Evelar
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Height: 6'5
His elven blood is evident from his tall and borderline lanky form.
He has straight black hair he keeps shoulder length and sometimes ties up.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black cloak lined with fur and fastened with a glinting red stone. A leather belt with many bulging pouches is fastened around his waist.
Weapon of choice is his halberd named Guinmeir that he wields both as a staff or as an axe depending on the situation.
Registered: Aug 15, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Post by Evelar on Aug 17, 2018 19:09:57 GMT -8
It was a late afternoon in the woods. The trees were the vibrant green of a summer deciduous forest. All manners of fauna could be heard croaking, chirping, or singing their own voices into the forest's symphony. Dirt paths snaked through the forest, trodden bare and smooth by the feet of many travelers, and it looked like some more were making their way through.  |
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Evelar
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Height: 6'5
His elven blood is evident from his tall and borderline lanky form.
He has straight black hair he keeps shoulder length and sometimes ties up.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black cloak lined with fur and fastened with a glinting red stone. A leather belt with many bulging pouches is fastened around his waist.
Weapon of choice is his halberd named Guinmeir that he wields both as a staff or as an axe depending on the situation.
Registered: Aug 15, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Post by Evelar on Aug 17, 2018 19:40:24 GMT -8
Evelar hummed to himself as he walked down the forest path. He had the sleeves of his cloak rolled up and the hood thrown back, it was way too hot. He considered fanning himself with Guienmier, the blade part was a fan shape, right? But decided against it, he kind of liked his face, hacking it off wasn’t something he wanted to deal with right now, he was on a job.
The small leather satchel strapped to his belt smacked heavily against his side with every step. He should fix that, sometime, it kind of hurt.
Evelar had been low on cash lately, and he was sick of living on bread and beans, he wanted some meat. The job shouldn’t be too hard, he thought to himself, a simple delivery task, sure it was for an extremely rare and valuable item, but the logistics were the same. As long as he didn’t run into any thieves, vagabonds, or other tiresome folk it would be smooth sailing to quite a while of good meals after this job was done.
The satchel hitting his thigh incessantly annoyed him enough to finally pause on the path to untie it from his belt. He considered where to put it to be better fastened. Perhaps he could tie it to his ankle. He knelt down on the path to try lashing the satchel to his ankle.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48 
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Aug 19, 2018 11:43:09 GMT -8
By long ears, Evelar would hear the clop-clop-clop of hooves in the distance. A horse and a hypothetical rider were coming from behind, but far in the distance so as to be obscured by branches, leaves and trees. It abruptly slowed down and then stopped as it got closer to be replace with a spluttering of mud, the addition of a pair of feet quite audible. Soon the sound stopped altogether until a branch rustled quite close. At that point a turn of the head would show a figure moving along with his horse pulled by rope down the path. The man wore partial plate over leather clothing and had his face obscured by a brown shawl. As he neared he raised a hand in something between greeting and salute, before lowering it and speaking. "Hail friend, you would not have seen a woman running along this road by chance? She would be quite pale, hair changing colour. It is quite important." The words were slightly muffled by the shawl but nevertheless projected to be loud and clear, a slightly northern accent on the tongue. |
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Evelar
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Height: 6'5
His elven blood is evident from his tall and borderline lanky form.
He has straight black hair he keeps shoulder length and sometimes ties up.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black cloak lined with fur and fastened with a glinting red stone. A leather belt with many bulging pouches is fastened around his waist.
Weapon of choice is his halberd named Guinmeir that he wields both as a staff or as an axe depending on the situation.
Registered: Aug 15, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Post by Evelar on Aug 19, 2018 14:20:46 GMT -8
Evelar heard the sound of hooves further down on the path. Looks like he would have to talk to a person today after all. He quickly finished securing the satchel to his ankle, binding it tighter than it probably needed to be and concealed the bundle under his pants. He would rather be safe than sorry. He stood up and gave his leg a good hardy shake, the satchel didn’t budge. Evelar gave a little grin of satisfaction to himself and looked up just as the sound of hooves slowed and stopped.
He spotted the tall man leading his pony down the road. Evelar could hardly see the man’s face, it was covered completely by a heavy-looking shawl. What kind of a dolt wore shawls in the middle of summer? Ones with something to hide usually. And ones that were talking to him apparently. Evelar listened to the muffled question from the man and considered his options. He could give a simple answer, -No, nope, haven’t seen here good-day my friend, i’ll be on my way- something simple as that. He felt the satchel on his ankle press into his bone like a little kid tugging at your pants to remind you that it requires attention. It would be unwise to get into some sort of muddle now.
But then again, the stranger didn’t know he had anything of value on him, and his burden was concealed well. He debated for a moment longer before his curiosity won out in the end. He would have a little discussion with this traveler, see what came of it.
“Hail fellow traveler. You know, you shouldn’t assume strange folk are your friends, I might be a murderer for all you know."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Aug 21, 2018 0:59:49 GMT -8
Arya was walking down the road, enjoying the nice summer day as she walked through the forest, not in a hurry to get anywhere at all. After all, she had no destination in mind. She just traveled for traveling's sake these days really...
She did not wear her armor at the time, but instead a more practical ensemble of clothing, consisting of a light breathable light blue tunic that was held together by a simple brown leather belt around her waist that also held her golden sword's sheath. The tunic was sleeveless, showing off the lean muscle of her arms, indicating she probably had experience using her sword too. On her legs she wore, brown leather pants and boots. Besides her sword, the only other thing she carried was a brown leather satchel over one of her shoulders.
Arya would approach from the other direction, coming from where Evelar was heading down the path. She would come within earshot just as Evelar spoke his last sentence.
"Tall-man gives good advice," she said, indicating Evelar with a glint of amusement in her ruby-colored eyes. She enjoyed meeting people of all kinds, it was one of the reasons why she traveled so much rather than settle down somewhere. She didn't expect to run into anyone out here in the middle of the woods, however, so this was a welcome surprise for her.
"I really hope neither of you are murderers though, that would be rather poor luck considering you two are the first I've run into today so far."
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Aug 21, 2018 6:48:50 GMT -8
The reply of the stranger was odd, hurried. Perhaps he had seen his quarry, and was lying about it for some reason or another? The endless strands of possibilities were somewhat annoying to Vidkun, but he resolved to trust him for the moment being. He merely gave an appreciative nod, his posture slightly relaxing. He stopped, leaning against his horse and softening the tie of his shawl to get some fresh air. The man deeply inhaled before Evelar seemed to get somewhat chatty.
Moving aside the wraps on his face to let it actually be seen and examined properly he was about to reply but once more clenched his lips as another traveler approached. He gave a short mirthless laugh at her words, wearily wiping his eyes. "No, I am no murderer." He said, but then took a long pause to check the statement for validity in his mind. "Yes, I am not a murderer."
With that he also raised his hand in the greeting-salute that he earlier gave Evelar to Arya, before continuing. "I disagree. It is an axiom, you should believe all are friendly if you have no reason to suspect otherwise. Do I look like murderer to you?" he asked, giving a quick spin with his arms outstretched.
"Of course, appearances are deceiving, yes-yes, I know all this. But from one people I visited I learned of a saying they have: 'trust but verify,' I think is how they say it. You, satchel-man, you might be a murderer. But I think I am safe should you try something, and I get no benefit if I go ahead and draw my sword as precaution." He paused, and then smiled. "Unless of course I am a murderer."
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Evelar
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Height: 6'5
His elven blood is evident from his tall and borderline lanky form.
He has straight black hair he keeps shoulder length and sometimes ties up.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black cloak lined with fur and fastened with a glinting red stone. A leather belt with many bulging pouches is fastened around his waist.
Weapon of choice is his halberd named Guinmeir that he wields both as a staff or as an axe depending on the situation.
Registered: Aug 15, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -8
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Post by Evelar on Aug 22, 2018 15:05:51 GMT -8
Evelar turned to face the woman that came walking down the path behind him, “Hail fellow, fellow traveler.” He considered her a moment, she was rather pale, could this be the woman the scarf man had been looking for? “You don’t happen to have color changing hair do you? I mean, it’s a lovely shade of, er, white, as it is but that man is looking for a lady with color changing hair.” He supposed from the fact that the man had greeted her the answer to his question was a no, but hearing her answer would still be interesting. Maybe she had color-changing hair after all.
Evelar listened to the response of the scarf bloke. He got the impression that he was being looked down upon. The man didn’t believe he was in any danger from Evelar either. He was often underestimated and it suited him just fine. Nothing he hated more than a condescending stranger. He listened to the man’s response. Theatrical this man was. Not much of a sense of humor, or he was just dense, the comment about the murderer was clearly a sarcastic jab. If you really thought someone was a murderer you didn't go and ask them if they were one, you booked it back where you came from and hoped the suspicious party didn't follow you.
Evelar mentally started at the mention of a satchel. He had been called the satchel man. That meant this stranger had seen the satchel, that was indeed a problem. No use acknowledging it. There was a third party to their little encounter now, and surely she hadn’t seen the satchel too. He would just play dumb. Evelar made sure the discomfort didn’t show on his face or body language. Evelar raised a cool eyebrow at the man’s whole do-I-look-like-a-murderer spiel. “And that, is exactly what a murderer would say.”
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Sept 4, 2018 10:18:35 GMT -8
Arya smiled as she listened to Vidkun... Trust but verify, that was a statement Arya lived by already, she realized. She was quite optimistic as a whole and would sooner consider someone a friend rather than someone trying to murder her. This didn't mean she wasn't cautious though.
Arya gave Evelar a bit of a puzzled expression, "Nope, last time I checked my hair stayed white, thank you for the compliment though," she said.
She watched Evelar and Vidkun interact quietly for a few moments, eventually getting in a few words herself, "You can call me Arya by the way, much better than coming up with another crummy nickname."
She only lingered now because her curiosity got the best of her, she could sense some small amount of hostility between the two of them, and she wondered if it would amount to anything and if she should perhaps do something to alleviate that.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 5, 2018 17:05:23 GMT -8
The stranger gave quite a joyful laugh at the last words of Evelar. "Oh you're a funny one sir traveller, I'll grant you that. I'm not a murderer, I... I am a hunter, yes let us use this abbreviation; not a murderer, there's quite a line."
Then, he turned to Arya and gave a quite bright smile, almost suspiciously innocent when accompanied with his baby-blue eyes and brought in contrast with his recent words. The man gave a curt bow and several circular waves of his left hand that left it extended so that Arya could place her palm on it for him to kiss or leave it be depending on what social caste she considered herself. "Mistress Arya, my name is Vidkun Wewelsburg, Chevalier. It's an odd colour of hair, take it from someone with the boring old black. But, you don't look like... well, who I was looking for, so I believe we may be amiable!"
With that he loosened his shawl completely and let it hang more loosely as a scarf, before he took a few breaths of fresh air. "And why might you be walking along on this fine day Mistress Arya?" he said, guessing at the motives of Evelar who's name he did not yet know, and was waiting for.
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