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 Jan 15, 2019 9:15:48 GMT -8
The next day a notice was given to all participants to gather at the porch of the House of The Tain called Upon The Gaze of Gods where the teams would be announced and The Great Hunt would officially be started!
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Kaen Kogoeshinu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 27
Registered: May 23, 2017 23:35:01 GMT -8
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Post by Kaen Kogoeshinu on Jan 15, 2019 20:10:55 GMT -8
Kaen stood amongst the crowd, the silver in his bang hang in just over his left eye. The Kogoeshinu family sword for snuggle underneath his travel belt. His icy blue gaze scaned across the crowd. Big turnout, he thought to himself, I wonder how many are actually here for the hunt?
His eyes looked up at the orge that arrived with them. They stood amongst his kinsman from Tawakoshi. He decided to head into the mead hall, following suit of the others that appeared. He bowed before a woman who was scrambling around with drinks, "Excuse me where do I sign up for the hunt?" He said with not a hint of an accent, luckily for him before going to Kyonai to join the Hizashi clan he had traveled around before his exile. She pointed over to the desk that had drawn a crowd of various people had come from all over the known world. He stood behindI'd the line until his turn came.
Now he stood before the person behind the desk, he gave a curt and polite bow. "Kaen Kogoeshinu representing Tawakoshi signing in for the hunt." He said again with no trace of a foreign accent.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Jan 16, 2019 3:42:38 GMT -8
Once again Wuppo found himself traveling abroad. If anything, Wuppo had learned that there was a strange and varied world outside the borders of Tawakoshi, and seeing it with his friend (never mind him also being High Lord) Kojuro, made the traveling seem more like an epic adventure with his friends rather than trudging to one diplomatic obligation to the next. There was always more to see, and always questions to ask, and Wuppo almost seemed to thrive being outside of his element in Tawakoshi. In truth, Wuppo was likely very used to being an outsider, even in his home of Tawakoshi, so the culture shock of so many different lands didn't seem to phase the ogre much.
One thing that did fascinate Wuppo, however, was the presence of giants in Taingraad. It was the first time he'd ever seen beings as tall (or taller) than he was. They still appeared to be human, but just very large humans. Wuppo, being an ogre, looked different from his human counterparts, but to be in the company of giants that looked a little more like him at least in size was a new experience. Wuppo followed the other members of the Tawakoshi party, and presented himself at the sign-in desk; not that he would be hard to miss.
"I'z Wuppo!" the ogre announced himself, standing clad in the warm, heavy green garment that had been given to all the members of the party. "Here for hunt! Wuppo finds dem furry, brings dem back, an' we'z eat da nice food." Wuppo had already apparently been told of the feasting that went along with the great hunt in Taingraad.
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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 16, 2019 21:54:58 GMT -8
"That's because they don't really know what's good for them, but that's okay. I don't put it past humans to be unsure about these things," said the Bird to Deidra, smiling as she narrowed her eyes. She thanked Kord, though she grimaced lightly. Skjald? Such an ungraceful name. Instantly she disliked it, but she had more pressing matters. It seemed already that the few of them were teaming up against her. Well, how ungrateful.
To answer all the numerous questions aimed at her, the Bird breathed through her lips and closed her eyes to calm herself. When she opened them, her mouth was drawn into a thin line. She closed her hand around the lyre, causing it to dissolve and return to her body. Her wings vanished once more, draping around her shoulders in the same drab cloak from before.
"Yes, as you two remember, this is the same magic as before. Except much, much stronger. It would be a mistake to not ask for me to be on your team. I thought you all wanted to win."
Brow wrinkling, the bird frowned and turned away from them, intent on finding a room for the night. "Fine, then. I'll leave it up to fate, yes? You make your team. I'll find my own."
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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 18, 2019 12:24:05 GMT -8
Sigrid gave a measured smile and returned the handshake. "Consul Elizabeth Finch, I see." Sigrid said and nodded. "Liz it is, but I'll have to insist that you call me tain Sigrid whenever we are out in public like this." she added. "As I understood from Erik empress Naoki appointed you to participate? I hope you're not doing this lightly, because it's both fun and dangerous business." Sigrid said and smirked. "You intend on bringing the griffin too?" Sigrid asked well aware that it was indeed Liz who owned it. "Of course, Tain Sigrid. The Empress did appoint me, yes, though after hearing about it I may very well have come on my own. It's a fascinating event." She paused, wondering if the comment was intended to be offensive, then decided she didnt care either way. "St. George and I have been partners a long time, he has carried me through many battles. I would be remiss to not have him with me for this."
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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 19, 2019 17:52:21 GMT -8
After having been given some time to take her mind off the disrespectful events encountered earlier, Khepri came back to the mead hall from her room. To ward off the cold while the kept the sun's light stored within the gem, she put on a tunic and a few skirts, but only for the night.
Something earlier had caught her eye, but she was not in the position or the mood to address it. She was hoping they were still there, and to her luck... they were.
That pair. The indisputably ugly man and a woman of such beauty she threatened the Bird's ego. There was no pause as she moved toward them, addressing the woman first.
"I have yet to encounter a human of such beauty," said the Bird. Her eyes ticked toward the ruffian, eyebrow perched. "It raises quite a few questions. I can't be rude, however." The bard raised her hand to shake his. "I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise. You two are?"
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Jan 23, 2019 10:24:54 GMT -8
Seijo quietly worked on oiling his blade in peace, while Izanami stood nearby obediently, her hands clasped as she observed his work. Yet, they were fated to not be alone for long. Before long their presence was graced by one whose beauty was remarkable, but whose attitude, Seijo noted, needed some work. The woman's implication was more than enough to alter the two to her thoughts, even if she did not speak them for modesty's sake. With the compliment, Izanami smiled beauteously, only lending to her appearance as she put a hand on her own cheek as if out of embarrassment.
"I am Seijo Ito." the man addressed, regarding her hand with some trepidation. When he was not stopped by his spirit guide, however, he shook her hand once. He hated how much physical contact these societies required between strangers. Was a simple bow not enough? "This is Izanami, my follower. What, might I ask is a Bird of Paradise?" he wished to seem more casual, to go back to working on his equipment, but he found himself having a difficult time pulling his focus away from the creature before him.
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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 24, 2019 18:04:59 GMT -8
A smile slid across the woman's face. "Amusing. You're one of the few to ask. To put it simply, I'm a chimera from Paradise Island. To get into the details... once there was a sun god by the name of Sulras. One day, he laid his eyes on the most splendid bird he'd ever seen, swathed in colors unknown even to him. Enraptured, he took the bird and coveted it."
The woman lifted her hands and entwined her fingers, the smirk never leaving her face. "Through their time together, the Birds of Paradise created, half god, half bird, and yet so much more in their own right. When we bathe in the sun we retain Sulras' gifts and are beholden to amazing powers. Yet... without it, we become human. I've still yet to figure out why."
Satisfied with her answer, she held a hand out toward Izanami. "Now that I've told my story, may I ask now... what is she? And who are you to her?"
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Jan 26, 2019 9:44:58 GMT -8
Seijo regarded Khepri with quiet contemplation as she went on to explain what manner of creature she was. Well, she certainly didn't seem the type to keep secrets, but he considered her story with a grain of salt. Did he believe her story about a foreign god coveting birds? Of course not. But he was satisfied with letting such doubts go unsaid for now, so long as she wasn't asking him to follow in her worship.
"Then I'm sure your magic will be of some use to someone in the hunts." he replied in what he determined to be diplomatic. Yet, as she turned her attention to Izanami, he began to scrutinize her more closely.
Izanami for her part, looked down at the hand, smiling before she bent at the waist, giving a silent bow.
"Izanami is a priestess from my land." he told her, deciding on one of his more convenient lies for the topic. "She follows me to help keep my blade and person blessed, since my primary quarry is Oni and other such spirits. Her religious vows prevent her from speaking, or touching others but myself when necessary." The spirit did not confirm or deny the lie, instead turning her intense blue eyes back to Khepri.
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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 Feb 13, 2019 13:30:07 GMT -8
"A priestess, you say? I'm not sure I've heard of one. What are the requirements for such a profession?" she asked, keeping her eyes on Izanami for a moment. She directed her questions to this particularly attractive human, knowing full well that she wasn't going to get what she wanted. It didn't hurt to try.
Oni, priestess. All were such words that Khepri hadn't come across. Even their names were strange in comparison to the ones that belonged to her commonly kept companions. They must have been from a long ways away, just like Taingaard. She had so many questions, but didn't want to overwhelm either of them. Not yet. "There seems to be five in your party then. Or are you not joining in the Hunt proper?"
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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.
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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
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Post by Kari Valkyrja on Feb 20, 2019 19:55:04 GMT -8
Just outside the Mead Hall, the wind began to pick up only moments before a 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. She rolled her shoulders and leaned back in her chair, her eyes never ceasing to move, watching the occupants inside. Quietly, she watched for a lead in her little journey. So far, there was 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.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Aug 9, 2019 17:28:27 GMT -8
James reclined in his seat, chair leaned back into the corner as he sipped at the glass of wine he held. It was amazing what setting and attire could do for a man, Sibylle could easily see the difference in posture and bearing between the bartender she'd met behind the counter and the warrior lounging in armor with blades at hip. He scanned the room through half-lidded eyes as he sighed.
"Regina, you always send me to the most wonderful places." He murmured to no-one in particular as he watched one man break their mug over another's head.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Aug 9, 2019 17:47:24 GMT -8
Tala was happy to leave the troll hunting party far behind, hardly paying attention as they whispered to each other about something reeking like a wet dog. This was why one traveled alone; staying far away from the gossip and the judgment always brought about silence so golden she could scarcely ever wait to return to it.
The mercenary found herself at a local tavern. It was a place where she did not always feel the warmth of welcome. Could it have anything to do with the wealthy and the privileged sitting in all of their fineries. Oh, how often they, too, liked to complain, whenever the dirty huntress came around, but most of them were wise enough to leave the she-wolf alone. Even so, it was a nice place to celebrate a successful hunt, and she liked how the attendants didn't treat her any differently than those with many coins to spare.
Tala had begun the night in a corner all alone ignorant newcomers seemed to feel like labeling themselves disturbers of the peace as they decided to sit a little too close for comfort. Although Tala wasn't entirely unfriendly (others begged to differ), she wasn't sure about their intentions, and thus remained wary. She gestured to a woman her empty mug, but she wasn't as quick to refill it as others'. Tala sighed, grabbing the woman's arm as she tried to pass by. She looked startled but defiant. Tala could respect that.
"The mug is empty, woman," were the clumsy words that fell out. The woman yanked her arm from Tala's hand and stormed away. "Wait, I meant no disrespect," Tala sighed dejectedly after her, putting her face in her hands. She wasn't drunk enough for this.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Aug 9, 2019 21:47:37 GMT -8
Kas did not know much about James. Other than their first meeting- which included a squabbling demon and a god-possessed arse- they didn't have the time to get to know one another well. Perhaps he knew she was rowdy, talked too much, cared little for modesty, and threw herself joyously into dangerous situations, but did he know what her favorite color was? No. They did not share the essential things between them, and Kasimir hoped that a drink at the mead hall would fix such problems.
She creaked back in her chair in an attempt to look over James' shoulder as he looked about. She perked a brow.
"Looking for-" she began, only to see the spectacle that had drawn her companion's attention. She grinned wide and raised her stein in cheers. "Ah, quality entertainment. Good show."
It was during this moment that another woman walked in, catching Kasimir's eye. Casually, she watched her poor attempt at getting something to drink. Her shoulders bobbed in a chuckle as she raised her tankard for the second time.
"Perhaps my jug is too large for one wee lass! What say you, traveler?" she lied, but in the friendliest way possible.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Aug 10, 2019 19:21:55 GMT -8
James sighed. He was one to travel quietly, quickly, and above all, discretely. This was being proven to be very hard in present company. He blinked languidly as he took in the developing brawl and the people closing in to break it up, and decided that even if it didn’t stop it was not likely to spill over into their area. He didn’t like fighting drunks.
People… broke too easily. Spend a lifetime fighting the unholy and undead, and one usually found themselves considering living creatures to be supremely breakable.
Meanwhile his companion was getting drunk, again, and he just hoped she wouldn’t start another game of strip poker. She’d won last time, but the men who’d lost all their gold and clothes had not taken kindly to the act. He absentmindedly massaged the mottled bruise over his ribs as he winced and took another sip of wine. It looked like it was going to be another long night…
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Aug 10, 2019 19:58:15 GMT -8
Tala sighed, observing the cheerful woman with strange eyes, and the brooding nobleman next to her. To mingle with strangers, or go without a drink? To be, or not to be? She stood, and moved to swipe the tankard from the table belonging to the bar fighters, making sure to catch the rude waitress' evil glare. What was her problem anyway? She made her way over to the stranger's table and sat, fighting jitters in her gut. Tala generally went without mingling. But there was something about them, or more specifically, her. Perhaps it was that she reminded the woman of her younger, more impressionable self.
"Don't mind if I do," came the straight-faced reply. She held up the tankard. "Tala."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Aug 21, 2019 16:38:42 GMT -8
The woman's grin widened as the stranger sat with them. "Kasimir," she introduced herself before nudging the man at her side in the ribs. "And this scalding bloke is James. I'm sure he'll say hello when he's ready," she chided with a smirk.
"What brings you here? Just a drink? By the looks of it, you must live here." Kas eyed the bar wench who had so rudely denied Tala a drink. She wondered if there was any previous bad blood between them. Perhaps the wench was having a particularly shit night.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
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One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Aug 22, 2019 16:16:30 GMT -8
James rolled easily with the hard elbow so as to keep it from leaving a sore spot, a lazy if a somewhat cold smile curving his lips as he examined the newcomer with deceptively tired looking eyes. Being sociable was all well in good in secure surroundings, but this was about as far as one could get from those.
"You're still sore about the handshake incident aren't you?" He asked Sibylle lazily. "You deal with intelligent wights and see how your actions get effected." He finished, his tone a bit frosty.
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Tala
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Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Aug 22, 2019 20:34:44 GMT -8
“Aye,” she sighed, “For now… I sell my sword; I come, and go…” It was a simple life, one that was only just beginning to grow on her. Tala gave a half-smile at the familiarity of James guarded nature, and regarded the way that he spoke as a fortunate upbringing, even the finery of his attire. His choice in company was telling, however. Unlike James, Kasimir’s improvisational clothing spoke of a more underground profession. Eyes narrowed, Tala passed the tavern wench a dismissive roll of the eyes, and spent the next several seconds chugging the contents of the tankard. She lazily set the mug down on the table with a loud thunk. “Me and my merry band o’ brothers come t’ celebrate a successful hunt,” she said dryly, gesturing at no-one. “'Tis nice t' see couples out adventurin' together.”
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Aug 26, 2019 21:43:19 GMT -8
Kas narrowed her eyes critically at the man. "Mad. Who, me? No, I just thought our guest ought to ready herself for the blizzard that is-" She straightened herself and pouted her lips, putting a hand to her chest and deepening her voice, "-James Deepwinter."
She sank back into her chair with a shit-eating grin before focusing on this woman, Tala. A stranger, a traveler... a sellsword! How interesting.
Kas, who was taking a sip of her mead, was getting ready to ask about this hunt right up until Tala said the word "couples." She lurched forward, nose dripping into her tankard, clearing her throat strongly.
"... sorry, what?"
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