Talanashta
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 67
Physical Description: Silver hair, ever-changing eyes, slender, full-featured, confident body language.
Clothes and Equipment: Dresses when she can, breeches and blouses when convenience is needed. Most are enchanted to become armor.
Has a bracelet that summons a shield and a ring that summons a wolf made of burning, holy light.
Registered: Mar 14, 2018 21:21:19 GMT -8
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Post by Talanashta on Aug 22, 2018 10:42:34 GMT -8
The Town of Folly Once known as the ruins of Folly, this vast dwelling has recently been reclaimed by a motley community. As large as the ruins are, not all of it has been explored, and it is rumored many secrets still hide within its darkest hallways. Travelers who come here are often accosted for favors and trade. The soil is rich for growing food, but little else seems to come this way, so far away from any other town or trade route.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Aug 22, 2018 11:37:42 GMT -8
"This is not on the map."
Scowling at the parchment, a stern-faced woman with skin like leather grumbled. Sat upon her horse, she gazed over her shoulder at the company she held, studying the giants, the two mercenaries she had picked up on Isran land, and the less battle-oriented of them, which made up the bulk of the Caravan. The older woman's eyes narrowed. Their numbers were suffering. They needed horses, food, and another carriage. They had lost one on the wilderness road a week before, along with two members cleaved from their numbers in the magnolia forest. Both giants had received gruesome injuries from that battle, and though they only complained in jest, all was not good. Perhaps this uncharted town was a blessing in disguise.
"Stay alert. We know not the nature of this place," she announced, pulling the furry hood of her coat over her head.
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Khulan's Caravan
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Aug 22, 2018 11:38:07 GMT -8
There was some marvelling as the caravan approached the towering sun bleached walls of the entrance to the strange town. Ivy and all manner of plants had overtaken it, and it didn’t seem like anyone had taken any effort to try and cut them down. Various nests stuck out here and there in crevices or nooks from either the architecture, or lack thereof, weathered from storms and any other history the town bared witness to.
They were stopped by two heavily armored guards wearing mismatched armor, bearing two or three different sigils from vastly different places. They were armed with long pikes that also did not share the same style. They also carried swords: one with a falchion, the other with a khopesh. Both women exchanged a few words with the leather-skinned leader of the caravan before they were allowed inside.
It was immediately apparent that this was quite unlike any town they had visited in the past. Really, it was hardly a town; with hundreds of rooms connected to one building, Sarangerel could only be reminded of the citadel she observed from afar in the city of Isra. Even the city Giant’s Hand was quite different, as all its structures were temporary, as plentiful as they were. It was almost more of a manor.
“Who needs a home this big?” she mumbled, crossing her arms. “We don’t even have one room to ourselves!”
The structure opened up in a large berth to house a sweeping courtyard. In the center was what had once been a fountain, now converted to a well for fresh water. Parts of the courtyard was walled off with stacked debris to keep children from stomping on growing crops- and oh, were there so many children running around, sometimes running between the horse’s legs before getting scolded by their mothers.
Women walked around with baskets of laundry or ripe pickings. Others wore armor, mirroring the guards at the gate in their assorted equipment. There was a wide range of species and races walking around: fair-skinned elves, viridian orcs, and ruddy tieflings were but a few to name. There was even a centaur trotting across the way, her hair dressed in many little braids down her back.
The caravan didn’t go unnoticed for very long. Only a minute through the gate and they had already been greeted by a crowd asking what wares they were carrying and where they had all come from.
A girl with black eyes and stripes adorning her skin skittered up to Rudiger, grinning from ear to ear with a distinct lack of teeth. “What a handsome horse you have, here! Are you looking to sell?”
Another seemed very interested in Conchobar’s canine friend. “Such a powerful creature!” the elven maid exclaimed. “He would do well on my farm, chasing away the foxes! What is he worth?”
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Aug 23, 2018 16:45:12 GMT -8
Rudiger was riding towards the rear of the caravan on Bob, unarmored except for the curiass over his gambeson, and his sallet helmet on his head with the visor opened. It had proven too hot to wear much else, and most of his vitals were protected by the pieces he did wear. Besides the heat, he was dead tired, feeling weak to the bone, barely able to keep proper riding form.
He scanned the approaching walls with growing concern, half expecting to find signs of plague long since past. Usually there would be occasional skeletons littering the side of the roads, degrading hovels, and the absence of any creatures save insects. All others knew to avoid places like that. He was even more shocked when there were guards at the outskirts, and something of a populace within.
Looking down at the girl, he gave her a rather tired smile, before turning to Bob and asking, "You hear that? She wants to see if I'm looking to sell you. Well, am I?"
Bob responded to Rudiger as if he could almost understand what he was saying. It was just the bond between horse and rider that developed after being in each other's company for far too long. He shook his great head heartily, and snorted his protest at the girl's presumption. Turning back to the girl, Rudiger shrugged, "Seems that Bob doesn't want to be sold. And I'm not going to argue against him." With that, Rudiger made a kissing sound with his lips, and Bob moved towards the head of the column.
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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 24, 2018 5:48:50 GMT -8
Evelar shuffled out of the inn he had been spending the last couple of nights at, rubbing grogginess from his eyes. Folly was a strange little town. It was evident that it used to be ruins, what with the dilapidated yet grand buildings that had vegetation bursting out of every seam and cranny. And the people. Haggling was the people’s favorite pastime, and telling them ad nauseam that, no, the clothes off his back were not for sale was exhausting.
He had been laying low in Folly after a failed debacle involving retrieving dragon eggs in a town South of here. Evelar had collecting his pay from the old wizard who had commissioned the eggs, or at least as much as the wizard would pay Evelar for less than half of the eggs he had requested. That was hardly his fault though, it was only because of Evelar’s quick thinking that they came out of the dragon’s nest with their lives and any eggs at all. Deciding that he needed some distance from a botched job, Evelar caught a ride out to Folley in the wagon of an old trader who was so blind it seemed like the horse was doing most of the navigating. The old man was apparently one of the few people that made their way out to the city of Folley regularly, to visit his daughter.
Evelar had been relaxing in the town for the past few days. Despite it’s isolation, Folley seemed like the kind of place where if you waited long enough something interesting and profitable was sure to show up. The commotion that was taking place on the main road outside the inn might be just what he was looking for. Evelar pushed his way through the mob of locals harassing the already weary looking travelers. Pushing crowd a mob was a lot easier when you were very tall and carrying a large weapon and Evelar quickly reached the front of the the crowd. He waved to the weathered looking man by the rear of the caravan, he seemed talkative at least. “Hail traveler!” Evelar yelled at the man on his horse, “Where does your party come from, and where are you going to?"
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Aug 25, 2018 4:36:30 GMT -8
With Khulan at the vanguard of the caravan, Conchobar rode alongside Rudiger to protect the rear of the party. Connall - his canine companion - had often trekked ahead of the party or around it, ready to warn its constituents of any impending danger.
As the caravan closed on the town of Folly and Conchobar was able to observe it more clearly an ominous sense of danger washed over his body. He urged his horse forward to ride alongside Khulan at that point, and once she was finished communicating to the guards he whispered in her direction.
“Distrust and caution are the parents of security,” he’d say. It was his opinion that their stoic leader should remain vigilant in this foreboding town.
The grandeur of the buildings here, whether they were conquered by nature or not, were quite impressive to Conchobar. His homeland was dotted with many small villages of wooden huts and palisade walls. Nevertheless, the splendor of his surroundings were overshadowed by his desire to watch its inhabitants - who crowded all around himself and his allies. He was on high alert for thievery, snatchery, and danger.
Conchobar was lightly armored, but would rely on his agility, cunning, and speed should something happen. His hand hovered close to his sword, which hung off of his horse’s saddle.
Once the elven maid came nearby and began haggling for his canine, Connall, Connor grinned and replied “I am afraid he is priceless.” The scout-rider then made a clicking noise with his mouth and Connall instantaneously morphed into a falcon and soared upwards into the sky, circling the party from above.
“Mind your belongings,” Conchobar turned his head and directed to the other party members. “This is a hive of beggars, looters, and thieves.
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Aug 25, 2018 14:02:24 GMT -8
Aurelia was reasonably fond of Folly. She enjoyed the antiquity of the place the people called home, and the people here were friendly, if not persistent in their attempts to buy Boneflayer off of her. No, the blade was priceless, both in design and in sentiment. This was the last of its kind, and it would stay with the Last of the Order until the end of her days. And then, it would be taken by time, or some clueless looter.
At the moment, Aurelia was returning to town with a bloody bag. A farmer had approached her saying that he found some of his livestock torn to shreds one morning, to such a degree that simple wolves couldn't have been involved. Aurelia agreed to hunt the Beast, in exchange for some food from his farm. Simple rations to keep her going on the longer, more taxing hunts she was sure would come. She had just returned to the town proper, resting her free hand on the pommel of Boneflayer casually, more to settle her own mind than to cast others away. Her lissome fingers hung lazily over the round surface, granting her mind some innate sense of security, knowing her greatest, most trustworthy ally was by her side.
It was then that she noticed there was a hullabaloo near the gate. New arrivals, it seemed. Fresh faces were always a welcome sight. Two of them had to have some giant in their veins, most of them seemed to hail from Toragana. An interesting lot, them. She decided to follow alongside them, for a moment, at least, while she made her way to the farmer who had hired her.
She found herself near a great, wolf-like hound. A fine beast, a reliable hunting companion. Not for her, however. She worked best with people. She found herself befuddled when the hound transformed and took flight, in the form of a falcon. She brought her gaze to the man it seemed to be taking orders from. "A fine companion. Do you hunt?" She looked to the man with a wry, friendly grin as she tipped her wide-brimmed hat to him. "You needn't worry about me trying to swindle away with it. I work better with people."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Aug 25, 2018 16:43:07 GMT -8
Deidra breathed a heavy sigh as she looked at her map then up at the grandeur of the ruined buildings bustling with people of all types.
"How do we end up in these places Gundulf?" She muttered, finding comfort in the answering metallic exasperated growl. She had long since given up trying to figure out how she could get so lost on a journey that was supposed to be rather direct. Her only solace was the fact that there was hardly any rush for her to return home, she was supposed to be training in this strange land after all. If anything she could find another job in this curious place, and make some extra pocket change while she was at it.
With that in mind she walked into the fray, folding her map up carefully and tucking it back into her armor for safe keeping. Her eyes scanned the area, a faint smile gracing her lips as she carefully dodged children running here and there, looking for anything unusual. Of course, her companion located it before she had a chance to. She felt a pull and as she turned in the direction she was surprised to see the odd group of people congregating what drew her attention more though was the massive canine standing beside what she could only describe as a wild man and a strangely familiar man astride an equally oddly familiar stead. With nothing else to do, she made her way over to the group.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Aug 25, 2018 17:00:42 GMT -8
Rudiger stopped Bob with a click of the tongue and a sigh, somewhat annoyed that he was diverted from his goal of talking to Khula. He turned towards the crowd at the shout, which he presumed was coming towards him. It took him a few seconds to find the source of the shout with his one eye. Once he sussed out it was the tall and lanky man, Rudiger could easily see he was some form of adventurer with how he was armed and armored.
Tersely, Rudiger answered, "We're out of Isra proper, and we're headed to the Rharak Mines... wherever that is," he muttered underneath his breath. Rudiger was an honest man, especially with himself, and he didn't understand geography as well as he would personally like.
But, his schooling was in other matters, and he had to make the best of his lot in life. Which wasn't the easiest right now, seeing how tired he was. He was hoping to ask Khulan if he could find an inn for the members to rest and restock for the night at least, but it seemed he was to field questions for the crowd.
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Aug 26, 2018 11:29:28 GMT -8
“I hunt,” Conchobar replied to Aurelia. The lady piqued the scout-rider’s attention as soon he spotted her in the crowd. She had towered over the other individuals, and her wide-brimmed hat and otherwise specific attire caught his attention. But most of all, it was her weapon - that which she called Boneflayer.
Conchobar glanced upwards towards Connall, who continued to circle the group from above, and then turned his attention back to Aurelia. “Mostly to survive; rarely for sport,” he continued laconically. “Connall can help in that endeavor, although his talents and uses extend beyond that.”
Looking up towards Khulan to ensure she was safe, and then towards Rudiger to determine his position, Conchobar nudged his horse closer to where Aurelia was. “Yourself?”
He was genuinely curious; Vess was quite a sight to look upon, at least to Conchobar. But at the same time perhaps she could lend information that might interest the scout-rider.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Aug 26, 2018 16:04:07 GMT -8
Many of the onlookers cheered as Conchobar’s beast changed forms, though upon hearing that both Bob and Connall were not for sale, all interesting parties turned their attention to the merchants.
All, Khulan noticed, except two.
As the leader of the caravan directed the carriages and its riders around the courtyard to set up for trading and restocking, she kept a keen, but inconspicuous eye on the man with the fur cloak and the woman who hefted an impressive weapon. Rudiger and Conchobar had already attracted their attention. She did not interrupt them. Not yet.
She also noticed a third figure approach the caravan that was somehow different than the rest in the crowd. A knightly sort.
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Khulan's Caravan
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Aug 26, 2018 16:04:43 GMT -8
The young woman approached the side of the caravan nearest to one of the giants, who had dreadlocks all down his back. He was a massive bearded figure with a mean face, brows arching over his eyes so deeply they were concealed.
However, when he caught sight of the flaxen warrior, those brows lifted, and his demeanor softened an inch.
When he took a knee the ground shook. He flung his herculean pickaxe over his shoulder and grinned with broad teeth like window slats. One of them was cracked.
“You’re a might different from the raggedy folk here. Looks like you might have a story,” he asked, hunching his back to be as level with the small woman as he could.
She was, in fact, not small at all, but she was hardly a kitten next to the hulk with the pickaxe.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Aug 26, 2018 16:26:41 GMT -8
Deidra blinked a bit surprised at suddenly being acknowledged but she held no outwardly fear towards the giant of a man. If anything she seemed a bit more comfortable in his presence. She took a few steps back so she could address him comfortably without having to crane her neck so far backwards.
"You have a good eye I must say. I am most certainly not from these lands. My story is relatively short for the time being and I hope to lengthen it." She said speaking clearly so he could hear above the noise. She gave him a sweeping bow before straightening up. "My name is Deidra Nofaló. I'm on a journey to nowhere and I seem to have gotten lost. Currently I'm in the market for some diversion from being lost to find my way again. Have any ideas of where I'd fit Great One?"
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Aug 26, 2018 17:17:09 GMT -8
"Quite frequently, yes. Although... not quite in the same sense of 'survival'. My prey isn't something you'd want to eat," Aurelia said in a wry tone, flashing the scout a bright grin. At this point, her eyes could be seen, the hat no longer in the way. They were a light blue-nearing-grey, and carried a subtle, innate cunning to them. The cunning of someone who lives to be in danger, for the Hunt. "I hunt so others wouldn't fall victim to what would be my prey. Beasts, with a capital 'B'." She raised the bloody sack higher, so Conchobar could get a better look at it. The blood soaked into the bottom was... off. It wasn't quite the right shade, a little too dark. The other thing he could notice was that whatever was in the bag was quite large. A head, maybe, but larger than that of any game he might have hunted.
"This one was tearing up some local livestock. Literally to shreds. The farmer should be thankful it saw them before the prospect of a family, sound asleep in their home. Quite a dimwit this one was, in a past life," Aurelia remarked, surprisingly cavalier. She was long accustomed to the give and take of life. To live, one must be able to die. Any life without death is no true life at all. Just ceaseless existence.
"Ah, where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself. Aurelia Vess, at your service." She tilted her hat as she introduced herself, tilting her head with the motion by a fraction. "And you?"
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Conchobar
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: Conchobar stands high among men, at 6'0. His muscled and toned body justifies the hard life he has lived. Dark blue eyes are set upon a fair face, while dark brown locks fall around his head and dance upon his shoulders.
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Clothes and Equipment: Conchobar travels light. A green traveling tabard covers his torso, complimented by brown trousers and traveling boots. Iron-braced leather vambraces protect his wrists. A brown belt around his waist holds the sheathes for his dagger. Around his neck hangs his neck bag, which holds flint for fires.
Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2018 5:10:07 GMT -8
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Post by Conchobar on Sept 1, 2018 8:42:32 GMT -8
Some may have labeled Aurelia a poacher - but after the explanation, Conchobar thought differently. Looking into her beautiful eyes the Scout-Rider replied “ah! Not for sport or survival - but for noble intentions. An honorable occupation.”
The lady went on to introduce herself more formally as Conchobar inspected the bloody sack further. He wondered what it looked like - what kind of body had once supported it - and how difficult it was to take down. The woman’s bravery commanded respect, and for that reason the Scout-Rider held her in high regard.
“I am Conchobar (Connor),” he returned the introduction. “I am far from my home, and have pledged my services to Khulan,” the warrior pointed in the direction of his leader. “Perhaps when we’re not busy you can enlighten me on these… Beasts and this business of hunting them. I must say, it has intrigued me.”
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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 Sept 1, 2018 16:49:33 GMT -8
Now that the crowd had thinned and the man had halted his horse, Evelar got a better look at him. The man's face was one of a man who had seen battles and hard work, and right now he just looked tired. Evelar nodded his head at what the man was saying, recalling the tales of the Mines he had heard. They were rumored to be full of danger but also full of riches. This strange company passing through might be a good people to join.
Evelar thought it best to be direct with his intentions, the party had many people much bigger than he was, which was unnerving for someone used to towering over mots people. He again sized up the man in front of him, In his experience a tired man with an eyepatch was not the kind to play word games with. When the man had stopped speaking Evelar gave a short bow, made slightly awkward by his lanky frame.
“I am Evelar, traveler for fun and profit. I’ve been in this town for some time, and know of a good inn with a trustworthy keeper and stables to keep your horses. I would be glad to show your party there if you will speak to me more about your journey. I would be most interested in joining.”
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Julianique Eoflek
New
Diplomat Extraordinaire of the Velmerys Imperium
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 32
Physical Description: Julianique cuts quite the figure, being of noble breed of the Velmerys Imperium. Striking blonde hair flows midway down her back, though it is usually kept in a bun. Her eyes are a dazzling emerald green as if the gem itself were inserted into her eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She wears a formal dress on every occasion. The dresses she wears are enchanted by her House, making them as durable as leather, but of the softest silk imaginable. She carries a bejeweled cavalry saber, but rarely has a use for it. Everything she and her escort would need is carried in their packs.
Julianique has her own horse, a black charger.
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Allegiances: Velmerys Imperium
Registered: Sept 1, 2018 19:29:02 GMT -8
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Post by Julianique Eoflek on Sept 1, 2018 21:05:09 GMT -8
"My Lady." Five more minutes. "My Lady." More insistent, more demanding. Lady Eoflek opened her eyes to the sight of Captain Gars over her, his blond hair capturing his war-torn face. He was crouching by the mat she used to sleep, and offered an arm to help her sit right. They and their horses were in the far corner of the courtyard of Folly, their home for the time being little more than a sheet pinned to the wall, held over Lady Eoflek to block direct sunlight, so she might get her rest.
"Newcomers have arrived, quite a large caravan. Judging by their company, their road has been long and hard." Gars stood to his full height, an impressive six foot and five inches, an absolute tower of a man. The North did well with nurturing their warriors. As the three other soldiers in her escort broke down their impromptu camp, Lady Eoflek watched with suspicion as the caravan made their way around the courtyard. Her eyes fell over the mercenaries of the traders, all were different, all were foreign. I suppose they are all foreigners to us. Lifting her chin, she took quick steps towards the escort of the caravan. Gars, having not noticed her walk away, scrambled to catch up with her.
A certain lady caught her eye, the one who seemed to be in charge of the whole thing. Her rough demeanor and natural leadership intrigued the noble, even if she was a low-blood.
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Aurelia Vess
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 40
Physical Description: Aurelia Vess is a tall, lithe woman with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length, pale blonde hair. A bandage is wrapped around her head to cover her left eye, and her fingertips are rough and scarred. She stands at a looming 6'4".
Clothes and Equipment: Aurelia wears a wide-brimmed hat decorated with three crow's feathers, and a black pea coat with a large collar, covering a great deal of her neck. Small animal bones are sewn into her fine leather gloves, of what variety, she does not say. Her signature weapon, Boneflayer, appears to be a weighty longsword at first glance, before she activates the intricate mechanism within to transform the sword into a cruel, far-reaching whip capable of cutting down to the bone.
Player's online availability : As of August 21st, 2018, availability will be mostly daily, although most weekdays will include classes.
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 15:42:06 GMT -8
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Post by Aurelia Vess on Sept 2, 2018 11:18:35 GMT -8
Aurelia cracked another bright grin. She always enjoyed when people appreciated her work. She knew her Order was obscure, even when each of its members were alive and well. It also relieved her she was still noble, even in the death of her Order. As long as she was noble, she wouldn't suffer the same fate as the others, which she did not intend to let happen.
"A pleasure, Conchobar," Aurelia said with a warm smile. Her gaze was turned to the woman Conchobar had pledged to, and saw an impressive, if rough, woman. She would have to chat with her, at some point. Even from behind, she seemed a strong woman. She returned her gaze to Conchobar, still beaming an amiable smile. "I would be delighted to go into detail. Few are aware of what I do."
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Khulan's Caravan
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/3104/toragana-caravan
Registered: Mar 24, 2018 21:19:52 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Sept 2, 2018 14:43:20 GMT -8
The giant's grin grew a little wider as he listened to the small woman. He held a broad hand out to her, bowing his head. "A journey to nowhere, you say?" He opened his arms up wide, gesturing to his company. "You're in luck! We are on a journey to everywhere. If you ride along with us, perhaps you will find what you've been searching for, O' Wanderer to Nowhere?"
He gestured to the leather-skinned woman sliding off her horse to help the merchants unload their wares and release the horses from the carriages so they could graze. "You must speak to Khulan, though I believe she will like your spirit and will not refuse you."
Holding out his massive hand to the woman, he bowed his head. "I am Ulag of the Toragana Caravan. It will be a pleasure to have you aboard, I'm sure."
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Sept 2, 2018 14:43:44 GMT -8
Many things came to the Caravan leader’s attention as they unpacked. One of these things was yet another interested party approaching them, this one more observant than the traders around them. She did not share the raggedy or ill-assorted attire that the residents of Folly had; no, this woman was also a traveler.
Pausing in her duties, Khulan laid a hand flat on the rat’s nest of hair that was Sarangerel’s head and turned her to look at the blonde-headed, well-dressed woman approaching them. Though the young girl was startled at first, she was quick to act, giving the woman a bright smile that carried with it all the innocence of a child.
“Hello!” she chirped, trotting over to her. “You seem to be eyeing our company! Curious?”
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