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.
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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.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 8, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -8
"Good evening, Pardon my trickery, there are certain people I'd rather not see me." Skarlet stepped out of the shadow to sign in. She wrote in her name Imperial Princess Skarlet. "I'll be fine on my own. I love going on a hunting trip, what are we killing? And do I get to keep it?"
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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 8, 2019 14:27:39 GMT -8
Dietrich placed the papers down upon the table, scratching out his name with the inked feather, signing the parchment and sliding it back to the man.
"I am Seeker Dietrich Konstantine, Templar of Leandros." He let his title and name hang in the air before continuing. "I prefer the use of my sword, Ashbringer, and I do not have a team, but intend to find one on my own. Thank you, innkeep, may your dwelling stay ever clear of Chaos." After speaking his well wished to Kord, he made the sign of the cross.
That is when he noticed the glimmer emanating from his chest, and he stilled. A hand rested upon one of the sharpened stakes, tugging it loose as he turned upon the creature that had appeared from nowhere. Drawing his arm backward, he began to drive the stake down, aiming to pierce its black heart.
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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 14:58:40 GMT -8
"My name is Rune Naimon, the fourth. As for my preferred fighting style...?"
Rune paused, trying to find a way to describe it, but he failed. He would follow Dietrich's lead, for now, starting with the weapon.
"I prefer fighting with my sword, but..." he said, tapping his finger to his chin as he thought, meanwhile behind him Dietrich's amulet began to glow, and he began to ramble a bit most likely distracting Kord, all the while Dietrich was pulling out his stake.
"I do use some magic too, though... it's hard to explain really! Is magic allowed? I hope it is, otherwise, it will be difficult. Anyways, I'm off to eat free food and drink free booze, bye bye!"
As Rune turned around though, his previous smile faded as he saw Dietrich driving his stake at Skarlet. He didn't have time to react, only enough time to realize this could not turn out well.
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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
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 8, 2019 15:23:37 GMT -8
"Good luck Rune, please remember to taste our great ale!" he said and donned a grin. "Yes, magic is indeed allowed. I hope it will serve you well!"
Kord took the information on Dietrich and nodded. "Looking forward to seeing a priest on the hunt." he said with a wry smile knowing not how soon that would happen.
"Well hello miss." Kord said and nodded at Skarlet. "What is your preferred fighting style and name?" he asked passing her the documents to sign. She did seem a little different though - a princess? Kord scratched his head. But before much more happened his eyes widened as the priest had suddenly raised a stake towards the little miss he was currently talking to.
'Not in his Mead Hall'. Kord was already halfway over the desk as his strong hand reached to intercept the lower arm of Dietrich and if that was not possible he would at least place his wall of a body between the murderous guy and the young princess Skarlet. The ruckus had other Taingaardian warriors stand up resting their hands on their weapons ready to assist the acclaimed Kord Vanskaar in keeping peace inside the Mead Hall.
"We. Don't. Kill. The competition, mister Konstantine!" Kord would say sternly his iron grip only soft in relation to his even harder stare. "No more missteps from you or there will only be one way from here..." he said determinedly as he towered even above Dietrich only letting go if he knew the guy to comply completely. He might have to discuss with the tains to deduct points from this guy already before The Hunt had started.
Kord at the same time spoke to the room. "The Great Hunt is about mankind gathering as brothers and slaying that which threatens our existence and celebrating afterwards. NOT about fighting between each others!" he barked.
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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.
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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.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 8, 2019 15:52:56 GMT -8
"EEk!Yikes!" Skarlet had little time to react but thankfully had some help. She quickly moves away to make space between herself and Templar hadn't noticed. She had been hiding for particular moments such as this! Skarlet had not drawn any weapons in response. She began to skedaddle to rejoin with the familiar faces others who'd finished their paperwork. She waves at pink haired boy before moving into the nearby shadows.
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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 8, 2019 16:13:50 GMT -8
A mix of anger and astonishment washed over Dietrich, golden eyes finding Kord's. He settled on anger. If it were not for Kord impeding his work of ridding the evils of the world, he would have commended him for his titanic stones.
"You protect the Sanguine cur!? Your Gods allow bloodthirsters to prey upon your people!? Sacrilegious pagans, the lot of you, Taingaardians! Impeding the work of a Hunter! Letting evil walk free and take root! The petty rules of your game do not absolve the mutt of her crimes against humankind!"
He wrenched his arm from the iron-like grasp of the Northman, taking a few steps away to avoid another grapple. "Strike me from your records and forget my enlistment to your Hunt, Pagan, I am taking my leave." The Seeker turned in a flourish of anger, stewing within himself for not striking sooner, for not being more observant, so that he may have succeeded. Despite his anger, he had remained composed enough to not slam the door behind him.
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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 18:43:48 GMT -8
Having danced his way across town, Rikhardt had finally arrived at Vanskaar Mead Hall, settling down a little but maintaining his characteristic smooth saunter, every step quiet save for the quiet squeak of oiled muscle upon oiled muscle. He approached desk with his smile that defied philosophers who claimed the impossibility of perfection.
The man approached the desk smirking as he rolled his shoulders to an inner rhythm and nodded to Kord at the sign-up desk, writing "Rikhardt Mielon" as his name, not affiliating himself with any existing team. "It is a pleasure and an honour to see your land and meet you, noble Taingaardian!" The voice was upbeat, cheerful, yet said smoothly with the finest smoulder to it.
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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 20:28:02 GMT -8
Having tied up the stallion outside the Mead Hall, Rudiger continued through the door, squinting his eye to try and adjust to the darkness inside. He fixed his burgundy colored cloak, perhaps because it wasn't sitting right or perhaps because of apprehension from being far, far from home. He had managed to convince the ambassadors to allow him to wear somewhat normal clothes again, because the finery they kept trying to shove on him wouldn't survive a beast hunt.
They had settled on sending him north wearing his usual black breeches, which he nearly cried over when they returned them to him, a light blue shirt with a pressed color forcing it always to stand up, and his riding boots and golden spurs. He had also taken the cloak for warmth, though in the trunk carried by his servants... what a weird thought he realized... outside had several fur lined clothing for the actual excursions.
Finally through the gloom he found what he was looking for: a rather obvious booth for the rather oblivious newcomers. He approached the booth as another patron seemed rather displeased by what, Rudiger didn't know. He watched the patron leave in a huff, and shrugged as he continued to the booth, waiting until the operator returned to his sitting position before stepping up, "I'm here to sign for the hunt?"
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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 22:42:34 GMT -8
Deidra gave a relieved sigh as she stretched wandering into Mead Hall. The run from the shore, through the town and to the doors to the hall had done wonders for her- being cooped up on a ship had begun to drive her mad with how limited the space was to stretch her legs. Though a long time from now, she was already dreading the return trip back.
But that was beside the point as she strolled into the hall looking around for someone she could ask about the hunt. It had seemed like the logical place to check in town. As she wandered further into the hall, her eyes scanned her surroundings before they finally landed on a booth with a bit of a crowd around it. Her footsteps falter before renewing their zeal as she recognized a rather imposing person from behind and she chuckled softly as she came up behind him, pressing a hand to the middle of his back as he spoke to the operator. "As am I. I'm here to keep this old bat in line." She said with a teasing lilt to her tone.
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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
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 8, 2019 23:50:08 GMT -8
Kord did not hold Dietrich back as he withdrew his arm once he had ascertained his intentions. He listened to his words and waited until Dietrich had left the Mead Hall before he went back behind the desk. "There are always those more monstrous than the actual monsters... every year..." he lamented muted as he raised his gaze towards the next person. It was a rather cheerful one and his inner rhythm seemed to even resonate a bit with Kord as a smile crept up his face.
"Well well... Rikhardt Mielon it says here. Do you already have a group or will you hunt alone? And what is your preferred fighting style?" he asked the upbeat contestant.
After finishing with Rikhardt Kord waved the next one over to the table. "Welcome to Vanskaar Meadhall and the official sign up table." he said and nodded. "If you want to sign up please leave your name here and tell me what your preferred fighting style is and if you already have a group or need to be placed in one?" he asked squinting a bit at the man wondering if he was someone important. "Where do you hail from? And is your business here purely that of The Great Hunt or do you have... diplomatic reasons to be here too?" he asked carefully.
Kord's questions seemed to be partly answered by the lady walking up to the counter besides the other man. "I see. Then I have a paper for you too." he said and pushed it over to Deidra. "How about you, how do you fight?" he asked Deidra ready to scribble it down. "And are there more people in your group?" he added inquisitively.
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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 9, 2019 10:32:12 GMT -8
"Both, as it were. I am officially representing the Isran government as well as competing." She said cheerfully. The atmosphere here was far more to her liking than most diplomatic type events she had been to.
"Miss Elizabeth Finch, I prefer Liz though." She stated, leaning down to sign her name. "Fighting style is mounted, on griffin preferably assuming that is allowed. Lance or sword, but I can use whatever is best suited to hunting my quarry."
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Registered: Dec 1, 2018 1:08:20 GMT -8
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 9, 2019 11:40:41 GMT -8
The clatter of the horses’ hooves was lost among the sounds of the city’s day to day life, just another sound among many. Even so the little caravan drew more then a few odd glances. The line of horses, each one strong and agile with a gleam of intelligence in their eyes, lead by a cloaked man on his own horse. The strange part was that seated on many of the horses and on the man’s shoulder was a total of seven ravens all curiously studying the surroundings and crowds.
Alverein surveilled his surroundings with mild interest. It was the furthest he’d been afield in some time and his prospects for sales were good. He’d hired a small competent staff to manage the ranch while he was away and had set off to the meeting place of the hunt on the word of a trusted customer that he’d wanted to purchase a couple good horses and that he would probably be able to sell several others with the crowd the event collected.
He had met his friend who was heading in the other direction on other business and now here he was, a nation away at the drop of a hat, nearing his destination.
He stopped outside of the building he’d been directed too and dismounted gracefully. He patted Umbra’s neck as the raven hopped from his shoulder to the saddle horn with a muttered croak as it tilted its head and studied him with one of its silver eyes.
“Let me know if something goes wrong.” He said quietly, as he checked the silver charm in the shape of a Raven’s skull under the pretense of checking the saddles buckles and the raven cawed echoed by a few of its fellows. He knew that they were all secreted away but no use worrying he thought as he went down the line, feeding each horse a slice of apple as he checked the various hidden charms.
Feeling more secure he gathered them into a group and secured their leads before heading inside.
The warmth felt almost stifling after the long days on the winter roads. He walked in, staff tapping on the floor as he headed across the room to a smaller table with his back to the wall, studying the other occupants before making a move to approach anyone. His clothing for the moment consisted of a fine white shirt with loose sleeves under a black vest, red pants and his polished black boots, his fine black cloak lined with winter wolf fur worn over everything to keep out all but the most arctic chills.
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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 9, 2019 11:44:53 GMT -8
Rudiger nearly jumped as he felt the hand pressed to the small of his back, and nearly reached for the knife in his belt. What a strange land, where any random denizen could feel up strangers! Well apparently it wasn't a native of Taingaard, but rather a close friend. Turning to face Deidra, he chuckled, "You should know better than to surprise people when they're far from home. Never know how they will react." He did reach down and give her a tight hug, letting her know how much he appreciated having a familiar face with him.
Turning back to face Kord, he grabbed the piece of paper proffered to him, and squinted as he tried to figure out what the words said. "Well, uh... a mixture of both honestly..." he muttered as he moved the paper further and closer to his face, trying to get the blurry lines to filter into some form of recognizable shapes. He didn't want to admit that he needed spectacles, a stubbornness maybe from being a noble, or perhaps not wanting to show his age.
"Name's Duke Rudiger Mindaugas, here to represent the Grand Duchy of Voruta, and my 'handler'," he continued with a chuckle, "Is Princess Deidra Nofalo. I usually fight with sword and shield, though I can use a lance or spear if it's required of me. And I do bring a diplomatic gift for the Tain from the Duchy of Voruta."
He looked over to Deidra and asked, "Do you want to be part of a group or let fate put us in one?"
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Arweth Silversong
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 24
Physical Description:
Arweth is a lithe elf, not reaching over five-foot-three. Flowing waves of chestnut hair proceed down to just beneath her shoulder blades, usually whipping around in high winds. Her eyes are a nondescript brown, set upon a conventionally cute face.
Clothes and Equipment:
Her armor is crafted from scales and leather, encompassing her whole body, in a tight fit. It is her second layer of skin, crafted with such finesse, it feels like she is naked, and moves with ease within or without it. Generally in touch with nature, she even forsakes her boots sometimes, to truly be in the grasp of the wild.
Her bow is of an exquisite nature, just like her armor, designed specifically for her. Without proper technique and training, anyone else would only be able to pull it to half-draw.
A knife, ornate, more along the lines of a shortsword with how long it is.
Registered: Jan 9, 2019 11:22:32 GMT -8
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Post by Arweth Silversong on Jan 9, 2019 11:47:51 GMT -8
Her adventure across the sea had been a long and arduous one, she desired nothing more than sleep. So, when she found what closely resembled something of an inn, she was delighted. Closing the door behind her, her steps were light, and she tried to keep herself small, to not bump into others. Then she had spied the table, and the growing collection of people around it, and her interest was piqued.
With no hope of peeking over shoulders, she tried to look through gaps of people, stuck behind the crowd. She skirted the edge of it, unsure if the busy man behind the table would actually notice her.
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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
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 9, 2019 13:01:50 GMT -8
Kord looked at Liz again and nodded. "Then you'd like a word with one of the tains right?" Kord said and added. "I'll put your name right here - I've heard the tain here in Leifheim, Sigrid, comes by later today. She always wants to speak with the participants and even more so with diplomats." Kord explained and noted that she preferred being called 'Liz'. Suddenly Kord opened his eyes wide. "On a griffin!" he exclaimed louder than he should as other Taingaardians started mumbling around the Mead Hall. "Griffins are sacred animals in Taingaard that haven't been seen in decades! You'll be sure to attract some attention on that!" he said marveled by it.
Kord peeked to the newcomers and noticed two elves standing around not approaching the desk yet. Elves were usually incredibly careful and tactful from his experience and by turning his palms upwards and then placing them on the desk he'd signal that there were no others being in front of them in the line right now and that they were fine to step up to the desk and present themselves.
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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 13:04:06 GMT -8
The doors to the mead hall opened once more, as they so often would with more and more visitors pouring in. This time, a small, black-haired figure waltzed in wearing a heavy cloak and little else. She wasn't toned, carried no weapons, and was decidedly underdressed. One had to wonder if she really was a monster hunter or if she was an unfortunate patron who had simply been robbed on the way there.
Her confident stride toward the booth betrayed any thought of this, especially as she wormed her way between two knightly who were crowding it. "Pardon me, don't mind if I do~" she sang, a tint of venom to her sweet tone. She looked up to a certain knight, feigning surprise on her face, though she didn't try very hard. "Well, goodness, look who it is!" she laughed, patting the man on the shoulder. "It's been a little, don't you think? Nearly a month since our last adventure! You look..." A mild grimace, which twisted into a pitiable smile, stretched across her face. "Different. Good different! Are you joining the Hunt? What a surprise! Roxanne should be here any minute now and she and I will be on a team. How about getting the old gang back together? That would be nice, wouldn't it? Speaking of which..."
Turning, she held a hand out to gesture to the other knightly sort. "Who's this? Are you courting her? She seems your type. Congratulations, young lady. He's quite reliable, even though he's got quite the temper. I'm sure you'll be able to fend him off, though. That can be quite an exciting time!"
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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 9, 2019 13:19:08 GMT -8
Oh Heavenly Horsemen, why in the hells do you keep punishing me?
This single thought was the one most present in his mind as he heard the spiteful tone, the venomously dripping words he knew all too well. Somewhere on distant shores, in a small village in Isra, in a field on the edge of a woods being used to grow barley this season, he felt his missing eye rolling proactively for him. Though that rolling eye was very quickly joined with his other one as she tittered on and on.
"Hello Khepri. Yes, yes I did shave and get a hair cut since we last saw each other, though that was very much more than a month ago," he attempted to answer her in turn, though she kept talking over him, "Though it seems like that short a time since then," he muttered under his breath. Which quickly turned into sputtering as Khepri asked if he was courting Deidra.
Dear Heavenly Horsemen? What the hells do you get from my suffering?
His face turned a very, very deep crimson as Khepri kept talking to Deidra. "We're not courting Khepri, Deidra's a friend of mine from the road. And I've not lost my temper in a long while!" he said, quite evident that he was about to.
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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 9, 2019 13:57:49 GMT -8
Deidra had given a warm smile as she stood on her toes to give Rudiger a warm embrace. Or as well as she could in the light armor that she wore. The man was one of the few good friends she'd made on her pilgrimage and she just seemed to keep running into him. She refrained from teasing him when she saw him struggling to read the words on the page though she almost regretted it as he proceeded to introduce her.
"Just Deidra is fine. I don't carry my title with me. Especially as I try to stay under cover." She said eyeballing Rudi but she turned back to the operator again. "I fight with my sword as he does and my armor is enchanted. It can take various forms for defense. I also have some skill with arch-" She cut off as she felt something trying to wriggle between her and Rudiger. She blinked and turned to look not seeing anything for a moment. Gundulf gave her a soft growl and just before Khepri spoke her eyes sunk to the slight woman.
Her brows slowly inched up her face as she listened to the woman, her expression becoming more confused the longer she spoke, her eyes flickering up between Rudiger and her. She wasn't disturbed by the insinuation that they were courting, in fact found it a touch funny, but the woman was... a lot to take in all at once.
She cleared her throat after a moment to get their attention, reminding them of her existence. She smiled softly once she had their attention. "Rudiger, deep breaths. That record may me nearing it's end." She mused as she tapped him lightly on the shoulder before turning back down to the woman. "It is... nice to meet you, Miss. As Rudiger said already, quite hastily to my chagrin, we aren't courting." Her piercing gray eyes locked onto Rudiger dancing a bit with mirth. "We do know each other though as we've actually been on a hunt for a beast before. I was about to offer to be on a team before you interrupted us, coincidentally." She said looking down at the smaller woman, stepping back half a step so she could actually size her up properly.
"...Forgive me for saying, but you don't really appear to be the hunting type. Are you here for the right event?" She asked cocking her head to the side, not meaning to be rude though it may be taken as such. Especially as the silver wolf on her shoulder appeared to start snickering.
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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 Jan 9, 2019 22:19:55 GMT -8
How long had she been in Taingaard now? A few weeks? A month? It was hard to recall. All the days seemed to blend together here, and she'd lost track of time during all the Skulhoy business. It didn't really matter, though. She'd come here to clear her head, to get away from everyone back home. She'd needed the time to herself, and it had really helped. No more moping about, no more pining for Aegon, who she was almost certainly never going to see again. It had been good for her, coming out here. Even though she'd never really gotten used to the cold, the very warm and durable coat she'd acquired had served well to keep her warm.
She approached the mead hall, wondering what all the ruckus was about. Had people begun arriving for the hunt already? She hadn't realized it was such a big event, but it sounded like there was a small army in there. Tying her hair into the tight braid that so many other women around here wore, she stepped up to the door. Hopefully there would still be a table open so that she could get some breakfast. As she opened the door and crossed the threshold, she paused for a moment, realizing exactly how many people had arrived. Many of them looked like foreigners here, too. How big was this hunt, anyway? As she made her way towards her usual spot, however, a very familiar high-pitched voice caught her ear. She froze, glancing around. There was no way...but that voice was unmistakable. Looking about, she spotted the source and sighed. What was Khepri doing here? She couldn't hunt! Was she just here to torment her? Looking up, she also spotted the one-eyed knight, whose name she'd since forgotten. The whole crowd was here, it seemed. Glancing back, she weighed her options for a moment. Perhaps she'd still be able to sneak out the door without Khepri noticing her...but she still had yet to sign up for the hunt. Could she slip past her and sign up without being spotted? She'd have to try. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the hood of her coat up over her head, making sure that her long white hair was tucked inside. Mingling into the crowd, she tried to pass the indecently dressed bird-woman as inconspicuously as possible as she walked towards the registration booth.
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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
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Post by Kord Vanskaar on Jan 10, 2019 0:05:43 GMT -8
"Deidra it is then." Kord said and wrote down her fighting style. "Sword, bow... yes?" he said and looked up as suddenly Deidra seemed as if she was interrupted. Kord lifted an eyebrow as the bird woman had placed herself at the desk - that definitely wasn't a griffin. She lacked grace and tact too it seemed. His eyes dotted from Rudiger to Deidra and wondered why even her friends seemed like they wanted as little to do with the bird woman as possible. "Are you here to sign up for the hunt too?" Kord asked carefully although ready to ask for name and hand her the papers if it seemed so.
They just kept coming, and although it was hard work Kord was happy to accommodate all of them - and sell them a fair amount of drinks too. "You there..! The white haired young woman with the pale complexion!" Kord called out towards Roxanne. "You don't have to be shy hiding beneath that cloak, we're all friends in here! Step up!" he exclaimed with a jolly voice that boomed through the Mead Hall. Nobody had to feel left out or having to hide inside Vanskaar Mead Hall and Kord was going to make sure she didn't either!
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