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 27, 2019 15:34:12 GMT -8
“I didn’t say mad. I said sore.” James said, the lazy grin widening. “Thank you for proving my point.”
Then he turned his attention back to Tala. “And us, a couple? That’s funny. Heh. The problem with that is that I have these things called standards.” He replied, chuckling.
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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 Sept 2, 2019 16:28:34 GMT -8
Tala paused, then let out a boisterous laugh that could be heard from every corner of the tavern. Some looked their way, but most minded their own business. When she was finished hollering, she sighed. She had a laugh like that in a while. And it was the first time in a long time since she had laughed with strangers. "Standards? Is that why you're here in this filthy tavern," she said with a hoity accent, clearly mocking the noble, "and not in some fancy castle with some fancy lady." Tala smirked at Kasimir. The woman had spunk, and Tala liked that. During the exchange of words, a man had come by to collect a small pouch of coin Tala had held behind her back, as subtle as can be in a noisy, crowded tavern.
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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 Sept 7, 2019 13:03:59 GMT -8
"I'm getting this undeniable sense that you'd like to fight, Deepwinter. I wonder what that's about?" said Kasimir with a devil's grin. "Wanna find out?"
This other silver tongue, this Tala, she placated the scrappy warrior before she could get a chance to tackle James to the ground. Her head whipped back in a laugh.
"We find ourself in good company tonight! How pleasantly surprising. Do you plan to stay in town for long?"
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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 Sept 8, 2019 17:17:10 GMT -8
"If stating the truth is fighting words then shall I do naught but lie?" James said in a sarcastically aggrieved voice as he placed a hand over his heart. "If I offend, let me offer my... sincerest apologies." He finished with a Cheshire grin, the rooms flickering light reflecting off his eyes beneath his hood as he raised his glass in a mocking toast.
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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 Sept 8, 2019 20:39:28 GMT -8
"Never for long," she said. Tala couldn't remember the last time she had stayed in one place for more than a week or so. Never allowing herself to become too comfortable with the people or the places. It kept her safe, and others. "No sitting still for more than the job requires."
Tala laughed yet again at the interaction between the two, and a different wench filled their mugs, with the other one no longer in sight. Shift change, maybe. Tala got the sense that it would be in her best interest to not get in between them in a fight, and wasn't sure if she would ever actually want to get into it with either one of them. The dark and dangerous duo seemed like a force to be reckoned with. Someone broke into song at the other end of the bar. She drank.
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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 Sept 13, 2019 18:18:19 GMT -8
Kas steamed mischievously as well. Oh, he would get an earful soon enough.
"Well, then I assume you know the area quite well. Perhaps you're looking for another job?" the warrior asked with a grin. "You see, we've taken up a quest for Taingaard when we're not particularly familiar with the entire continent as a whole, and I'm afraid I can't lead the astute gentleman with his rather delicate sensibilities all by myself. Some company would be well worth our money and time."
The flask was swung back, eyes darting over at James. Even if he tried to deny her request, the old lady who employed them had more than enough gold laying beneath her pillows to pay three of them!
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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 Sept 14, 2019 17:41:04 GMT -8
James just raised an eyebrow at her look. He didn’t think Regina would mind paying three people but only if she’d personally hired them.
“If we have to divide the payment further, just be aware that I’m keeping my half and you can split yours with her.” He said with a droll stare, gesturing with his wine glass at Tala.
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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 Sept 16, 2019 19:52:39 GMT -8
Tala was happy to have another job so soon after the last, but dreaded having to guide the pompous noble about. It was all well and good, however, because without alcohol in her system, Tala was as silent as the grave, and never bothered to say much. She wondered how Kasimir would cope.
"One Tree Hill. Tomorrow at Dawn."
Tala left them, having grown tired of socializing. She went to the bar to pay for a room and disappeared up the stairs.
[Exit scene]
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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 Sept 23, 2019 19:33:48 GMT -8
Kasimir seemed entirely too pleased with herself.
"Well, perhaps I'll have gained more than just a share of gold," she gloated to James. "And I don't imagine you know where to find all the items the old witch asked us to find, now do you? No, you don't! Because you haven't been to Taingaard even one measly second more than me!"
She sat down, put her feet up, and crossed her ankles as she watched Tala disappear upstairs. "We need a guide, and by the Gods, I've found one."
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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 Sept 24, 2019 20:12:48 GMT -8
James quirked an eyebrow as he eyed her speculatively.
"I'm not sure Lady Fletcher would appreciate being refereed to as "the old witch"." He said evenly before taking a slow drink. "And I don't object to a guide, I'm just making the point that we have no guaranty that we'll get an increase in total pay, and I unfortunately have places to send the coin I earn from this and other ventures. Please don't mistake my caution for callousness or naivete."
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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 Oct 12, 2019 19:27:55 GMT -8
"I think Lady Fletcher wants the job done, and I don't think she cares much who helps to do it. Better than receiving our heads after we've wandered stupidly into somewhere we shouldn't be. Then again, my quick thinking and your natural charm could get us out of just about anything." She quirked a brow, then laughed.
Holding up her key, she gestured to stairs and finished her drink in a great gulp. "I will also retire. Think it over! The idea will grow on you."
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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 Oct 13, 2019 8:48:29 GMT -8
James blinked slowly and raised his glass in a toast, watching her retire. He let his free hand settle absently on the pommel of one of the blades that hung at his hip, the chill numb of spending a long day outside in winter working its way up his arm. He’d considered retiring himself but… he found that he didn’t sleep as much as he used to. With Regina’s help he’d removed the layered bindings that had locked away the heirloom’s power, and he was starting to question the wisdom of that act. He took a deep breath and exhaled a faint cloud of mist before knocking back his drink and pulling out a book, ready to spend a long night nestled in the dark corner.
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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 Oct 19, 2019 12:55:42 GMT -8
The next morning, before the sun began to color the sky, Kasimir bounced down the stairs from her room, skidding into the bar with wide-eyed readiness. Her pack jangled on her back, filled with all the bits of pieces of armor she had scavenged.
She reached inside of it and pulled out a scroll, but instead of opening it, she scanned the room for her fellow adventurers. After all, she had already read the thing several times over, but she needed to let them know what they were looking for. She already knew that James wasn't precisely mirthful about the trip. Then again, he was regularly dour and sour through and through- still!- She couldn't imagine either of them throwing a celebration for the trip ahead.
Kas had spoken to Regina at length about this. The money promised to get these materials weren't for nothing.
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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 Oct 20, 2019 17:42:25 GMT -8
James was slumped in his chair in the corner, obviously sleeping, and it seemed that no one had wanted to disturb him. A quiet wheezy rattle came from him as he breathed slowly and deeply, a faint trace of mist escaped his lips on each exhale. His eyes flicked back and forth under his lids and he twitched very occasionally, one arm dropped at his side, his book unconsciously hanging from his fingers in a loose grip. The air around him was noticeably cooler then the rest of the room and the servers occasionally cast an odd glance in his direction.
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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 Oct 20, 2019 19:02:07 GMT -8
Tala sat comfortably on a large boulder beneath a mighty rowan tree which hung over the tavern. The sound of whetstone against steel and the early morning birds was as soothing as the sweetest song. Pangs of melancholy gently moved in her as the stranger in her bed the night prior, although at that point she was far from a stranger. The uncertainty of their arrangement lightly weighing on her conscience. She left before her companions awakened, although there were plenty of lively patrons still scattered about the place. She watched the nobleman, asleep in the cold, dark corner. There was something about him she could not place. Something familiar, but she pushed it away. Having left a note of her whereabouts with him she set about her task as a devout priest to a holy relic.
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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 Oct 26, 2019 17:23:13 GMT -8
Catching sight of James, Kasimir approached. She studied his sloped form, footfalls becoming lighter as she neared.
Slowly, gently, she laid a hand on his shoulder. Warriors like him were rarely heavy sleepers, so she saw no need to shake him unless it took him longer to wake up.
"Hey," she spoke, perking a brow. "It's time. I'm going to go find our guide if you need to prepare."
Without waiting, she scoured the bar briefly before walking outside, finding Tala without trouble.
Raising her hand, she waved to her fellow adventurer and jogged over, equipment jangling with her movements. "And a good morning to you," she greeted. "It looks like you're nearly ready. Let me show you where we're headed- or, well, what we need, so you can tell us where we're headed."
Opening the scroll, she crouched and laid it across her thighs. "We need... nechrome, a fairly large piece, enough to forge a helm; wood from Hindra, the great tree used to create your ships; and... leather, a special type made from the straps of something long dead. My, my, wasn't she vague there. But that seems to be all. Simple, right? Oh, and the old hag said that we have a bargaining chip for the nechrome. Who would we be bargaining with?"
Most people in Taingaard knew, but the majority wouldn't even bother to show the two travelers into the woods of witches, the only ones known to acquire such a volatile, cursed metal.
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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.
———-
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 Oct 27, 2019 19:15:51 GMT -8
James twitched, half drawing his shortsword as he began to stand. He shook the sleep from his head, returning the blade to its home fully with a clack. Letting out his breath in a faint cloud he strode after Sibylle. Where she rattled as she jogged he glided along with an unnatural silence, acknowledging their guide with a firm nod as he scanned their surroundings.
"Hanged men tend to be a good source of long dead leather, but I'm not much for binding things in human skin." He said with a grim smile.
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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 Oct 27, 2019 20:37:14 GMT -8
"G'day," Tala nodded to the two as they approached. Finished with polishing the blade, she stood and put it back in its scabbard with practiced ease. Kasimir wasted no time in getting straight to business, which is just how she liked it. She gave Tala a list of things they would be seeking on their quest. As she listened she realized the business was proving itself to be more than she had bargained for. Thinking she would be nothing more than a mere guide, now it was looking to be something a bit more intense than showing them around the country. "Do ye 'ave a death wish?" Tala smiled without smiling. Do No doubt that they were experienced warriors. That much could be understood with a glance. But did the two even knew what they were getting themselves into? Her smile fell. There was a silence as Tala thought heavily on what she would say. "I'll take ye to these places. To that much, I agreed. But, there is much danger there. I'll have to triple me charge."
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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 Oct 29, 2019 7:26:11 GMT -8
Kas could only toss James a loud, dry "Hah!" Before giving him a wry smile. What a cheery jokester this one was!
Returning her attention to Tala, she raised her brows curiously. She opened her mouth to answer, but the Viking spoke too soon for her to do so.
"Triple your charge? And why is that? What are these places that we venture forth toward?" she pressed. Kas cupped her chin in her hand, fingers tapping against her lips. Triple her charge? Now that had to be unreasonable! This quest could not possibly be so bad.
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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 Nov 12, 2019 11:27:36 GMT -8
James guessed Sibylle's thoughts from her expression. He grimaced as he realized that once again, Regina had sent him and others after materials that were best left alone, and no doubt he'd find them hip deep in dysenterous shit fending off impossible odds just to return to a pouch of gold and an employer who soon sequestered herself. The job's he'd done for the noble had deepened his respect for the people he'd paid for certain materials, but as an adventurer and enchanter he'd done enough of his own work. And often he was able to obtain materials for himself along with those for Regina and was later able to apply what she learned to his own projects. In any case he just waited for their guide to explain. Maybe he was wrong for once. The sarcastic tones of his own thought returned the grim smile to face as he snorted quietly. Yeah. That was likely.
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