitude of this work of art? I do intend to travel this land and record my findings." Lucolve petitioned the grinning giant. "I would gladly compensate you for the trouble, and if possible, purchase a meal for us to share if you would be willing to regale me with the tales of this region. I honestly am a seeker of truth and knowledge, story and lore, and would like to be more knowledgeable of the places I intend to see... even the parts of the region in which it may be unwise to travel."
The scholar, giddy as a young child, felt no fear at the prospect of traveling areas seldom seen by others. After all, isn't that the reason for adventure? He had been warned by others in the past to avoid areas of ill repute, heightened battle, imminent dangers, and threats to life, however had prevailed through his ingenuity and wealth of knowledge. The map sprawled across the table held adventure and whispered of excitement.
Reaching once more into the seemingly abundant pockets within the brown folds of robe, Lucolve withdrew a sphere of clear quartz. Holding it between forefinger and thumb, he positioned it between his body and the light filtering through the window, raising it as if to peer inside. With an elegant flourish, he rolled the sphere into the palm of his hand, now emitting a glow as if he had plucked a ray of sunlight from the sky.
"Light to see by, if you don't mind." Lucolve spoke, turning back to Brunn and the map with a grin.
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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 12, 2018 0:09:50 GMT -8
Behind his great beard Brunn blushed slightly while grinning content. It may not be him personally having made the map, but he was proud of his collections of maps and stuff to help the travelers coming to Taingaard and as such for a while he strayed from his role of being the intimidating inquisitor dissuading people from smuggling dangerous and illegal goods into the country. "The map have been made by Isgerd, Tain Erik's best wayfinder." he mumbled behind the beard with one hand wrapped around the other on his back. "I was lucky that the Tain let me have one of those." he added satisfied.
"Well... yes of course, do scribble what you see down - but I have a slightly more rough map you can have for free." he said and grabbed a much more handy roll of parchment from beneath his desk placing it in front of Lucolve to take if he so pleased. The half giant opened his eyes wide - was this man actually genuinely interested in the stories of the country? Well as this was the last ship that was scheduled to dock today, he could hardly resist such an offer.
"I'd be more than happy! However I must insist that I buy the drinks!" he said and was keen on showing this eager tourist the finer points of a Taingaardian mead hall. Brunn did get a lot of stories about the region and knew much about where it was wise - and unwise - to set foot without a cavalry protecting your back and was keen on seeing anyone passing through his station being just slightly wiser than before they arrived. "That's a curious crystal ball..." Brunn said and leaned in closer. "How does that work?" he asked interested.
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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 13, 2018 20:52:57 GMT -8
“Isgerd... wayfinder.... “ mumbled Lucolve as he jotted down notes regarding the map, before secreting his implements into his robes. “My friend, I have been remiss and haven’t asked your name! You know mine, and as I suspect is custom in many places, you never drink without a friend.” Lucolve graciously accepted the second map, glancing at it to notice it only lacked the art, yet seemed as accurate and thorough as the first.
“I thank you for this gift, however insist that I buy the second round of drinks! Knowledge is power and lore is the most valuable of all!” The scholar proclaimed. “I have traveled far, and seen much. I have knowledge of powers long thought dead! An example... this crystal sphere you ask of!”
With a flourish, the illuminated globe was brought to a balanced point atop Lucolve’s left hand. “This is nothing more than crystal! There are hundreds like it within the trinket shops and vendor booths across the realms.” Drawing his right hand across the top of the sphere, the scholar seemed to draw the light away, letting it evaporate in the air like smoke from a pipe. “I simply borrowed a strand of sunlight. This was once called weaving. Pulling essences of the elements to combine into sorcerous creation.”
Lucolve held the sphere out for the giant to take. “One of many I own, and perhaps you may find the affinity to draw a thread in the future.” Lucolve was in his element. Knowledge was his calling, and ensuring it was shared, his passion. As eager a student as he was a mentor, Lucolve had learned much and shared this power through his travels.
“Come friend, and we can speak of the mysteries I have witnessed and the tales you have to tell. I will, of course, be writing them down, but do not mind the quill, food, drink, and merriment is the focus of this evening.” Lucolve spoke directly, wishing to be in his element of information. This mead hall would provide rumors, whispers, tales, and lies which could all be recorded, but most of all, allow the scholar the opportunity to gain the rapport necessary to gain access to more.
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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 15, 2018 12:26:52 GMT -8
"Yes, Isgerd is the best wayfinder in all of Taingaard - she knows many parts as her own pocket!" Brunn bragged almost as if he was talking about his own skill. "Aye, I'm still not used to people not knowing me beforehand - here in Brynjefors they all do!" he said and chuckled. "I'm Brunn!" he said and extended his large hand to Lucolve for a shake. Brunn mused, it was rare that people offered to pay for Brunn's drink unless they had something very specific in mind they wanted to ask him of, but nevertheless it seemed to be the conditions. "Oh well, just know that a 'drink' in my book might be half a barrel in yours." he said and winked smacking his stomach a few times. The keeper of the harbor looked amazed at the magic trick Lucolve showed him. "H-how are you able to draw light away..?" he asked before shaking his head. "No wait..! I won't get you started, follow me and we'll get a drink first!" he said and grinned gesticulating towards the door. Exit: Blue Horizon Mead Hall and Inn
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Seeker Dietrich Konstantine
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Physical: 40
Physical Description: A hardened man, Dietrich is a devout man of the Church. Standing at six-foot-five with eyes of gold, turned when becoming a Seeker. His hair is still a chestnut brown, though is usually cropped short and hidden beneath his hat. His beard is little more than unkempt fur that grows longer about his chin and mouth.
Shrewd eyes are alert for the hints of Chaos, a hawk of the human variety.
Clothes and Equipment: His armor is richly decorated in writs of protection and battle prowess, especially his right pauldron, which holds his own marking. A long brown coat protects his body from the weather, worn over an embroidered chest plate, that protects him from physical attacks.
Two golden discs dangle from his neck, each anointed with powers to help Dietrich. One of protection, and one of detecting Chaos.
Across his chest is a bandolier of stakes, sharpened and blessed by Leandros.
Slung over his back, is his hand and a half sword. A double-edged blade with rich and intricate carvings of prayers, lined in silver and blessed by Leandros. Dubbed "Ashbringer", this swords specialty is being lit aflame by the wielders will.
Blessed Bolts are in his cards, holy lightning thrown from the hand.
Allegiances: Seekers of Leandros
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 19:43:37 GMT -8
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Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Jan 7, 2019 23:25:32 GMT -8
Taingaard was a place of ancient magics, though more in tune with nature than anything diabolical. The hawk of a man watched the people of the port city as he walked on by, hand clenched in a fist, ready to drive a bolt through any ruffian. Leandros had sent him to the faraway place for a 'vacation'. He did not know what the Martyr meant, but he also did not disobey. The Martyr had said he was growing grey hairs and was overworked, but remaining ever vigilant for corruption was his job. Dietrich sighed, hand coming to scratch at his unkempt face.
His eyes fell over a parchment, a Hunt of some variety. He pulled the paper taught, combing over its contents several times before walking away, following the directions outlined in the paper, towards the hall of mead.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Jan 8, 2019 2:19:14 GMT -8
Brunn would nod at the participants of The Great Hunt and register their intent. The half giant would scribble out an official note on saying that the foreign participant will be able to pass freely through any city gate while the the event takes place. With a grunt and a 'good luck' Brunn would give them the paper and continue to the next. There was always a lot to do this time of year and thus there was little time for chit chat on his behalf - things had to be conducted efficiently or he would fall behind schedule.
**** Please post here first, but don't wait for a reply just proceed through during the duration of The Great Hunt. You may also proceed through the city gates without posting there first! ****
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 8, 2019 7:34:50 GMT -8
A long voyage through cold seas had finally ended. Rune was quite relieved to have finally arrived, as he hated boats.
So why was he here? Well, for The Great Hunt, of course. It was held annually yet this was Rune's first time attending. It was the first time any Naimon attended. He was excited for the opportunity to make a name for not only himself, but also the Naimon company. And as a monster hunter, he was also excited to face new and challenging prey...
The pink haired foreigner would stride forward confidently, heading straight towards where registration was taking place from the docks.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 8, 2019 10:51:54 GMT -8
Liz's first sight of Taingaard came early in the afternoon, the sun high in the sky as she angled St. George towards the docks. This was her first official job in her new position and she was determined to do a good job representing Naoki. And more importantly, the Great Hunt sounded like something she would have enjoyed regardless. So she had hitched a ride on an Isran Naval vessel passing near Brynjefors and left early that morning on her griffin for the harbor.
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Rikhardt Mielon
New
Vi Sittar Har I Venten....
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: Searing, smouldering, all words to describe this man. He is tall, perfectly proportioned with luscious caramel skin that's seemingly always oiled barely containing his rippling musculature, he has the most entrancing white smile and eyes the penetrating green of the ocean.
Clothes and Equipment: No matter what acclime wears nothing but a small ring on a necklace, particularly short shorts and a red bandana to hold back his slick black hair.
Registered: Jan 8, 2019 18:19:59 GMT -8
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Post by Rikhardt Mielon on Jan 8, 2019 18:32:03 GMT -8
Rikhardt had heard of the great hunt, and saw the perfect opportunity to test himself. Representing nothing but himself and the light of his God he stepped off of his small vessel leaving it where it was, and instantly proceeded to saunter across the land towards his destination all the while winking at the local woman with that damned charming smile.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 8, 2019 20:12:26 GMT -8
On board the same ship Elizabeth Finch had been aboard, a certain Knight Errant turned Duke had also hitched a ride, though his was less comfortable than he would've liked. Firstly he wasn't used to blue water sailing, and the pitching of the ocean caused him no end grief. And secondly, though this was supposed to be a simple holiday before officially being crowned as Duke, he also had a diplomatic reasons for attending attached as well by his handlers.
So during his time not heaving over the side of the bow, he had been watching over the diplomatic gift he was bringing for the Tain. Namely a dark dun Destrier, handpicked from the Vorutan homeland for such a gift. He hadn't managed to catch his name yet, so it simply remained as, "Boy," during his trip.
As Elizabeth took off from the deck of the ship on a griffin, Rudiger had been supervising the hoisting of the stallion from below decks into a waiting flatboat that carried both him and horse to the first dry land they had been on in weeks. Both nearly leapt for joy, but instead Rudiger led the stallion through the town, looking for the place to sign for the event.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 8, 2019 22:22:30 GMT -8
Deidra leaned against the railing of the ship, looking out across the water at the small settlement, tucked lovingly into the embrace of the harbor. Finally after a solid month at sea, the sight of land was a welcome sight. She could've sworn the captain of the vessel she'd paid to take her across the sea had a worse sense of direction than she did. It was times like these where she missed the vessels of her homeland. Boats by sea always seemed so... inconvenient by comparison.
With a soft sigh she pushed away to get a better look at the new terrain as best as she could from the ship. Temptation and curiosity had won out which led her to her journey out to Taingaard. It had been a while since she had participated in a proper hunt and it was a good opportunity to see a new part of the Overworld proper. As well as she had been invited so why not attend?
When the ship finally landed Deidra was over the side in moments, eager to get going and off the ship. It had been far too long since she felt the earth below her feet. Gundulf growled roughly as he hurried to reinforce her knees to absorb the impact but she ignored him and tucked into a roll to break her fall. Moments later she was on her feet at an easy lope off to the tavern to poke about to see if she could find where the sign ups were being held.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 9, 2019 12:39:37 GMT -8
From beyond the mists, a creature with wings black as coal and speckled like golden starlight swept across the docks. As it neared, the form of a young woman came into view. She had chestnut skin and hair so long it skimmed her calves, below which were sharp talons. At her neck, something was shining with white light, which died the moment her talons touched the docks.
The wings fell around her shoulders as a drab cloak, claws melting into plush feet, golden scales receding into her skin. Once firmly on the ground, she stretched her arms up, cracking several bones and revealing that, beneath the cloak, she really had quite a bit to show and nothing to hide.
Waving to the dockworkers with a friendly smile, she kindly asked for directions to the Mead Hall and for a woman by the name of "Roxanne." One of the two questions were easily answered, and deciding it was good enough, she was on her way.
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Brunn
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 35
Physical Description: A large half giant standing about 8 feet tall and with a bearish look that is only underlined by a the epicness of his large brown beard. Brunn is muscular in the sense that his muscles were forged from labor and not from pumping irons. He may well be appearing intimidating but make a friend of him or humor him and he'll charm you through his smile and deep infectious laughter.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing nothing fancy Brunn likes to use leather armor for when out hunting and traveling but for his daily duties a set of rather normal clothes are preferred. Should he nee to defend himself his two handed battle axe - Glamnir - will strike fear in most foes.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 31, 2018 1:28:25 GMT -8
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Post by Brunn on Jan 10, 2019 23:55:08 GMT -8
So many foreigners were coming to Taingaard to join The Great Hunt it seemed and their way of traveling was 'diverse' to say the least. The gatekeeper, Brunn, had been almost struck with shock as Elizabeth had ridden a true griffin from legend and had difficulty not stuttering when speaking to her. However this was not the only flying creature and Khepri landed on the docks.
Brunn gave a careful wave and the half giant would answer her query. "Roxanne? Hmmm... Yes indeed she's been here! It's a while ago but I haven't seen her leave and I think she went to Skulhøy." Brunn said and stroked his beard. "But someone like her might easily be attracted to The Great Hunt i reckon." Brunn explained before he used a map to point out the way to Leifheim and Vanskaar Meadhall.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jan 14, 2019 13:32:29 GMT -8
Behind some of the other foreign vessels, a ship from Tawakoshi sailed into the harbour. Bearing the Tawakoshi flag, as well as the Hizashi clan banner with the cherry blossom crest, it was of sturdy Quying manufacture, and crewed by the able seamen of that ocean-faring province. On board was Kojuro Hizashi, the head of the Hizashi clan, who hoped to renew his acquaintance with Tain Erik Haldar, as well as those who had been selected to take part in the Great Hunt. In Tawakoshi, open trials had had been held, and four intrepid hunters had won their place, and made the trip to Taingaard: Wuppo Kaen Kogoeshinu Taro Yamada Seijo Ito and Izanami
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 14, 2019 17:34:00 GMT -8
To say that Altan was not happy would have been an understatement. For a man of the mountains to take to the sea was something not heard of among the Qara'Mongke for as long as their history could be recalled, which was a long time indeed. Yet here he was, standing aboard a ship stubbornly forcing himself to stand at the prow even as his stomach roiled and threatened revolt. He would back down from no challenge, not even the sickness inspired by the sea.
As the rented boat approaches the dock he flings himself off of it before it is properly moored, landing with a crash on the solid timbers of Brynjefors Harbor. It was a mighty leap that he hoped came off more as a display of prowess than one of desperation to be free of the wretched timbers. Of course, such an arrival attracted attention and he soon had to deal with port officials. It didn't take overly long for him to explain things, that he was there as a representative of the Tamorjin tribe of Toragana at behest of the Khan to participate in the great hunt, and to be chastised for disembarking as he did.
While Altan did not appreciate the dressing down he took it in stride, strange lands held strange customs he'd been told what to expect. Hefting his glaive he heads into the port proper. There was no need to go back to the ship for his things, he was treating this like any other hunt. That meant that he had his weapons and provisions on him at all times. After all, you never knew when you may have to move swiftly to corner your game... or escape it.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Jan 14, 2019 17:35:38 GMT -8
A small merchant boat rowed into the harbor, its disheveled crew tired and hungry after so many weeks at sea. Their cargo? Nothing out of the ordinary - crates of foreign goods, barrels of foreign fruits, fur bales from foreign lands and a foreign traveler who had paid in foreign silver. As it floated alongside the dock and a member of the crew leaped aboard to tie it secure with rope, the traveler stood and handed the ship's captain the remains of his wallet. "Fifty once we arrived, as agreed," the stranger said, standing as a seven foot tall mass of hulking ashen skin, muscle and battle scars. His mane of hair was so wild it was as though it was a beast itself, and it swept through the air as he turned and stepped off the boat.
"Where is the mead hall where we meet for the hunt?" He would ask whoever was close enough to listen.
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