Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Taingaard on Jul 11, 2018 14:41:44 GMT -8
The prided and famous Vanskaar Mead hall lies close to Leifheim city and is owned by the Vanskaar family and the current proprietor Kord Vanskaar. Here you eat the best food and drink the best ale, wine and mead in all of Taingaard, and everything is guaranteed fresh as Vanskaar Mead hall employ their own hunting league to procure the meat, vegetables, fruits and berries. But food is both for the stomach and for the soul. A true meal in Vanskaar is only enjoyed properly if you eat it in celebration of a victory or a successful adventure or in the anticipation of it! Old friends are found and new are made, as they say that even the gods eat by your side here and will bless any adventure or battle that starts here. So ask the maid or servant to bring you whatever you desire, and you will not be disappointed!
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jul 31, 2018 23:08:36 GMT -8
@asta
It was still dead early in the day and only a very few patrons along with the workers in Vanskaar Meadhall had gotten up this early to get a bit of breakfast. Kord, the latest owner of his family establishment, was cleaning a few mugs at the bar before the long and busy work day would soon commence when the sun climbed the last bit above the horizon. The Meadhall needed a steady supply of meat and fruits from the hunters and gatherers that worked for the Meadhall and today was no exception. However a large wedding was taking place here in a few days between two Skulhøy clans, and they had requested bear - not a request for just about any hunter.
"Ahh there you are Ásta, it's been a few days! Did you find yourself lost in a thicket?" he joked though knowing how serious Ásta was with her hunting she had probably stalked her prey for days though the wild. "I get it that since you're here though you don't mind going for another trip huh?" he asked with a wry smile, his thick mustache curling upwards underlining his rugged, warm charm.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 28, 2024 9:25:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 6:41:56 GMT -8
The woman's entrance was announced by the boom of the opening door as it clapped against the wall and quickly followed by the excited barks of three dogs that rushed in to sniff about beneath the tables of Vanskaar Mead Hall for anything of interest - namely scraps or spills.
The voice of Kord brought about her head to look upon him across the bar, revealing a trio of scabbing scratches across her face that smeared the deep blue paint on her face. She had already rubbed dirt into the wounds and they were healing, though it had only been two days. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips that bore a cross of a sneer at his jives. Both arms were back and over something lugged across her shoulders that made finding out her head in the dim lighting by the door difficult.
"Maybe you get lost in a thicket, dunga, an' that's why I do the huntin' and you sit behind the bar," she barked back with a short chuckle. Her boots thudded across the floor as she came near the closest table between Kord and herself, hoisting off the load from her shoulders and letting the heavy body of a killed lynx slam on the surface - very little blood to the lovely pelt, and dead from a hard bludgeoning to the neck to kill it quick. She settled a hand on her hip with her weight on the other as she gripped the side of the table and gave the man an exasperated look. "Sure, my first trip back an' yeh wanna send me back out. What, we got a feast comin' up?"
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Aug 1, 2018 11:29:36 GMT -8
"Well, you got a point there, I am stuck too much here lately so busy we are. But you'll know all about that since you're one of our most active hunters." Kord said with an approving nod. "That's no bad prize you got there, Ásta. The meat should be tender and the pelt looks pristine." he said in acknowledgement of her contribution. As always the catch would be evaluated by one of Kord's folk who would make sure Ásta was paid appropriately as Kord hated dabbling in money. In his world that only leaded to strife.
"It's not because I don't envy you a night of mead and rest, but we have a big thing coming up. You remember the two clans from Skulhøy I told you we were arranging a wedding for? Well here just a few days before they say the main course must be roasted bear. BEAR of all animals!" Kord roared and threw out his arms while shaking his head. "I tell you these Skulhøy people demand more from me than I think I can provide. Well, that was until of course you stepped in." he said with a small chuckle forming behind his beard. "You wouldn't leave ol' Kord in this mess, would you Ásta?" he said as a charming grin slowly spread across his face.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 28, 2024 9:25:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 6:56:20 GMT -8
... bear. They wanted bear roast. Was this a joke?
The woman's eyes bulged a bit in utter disbelief. She couldn't find the voice to speak immediately until after she put some pieces together in her head. "They want fresh bear - wait a damn minute, Kord, how long do we have until the ceremony?" she barked, ignoring Dagny as she romped up and proceeded to headbutt her knee for attention.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Aug 3, 2018 12:11:48 GMT -8
"Not a joke, Ásta. Roasted bear is a Skul tradition like them riding boars and bears to war. Of course today the tradition of riding bears have gone, but back when they did they would slaughter one of their domesticated bears at a wedding." he said with a firm gaze. "And now that they don't have domesticated bears, we need to find them in nature. Wouldn't be too hard for you Ásta, would it?" Kord asked with a smirk.
"Ooohh... well about four days. So let's hope those bears aren't too far away." Kord said with concern painted in his face. "But Ásta, don't think too much about that. You just go out there and do what you do and then I'll handle the Skul - even if it means I'll have to explain that the wedding needs to be pushed." Kord said the last part putting even deeper wrinkles in his forehead. One did not just alter the plans of a Skul and Kord knew that better than most.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 28, 2024 9:25:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2018 10:09:05 GMT -8
It damned well would have to be pushed back - she was looking at weeks, more than likely, just to find tracks or evidence of one alone. And then following them down to try and find the beast - and THEN hope she hasn't found a mother bear with cubs.
"Yer gonna have t' do that, Kord - you know what it's gonna take to hunt one down, and then bring it down. I'll have to borrow a horse to carry what I need out and THEN haul the carcass back!" She let out a frustrated sigh, bringing a hand across her face before casting her eyes to the ceiling. "You'd think the Skul would at least remember this with bears bein' such a part of their histories."
She mulled it over a little bit before looking over to Kord once again, and jabbing a pointed finger at the man. "I'll go it - y' know I will - but yer payin' me for it, and I want the pelt. I'll even make proper rites for the skull like we're supposed to."
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Aug 8, 2018 23:21:30 GMT -8
"Hmm... then I'll be in some trouble but you're right that they had it coming. Bears aren't easy catches." Kord said and was quick to agree on her terms. "Sure, you take a horse from the stables that fits you best and you'll get to keep the pelt." Kord said and lifted an eyebrow. "Do we have to discuss this again? I pay for what you bring me - every time." Kord said assertively. "It would be best if I go back to my duties now and you prepare... well I'll need prepare too, if I want to keep my wedding." he said reluctantly.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 28, 2024 9:25:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2018 3:59:50 GMT -8
Seeing the man under strain like that made Asta cringe slightly - despite the pressing ceremony by the Skul, everyone was under this cloud to make sure the demands were met for it. She mulled over in silence for a few moments, finally scratching one of her canine companions behind her ears. She glanced back at the lynx she had just set down and thought a little longer, and brought a hand up to gently pat the carcass.
"... if ya have to, prep this, too. Have someone skin an' tan the hide - make it a wedding gift. Maybe that'll get 'em off yer back a bit." With that, she turned to leave, following a sharp whistle that brought all three hounds after her barking excitedly.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Aug 16, 2018 11:28:22 GMT -8
Kord nodded. "Every little thing could be helpful. You have a good hunt now, okay Ásta?" Kord said and put his hands down into the table. This both and order and a plea.
|
|
Kari Valkyrja
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 1,500
Physical Description: ××××××××××××××××××××
Well, surely the first thing you’ll notice are her magnificent wings, nearly twice her size and would take up an entire room when stretched totally out. They were a stony grey from where they began at her back and became lighter to eventually a pure white at the tips. The woman herself is a waif-like beauty standing at 6 feet 7 inches with light-toned skin that has a pale lavender undertone. She has an angular face with beautifully large and vibrant green eyes, a thin, straight nose, and a small but plush lips all framed by platinum hair cascading in loose curls down past her, well, her butt.
Clothes and Equipment: ××××××××××××××××××××
She normally wears a long loincloth type skirt (a piece of blue cloth covering her rear flowing down to the ground and a matching cloth for the front, sewn together at the sides with a transparent type cloth that also reaches toward the ground), and a modified silver colored breastplate, made to accommodate her wings, and intricate arching designs that seem to be added on later after crafting.Kari frequents few weapons, her main ones being two swords crafted of the same silvery metal as her breastplate, shaped to look like feathers, that, were you to inspect closer, would see that they were razor sharp. She does have an alternate staff to help her channel her magic.(She can still use magic without it, the staff just makes it easier.)
Allegiances: To be determined
Registered: Sept 14, 2018 16:57:56 GMT -8
|
Post by Kari Valkyrja on Sept 15, 2018 14:53:16 GMT -8
Just outside the Mead Hall, the wind began to pick up only moments before the centuries old Valkyrie dropped from the sky. She looked at the entrance to the Hall as her wings folded themselves against her back. Her hand found the pommel of one of her swords, and she made her way inside, moving to sit at the back of the hall. Her eyes scanned about the hall, before she motioned for one of the servants to bring her some ale. She rolled her shoulders and leaned back in her chair, her eyes never ceasing to move, watching the occupants inside. Soon enough, the servant came back and she had her ale. She quietly nursed the drink as watched for a lead in her little journey. So far, nothing. She was beginning to hate this part of her quest all over again, because finding someone capable of contacting ghosts was hard. It was especially hard to find someone who was accurate in their works.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 7, 2019 13:32:13 GMT -8
Registration booth for The Great Hunt Vanskaar Meadhall was like this every year at this time - tables filled with food for the travelers from near and far that came to sign up for The Great Hunt. Also a desk had been put up in the furthest area of the mead hall where participants would meet Kord to sign up for the hunt before getting a bite of slow cooked boar soup and mug of the famous Vanskaar Mead!
|
|
Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
|
Post by Isgerd on Jan 7, 2019 14:28:09 GMT -8
Isgerd was the first person to make her way to the sign up desk for the Great Hunt. It was always an exciting time of the year, and as the Wayfinder for the Tain, she had to point the way by being the first to mark her name on the paper. “Hi Kord!” she greeted the moustachioed innkeeper. “Fine day for sign-ups! And is that boar I smell roasting?” She scratched the runes of her name, signing up as “unteamed”. “I’ll go with anyone who is short a team member, or if someone catches my eye,” she winked at Kord, hoping that perhaps Rutgard or even Freya might be among the competitors this year. “Also Tain Erik asked me to be on hand to locate any of the hunters who get lost.” She laughed as though getting lost was a hilarious idea to her, which it was. After she had successfully signed up, she made sure to get a big mug of mead and join the folks at the fire to listen to tales and watch for interesting strangers coming through the door.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 8, 2019 5:16:53 GMT -8
"Isgerd." Kord answered the wayfinder in his own stone faced manner although a smile crept up his mustache to raise his cheeks indicating he was talking to someone he considered a friend. He nodded at her fine sense of smell, although it was quite often that boar was being cooked in Vanskaar Mead Hall and hadn't it been her he would have thought she was just a lucky guesser and he passed her the papers.
"Unteamed?" Kord asked and lifted an eyebrow. "You might be able to track down the specific ant that bit you from its nest but you'll struggle to kill it with your skills." he teased and chuckled. "Don't you think you need someone to team up with?" he said and added a short 'get her someone to hunt with' to the paper regardless of her say in it.
"Pffft... Lost hunters..." he said and shrugged. "We can't take care of them all, but if the tain said so you'd better keep ready then." he said and nodded to her again indicating that they had finished their business and that he'd better move on to the next one.
|
|
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.
***
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.
***
Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
|
Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 8, 2019 10:30:48 GMT -8
The doors of the illustrious mead hall would swing open once again, letting through Rune Naimon IV. He wore his usual flashy attire. He had long pink hair, with black ribbons as well. Perhaps an interesting sight, he was, to the locals, but he didn't notice.
He walked over to the registration desk upon spotting it, noticing another standing there, "Hello friends! I am here to sign up for the hunt. Oh, is this where I sign up here?"
Rune stepped forward, standing beside Isegard. He signed his name in a fancy cursive, also indicating he had no one else on his team.
|
|
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
|
Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 8, 2019 11:05:07 GMT -8
Liz slipped into the Mead Hall as quietly as she could, seeking to not draw attention to herself. Not for any nefarious purposes, she just simply didn't care that much for attention.
She was wearing simple riding clothes, well-crafted for functionality and the only indication of her allegiance a small circle bearing the Isran emblem that pinned her cloak. She walked up behind a pink-haired individual who clearly was not a local and waited for him to finish at the table.
|
|
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
|
Post by Seeker Dietrich Konstantine on Jan 8, 2019 12:09:17 GMT -8
The Seeker had opened the door with purpose and zeal befitting his status of the hunter of the most dangerous prey. Closing it with equal force, his boots echoed across the wooden floor, resounding, until he finally stopped before the registration desk. As a laine had begun to form, though, he had stopped at the rear of a woman who was shorter than him, he could see over her hair.
"Good day, is it not, to join in the hunt of beasts the locals will not hunt themselves?"
|
|
Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
___________________________________
She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
____________________________________
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Skarlet on Jan 8, 2019 13:13:27 GMT -8
Skarlet entered at some point, hiding in the shadows so that she wouldn't stand out. Using her magic she could stand in someone's shadow and camouflage herself from other's perception. She would just wait behind someone like Elizabeth Finch and sign up for the hunt right after her in line.
Though someone might not see her upon first glance, she's actually there physically and it's possible to walk into her if you don't have high enough perception to notice she's actually there. If you were to stare at the shadow she was hiding in you'd feel a menacing glare on you but when you can't see where that set of glaring eyes is. You'll eventually hear whispers saying to look away.
Skarlet was excited to hunt for something, in this land she's never visited before. Hunting trips like this felt nostalgic for her, remembering her early days when she hunted for necessity in search of blood.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 8, 2019 13:26:31 GMT -8
The Mead Hall had started bustling seriously now with more participants for The Great Hunt appearing inside and the queue was getting longer still. The next one after Isgerd was a short fellow with pink hair and a slight frown formed upon Kord's face as he looked down upon the little man. He had to remind himself that some of these people came from very foreign, sometimes even simple, cultures and that their fighting abilities may be easily above his own despite their short stature and odd fashion. Still he wondered if this guy was going to be alright?
"Well what is your name mister? And preferred fighting method?" he asked as he passed Rune the papers as this one once again declared to be 'unteamed'. Usually this changed as the foreigners would start having beers with each other and formed partnerships - luckily the registration papers weren't final. "Thank you mister, good luck and know that beer and food is free the first day of registration and the Vanskaar Meadhall provides accommodation for fair prices." he said and nodded indicating for the next to step forward.
"Miss." Kord said indicating Elizabeth Finch. "From Isra it seems..?" Kord commented and looked at the pin indicting the Isran empire, he was quite apt at noticing the small details that told where foreigners hailed from. "On official business or just here for the challenge?" he asked knowing that if she was here on official duty she would probably want to speak to one of the tains. "What is your name and preferred fighting method?" he asked before passing her the letter to be signed.
There was a 'profound diversity' among the foreigners and even Kord didn't quite know what to think of the next one who was almost as tall as himself and wore a beard worthy of a Taingaardian warrior. "If it's The Great Hunt, please sign this and tell me your name and preferred fighting method." he said and passed Dietrich the papers.
Kord was definitely in for a long day if it continued like this but at the same time the businessman in him was quite content seeing all the customers.
|
|
Kord Vanskaar
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 44
Physical Description: Large and bulky he could just as well be a smith or a barbarian, and you'll often see him carrying half a cow or a filled bear barrel over his shoulder as it was nothing. His stern face tells about concentration and a life of labor and as the Vanskaar often do, he has shaved his head only one long ponytail remaining that extends down to his shoulder blades. A thick mustache hangs cleverly beneath his nose.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing practical clothes and often nothing on his torso, he needs a practical outfit to being able to do his job properly.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:46:59 GMT -8
|
Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 8, 2019 13:47:12 GMT -8
Just as Kord thought there was room for a break another participant emerged behind the Dietrich and Kord gave the brown haired female a wry smile. "I almost missed you, did you sneak in or something?" he said in jest having not noticed her entering or standing in line. "What is your name miss, and how do your prefer to fight?" he asked and passed her the registration papers she had to sign. "Do you already have a team or do you prefer to fight alone or have me assign you?" he asked Skarlet.
|
|