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 Oct 12, 2018 12:34:44 GMT -8
Conchobar saw the cute Sarangerel approach him from the side - no doubt in an attempt to sate her curiosity. The Scout-Rider grinned and laughed at her comment. "I know a pretty lady when I see a pretty lady, pretty lady," he replied with a wink. "And aye, pale blue eyes as smooth as the summer sea! I could swim through them all day! But I much prefer brown-eyed girls myself - if only there were more of them in my homeland! Say, Sarangerel, what are the women like in your homeland?"
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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 Oct 12, 2018 19:46:21 GMT -8
Rudiger most definitely did not notice the stranger until she made her presence known, occupied as he was with scrubbing the great stallions stomach, working loose large and small clods of dried mud that had splashed up. Bob opened his eyes lazily as he felt the slender hand proffered for him to smell, which he did equally as lazy. He most definitely did not feel nervous around this other mortal, as he bathed her hand in his hot breath.
Rudiger chuckled from his side of Bob, not looking up from his task, "Don't tell him that, it'll just get to his head, and we can't afford him to get any bigger of a head."
He finally finished this side of brushing Bob and looked up over his withers. His breath momentarily caught as he studied the elf over, not quite expecting someone so fetching in this town. He quickly regained his composure, and answered somewhat offhandedly, "The feed is only a small part, one that gets outweighed by the amount of treats he eats. No, he is papered Vorutan stock, one of the descendants of the steeds of the Heavenly Horsemen. There's a little of heaven flowing in his veins."
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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 Oct 21, 2018 17:03:21 GMT -8
Sarangerel giggled at Conchobar, cheeks slung in her hands, elbows on her knees. Who knew the man was such a romantic?
"Well, you are in luck! Many of our women are brown-eyed in Toragana, especially the Women of the Field! Wait until you meet my cousins. They are all beautiful in some way. Chambui is very strong and fearless! A true warrior! And Khojin is golden like wheat, with eyes like almonds. She's skilled with a bow, with a frightening wit. Then... there is Samga. She's fair and round-faced, but she loves to be mischievous! You must be careful around her! In fact, they're all very playful in some way, though they're all older than me. I think the eldest may even be as old as you are!"
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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 Oct 21, 2018 17:15:53 GMT -8
The elven woman breathed through her nose in a soft giggle. She covered her mouth with one hand, the other scratching Bob between the ears. Oh, not a very sharp one, was he? Or perhaps he didn't think much of himself.
"I have heard of Voruta here and there throughout the years. I might have passed by at some point, but long ago. Perhaps it is time to visit-" She gave the knight a once-over, smirking. "If all their beasts are this handsome."
She held a hand out to him, palm facing the ground. "I am Tala, an enchantress passing through Folly, as many often do. You are?"
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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 Oct 25, 2018 14:11:22 GMT -8
Rudiger seemed a bit oblivious as he quickly set down the brush he was using to scrub down Bob, and went to slap off the dust that had accumulated on his hands. It was on the second slap that he finally understood what the elf woman meant, which was helped with her smirk, "Oh... OH. Well, I'm rather flattered Miss Tala, but for the sake of your health," he gently took her hand in his and bowed over to give it a soft kiss, "I would recommend you stay away. They aren't fond of magic over there."
He let go of her hand, and smirked himself as he replied, "Besides, why go all the way to Voruta for fine stock when there is some noble stock right here? I'm Sir Rudiger Dornmauer."
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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 Oct 25, 2018 21:48:48 GMT -8
The sudden voice addressed towards her got her attention nearly immediately and Deidra tensed only to relax a hair as Gundulf reassured her the one who approached her meant no threat. She turned fully to face the friendly stranger, assessing him briefly before she gave a small smile to him. "Well that is not really a defining characteristic is it? All people are interesting in their own way. All persons have their stories hidden from all others. Complex, intertwining, interlacing stories we can never hope to fully comprehend." She reasoned before Gundulf gave what probably constituted a metal sigh of a wolf. Deidra startled at that and shook herself a bit to focus giving a bashful smile.
"...My apologies. I tend to overanalyze." She offered the stranger a hand then, standing up on her toes so he wouldn't have to stoop as much. "A pleasure to meet you great one. I am indeed a knight, interesting can be debated, but I am known as Deidra. And yourself?"
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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 Nov 21, 2018 17:40:25 GMT -8
"Noted... but maybe not well heeded. We shall see," teased the elf. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance. More than. It seems you have come with some company too. Hm!" She gestured toward the Caravan. "It's drawn in quite the crowd: some of which will be staying." Her eyes scanned the people who went up to the caravan leader. None of the conversations were very long, but they all came to the same conclusion. To be so convincing in so little words was somewhat of a gift.
"Are you looking for jobs? Running low on supplies, perhaps?"
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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 Nov 21, 2018 17:53:46 GMT -8
Rudiger silently pondered why it seemed everyone thought he would know if Khulan was hiring or not. Simply put, that was above his pay and responsiblilities. But, he chuckled with good humor, “It seems we need all the hands we can get, especially ones as lovely as yours. If you happen to know where one or a pair could get a meal and a place to rest... more or less for the night, I’m sure we all would appreciate it. Me especially.”
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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 Nov 22, 2018 17:07:20 GMT -8
Conchobar expressed feigned eagerness towards Sarangerel's cousins. "They all lovely, my dear," he commented, "but dangerous!" Grinning, he leaned over towards her and jokingly finished with "just the way I like them!" Wanting to steer such a conversation away from a young girl, Conchobar opted to change the subject to something more fitting for her.
"Look there, Sarangerel," he pointed towards the instrument hanging on Mungling's back. "Can you play? In my land we have what is called a harp - also a stringed instrument. Beautiful maidens would sit in the halls and play lovely music that could snare many-a-man's heart! I could play one myself, among other instruments. Perhaps I shall play you a song one day."
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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 Nov 26, 2018 21:43:47 GMT -8
[Addressing Deidra]
"Overanalyze? Or perhaps just enough. To think is no fool's errand, lady knight."
When she held out her hand, the bard took it up in his and attempted to place his lips gently across her knuckles. "I am Mungling, traveling with the caravan so that I may sing of their legacy one day in a song that will last generation. No doubt, this company shall travel far. I hope that does not discourage you from coming with us. I'm sure your verses will be glorious as any Man of the Mountain."
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[Addressing Conchobar]
"I can play no such instruments! Khulan has always kept me with parchments and inkwells and maps," pouted the young girl. It melted the moment she heard that the ragged hunter could draw notes from one. "That is amazing. I did not take you for a man who could play something so beautiful, but I must learn not to judge too quickly. Do you think that knight woman can play? Or perhaps Miss Julianique?" She gestured in the direction of the other blonde woman, poshly dressed, speaking to one of their giants.
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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 Nov 29, 2018 7:54:16 GMT -8
Deidra quickly twisted her hand to give him a firm shake instead when she realized his intentions and quickly extricated her hand. She was just Deidra right now-she didn't care to be treated like a noble woman. Also, any attempts at flirtation were best snuffed out quickly. She had no intention of getting involved with anyone when she was so far from home. It would only complicate things.
"Oh, it does not I assure you. The farther the better. I'd like to see what this world is truly like. There is no better way to do that than to embark on a journey across the world." She said as she paused she tried to come up with a polite way to answer his compliment. "And thank you. Though I'm not really familiar with that term, I will take it as a compliment that you've put me on par with a man."
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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 Dec 3, 2018 19:11:44 GMT -8
Julianique didn't know what the rumbling was about until a voice, that she would associate with the tallest of mountains, spoke from behind her. Quelling her instinct to jump out of her skin and then another twenty feet, she slowly turned to greet the large man, having to crane her neck to look him in the eyes, she hadn't even noticed he was kneeling. Placing her very tiny, very fragile, hand in the hand of Kepek's, she smiled.
"You have heard correctly, the delegation from The Velmerys Empire will join Khulan and her caravan in its adventures. I am a mage by blood, diplomat by heart. It is an honor to meet you Kepek, I am Julianique Eoflek, sole heiress of House Eoflek."
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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 Dec 5, 2018 13:00:37 GMT -8
"On the contrary, it is I that will be needing your help, but it's understandable if you need a night for rest. I have no doubt you've come a long way. Folly stands alone within this forest. There is an inn- The Crumbling Crone- don't worry, though it could use a change in name, it's as pleasant as it could be. I shall speak to your Caravan leader and convene with you at another time, perhaps?"
With a wink, she turned tail, hardly an awkward waddle in her step despite her heavy belly. She came upon Khulan rather swiftly, and for the first time, a one-sentence answer was simply not enough.
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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 Dec 5, 2018 13:19:37 GMT -8
[Addressing Deidra]
Though he was a little awkwardly startled at first, the bard recovered swiftly and stood tall as he spoke to the warrior. Ah, so she was not the blushing damsel that he took her for.
"The Men of the Mountain... I can see how the term can be confused! But they are not only men." He pointed to one of the giants that had been speaking to Deidra just a moment before. "Ulag is one such man, but his wife was also a Man of the Mountain. The term is meant for the giants of our land, though they start out as you and I do: simply people! It is when the spirit finds them worthy that they can take hold of their true strength."
[Addressing Julianique]
"The honor... all mine," he said to the mage, shaking her hand as gently as he possibly could. "We really needed more of your kin in the caravan. Our only mage went to scout ahead with her sisters. Perhaps you might get along... though she's a bit young and bratty." He chuckled, and even that sent a small vibration through their bones. "Maybe she'd find 'er match with you. She likes to think she's a right bit better than everyone else 'cuz she's got magic."
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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 Dec 5, 2018 13:26:44 GMT -8
Surprisingly unbreif was the talk with the pregnant elf. Those who had journeyed with Khulan long enough would have been able to catch the long, drawn-out expression that was somehow grimmer than her usual scowl. It was a stark contrast to Talanashta's bright smile and airy tenor, like the wind smashing against a boulder.
Eventually, the two came to some kind of agreement, as was apparent by a few little nods. Khulan turned and raised a hand to get the Caravan's attention.
"Board will be paid for by the elf tonight," she announced. "Get a good night's rest. Become familiar with one another. We have a job waiting for us before dawn breaks."
With that, Khulan departed with the enchantress, their journey taking them into the ruins.
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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 Dec 5, 2018 15:09:06 GMT -8
Rudiger couldn't help but watch Talanashta leave with his good eye, before shaking his head and getting back to brushing down Bob. Pondering on the rather charming elf woman that seemed to fancy him, he barely heard Khulan's announcement to the party. "Thank the Heavenly Horsemen," he muttered to Bob, who only knickered his reply. Finally done with Bob, Rudiger led him over to where the rest of the caravan's horses were being corralled before going back to his belongings and started to unbuckle his cuirass.
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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 Dec 6, 2018 14:36:36 GMT -8
Conchobar thought for a moment. "Hm, I don't know," he finally replied to Sarangerel. "I have not spoken to them at length, if I am being honest." It was at that time Khulan explained that the caravan would be resting for the night at the Crumbling Crone. The scout-rider dismounted his horse, "come with me, girl," he said, leading Sarangerel and himself towards Rudiger Dornmauer . "Rudiger," he began as he corralled his horse with the others, "I'm going to take Sarangerel to the Crumbling Crone and make sure the youth gets some rest." The Vorutan was busy grooming his own horse, Bob. "A fine steed for a fine rider," he commented (no homo). Turning back to Sarangerel Conchobar motioned for her to follow him. "Come, girl, let us visit the inn. I was actually inside not to long ago. Oh-" the scout-rider looked over towards Samga, who actually wasn't over there. "Would your sister like to come along as well?" But then he remembered, "oh never mind, they're at the elf-city."
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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 Dec 6, 2018 17:01:32 GMT -8
(Addressing Mungling)
Deidra's face lightened as she listened to the man, surprised by his words. She had once thought it to be impossible to surprise her with any manner of being- especially considering where she hailed from- but she could not think of any place in her home that could cause ones' form to change so. At least, if you didn't consider the isle as a whole.
"How curious. I've never encountered such a thing. This phenomenon... it's common to your homeland?" She asked, wishing she could take out her journal to make note of it before she forgot, but not wanting to appear rude.
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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 Dec 7, 2018 15:13:10 GMT -8
Rudiger cocked a rather odd eyebrow at Conchobar's comment, curious about the intentions of such a statement. He had already been taken unawares by the elf woman, but he most certainly didn't expect his caravan companion to perhaps harbor similar sympathies. He would just have to watch him close he guessed. Still, he nodded that he understood where Conochobar was going, and continued out of his armor, pulling the gambeson over his head.
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Khulan's Caravan
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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 Jan 12, 2019 18:08:29 GMT -8
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"Quite! Not quite half, but very close. There's not a lot of old ones, like Kepek and Ulag, since they search out danger with such ferocity that it leads them to death! Ah, such is the life of a Man of the Mountain. We are left with the young ones, mostly, who just look like big humans. We are lucky to have these two with us," said the bard, speaking just as much with his hands as he did with his mouth.
"Say, it seems your friend is off to the inn with our ranger. Why don't you say we join them?" He waved to her to follow, heading towards the inn with Conchobar and Sarangerel. The girl followed with a sigh.
"It seems early, but we've had a rather difficult journey, haven't we?" she said, voice dropping. They had lost so much coming here. "I wonder if our new friends will fare any better. At least you and Rudiger are still with us."
She waved to Julianique and called to her, asking if she'd join them all inside. They should at least get to know one another over a few drinks, she thought, even if the girl had to go to bed. The adults would probably fare better if they became closer.
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