Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Nov 27, 2018 15:32:14 GMT -8
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His presence was announced, but not very quietly by the stick, as his eyes went across the Giant's Hand. The place did seem quite homely after a little time, especially when he considered the frame of mind of those who were raised considering this place already as part of their environment. Nestor nodded approvingly as more and more he was accustomed to this place.
Humming happily he walked along, still scanning for Sarita Sonam the governor. Time passed, but purpose was not lost. Nestor was confident he would find the woman for by faith to his side came fate, and so he knew he would find her. He was thus certain it was no coincidence when he spied a woman with a blue veil going through the markets, to which he smiled. A small prayer of thanks was said, before the man approached Sarita thinking of how he would introduce himself.
Once he appeared before her Nestor bowed and then gave a warm smile, stubble moving in expression. "Hello! Am I to understand you are Sarita Sonam, the Governor of the Giant's Hand? If so, could a humble foreign Monk petition you for your time?" again he spoke in the common tongue, but this time with some confidence now that he had already used it twice in this land.
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Dec 1, 2018 21:21:00 GMT -8
When the woman turned, the veil floated over her shoulders and splayed through the air like the skirt of a dancer. A gloved hand came up to pull at the veil and tuck it around her neck as she looked up at the rather tall man. She studied him for a moment, taking in his garb and features. Ah.
"The Outlander. I was hoping to catch sight of you sometime. It seems you have found your way to me, instead," said the woman with a smile. She did not seem intimidated by his stature and stood tall and confidently in front of him. After all, she dealt with giants on a daily. "I am indeed Sarita-Sonam. You may call me Saso, as everyone does and yes, I have cleared my schedule specifically to speak to you. Would you like somewhere private, or would you be comfortable in the open, perhaps over some tea and a meal?"
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Nestor Mathieu
Established
Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Dec 2, 2018 16:30:33 GMT -8
The Monk gave another deep bow as the woman noted him, apparently already knowing who he was. "Indeed, it is I! It seemed interesting that the woman was already aware of his identity, clearly she had some sort of network of information. Perhaps even the very same merchant he had spoken to was the source although Namgyel was also a prime candidate for this too. Regardless, this train of thought was not particularly productive so he erased it and went back to the world of the present.
"Very well then, Saso, I am Nestor Mathieu, or more simply Brother Nestor. I would certainly prefer some privacy, some of that which I have to say is either oathbound to confidence or simply best not heard by the wrong ears. Tea is not necessary although just some water to insure I do not waste what I have purchased so early would be very appreciated."
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Dec 3, 2018 20:44:05 GMT -8
"All of which can be done, Brother Nestor. Please follow me."
The woman turned and began to walk off. It seemed she had no guards nearby or people hidden in the shadows to act upon a moment's notice. She strode through the city without fear, even as such a valuable target.
"As we take our time going to the citadel, I must inquire: you said you are from somewhere close to a place called Audria. What can you tell me of this place?"
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Nestor Mathieu
Established
Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on Dec 6, 2018 17:51:10 GMT -8
Nestor bowed gratefully before following Sarita as she lead the way. He noted quite swiftly that she apparently wasn't guarded but his was not particularly surprised. From his speech with Namgyel and the trader it would appear that the death of Saso would only be wished by somebody who was a fool, or was certain that they would be standing on top of the subsequent ashes of Toragana....
As he walked with the same continuous tapping of his staff, he pondered the question of Sarita with some difficulty. Just as when speaking to Namgyel, he had to reconcile a truthful and good image of his kinsmen; and with their recent history that could be quite hard. It would be several moments before he spoke, deciding to go with what he felt in his heart and soul as the best description. "Some of the knowledge I would again hesitate to reveal before we reach a modicum of privacy, but I can give you most of the picture. The Audrians are well intending people, even their most bitter enemies would hesitate to deny that. Hard workers, faithful, strong in mind, soul, and body all at once. They are homogenously Angelists, the faith I represent. But they are conversely stubborn, cynical, suspicious, militaristic — though not exactly warmongers. They are a boon to any economy I can say that much. From toiling the most foul mud into bountiful crops to crafting advanced mechanisms they will most certainly contribute to this city once they hear of the boons in taking part in the system. The country was forged in war, and it has both slowed and driven their development. There is only one grand city in analogue of this one, but its industry insures even the lowest conscript gets full plate to stop arrows like pebbles. It only has two ethnicities broadly grouped major ethnic groups, the Vessians and the Wickans. The former were settlers from a few dozen years back, coming to the land in conquest and for settlement. The Wickans were the natives, people largely worshipping vile Gods with sacrificial rituals and all the horrifying things one could imagine from a religion. The Vessians were far more numerous and advanced coming from a different, quite massive continent and far more advanced with plate, crossbows, ordinance, and a God that wasn't quite as foul. The Vessians won and formed a state ruled by the Knightly Order that spearheaded the campaign of settlement and conquest. Now the Wickans have been largely integrated, some grudgingly, but most not. They keep their language but sing the same anthems, pray the same prayers. The people there look somewhat different than me usually, more pale skin, fair hair, light eyes. That's the summary, although I would be happy to hand over a few books and scrolls at a later date." He said, deciding that he had said enough for now and awaited a reply.
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Dec 10, 2018 21:08:53 GMT -8
The woman listened intently to Brother Nestor as he recalled the history of Audria. He had a lot of details to exchange with her, of which she was thankful. They seemed very religious, something that the people of Toragana were, here and there, though many others did not seem to bother with keeping to one, or any at all. Some monks seemed less inclined to pray to a god and gave themselves to the world at large, instead.
"I think I would enjoy that," said Sarita to the foreigner. "Years in the mist and we lost sight of what was beyond our mountains. These lands will reap benefit from the exposure, one it's needed for many, many years. Years that made the world forget us. We have a lot to make up for."
One thing was certain: there was no shortage of war outside of Toragana. Sarita-Sonam's brow wrinkled momentarily. Would those wars be brought to their lands, as broken as they already were? Or would they help them unite?
Time would tell.
"I will take you to the citadel. It's private there, and warm. It will be a good place to talk."
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on May 5, 2019 20:26:46 GMT -8
A being approaches the gates, held aloft by wings of white and gold. As she approaches the entrance from the Giant's Vein she descends to the ground, walking the final stretch of the path to meet the guards on equal footing. She stops right before the entrance to inspect the guards, who in turn now observe her clearly. A respectably tall feminine figure, she appears entirely clad in ornate armor of white and gold adorned with the occasional accent of blue or pink, and has a grey combat dress hanging from her waist.
After a moment of silence she speaks, a metallic ring tinting her voice. "Greetings, guards of the Giant's Hand. I am Einhver of Ískaldur. I have met with the Chosen Champion Manisha on my travels here, and I come with her blessing to request to speak with the governor."
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Giant's Hand
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Roleplay posts: 22
Registered: Aug 11, 2018 12:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Giant's Hand on May 9, 2019 16:52:27 GMT -8
Einhver drew many eyes. There were very few people in Toragana who could fly. There were the Strix, who were pale, feathery maidens, but they were smaller than most women. This particular warrior was gigantic, armored, and didn't carry any of their wildness. Not only that, but she reached out to them, spoke to them, let them know of a meeting with their Champion, of all people!
Perplexed glances were exchanged between the guards at the door, only one of which was human, himself. The other was a grey-maned centaur, giving Einhver just a peek of the diversity that lay within.
They had no reason to refuse this woman, certainly, so they called the drawbridge down. She could have just flown in if she wanted to, anyway.
Within, the winged warrior would immediately be assailed by the rich smells of the bazaar. The sting of tangy spices, the comfort of baked bread, and the mouthwatering, savory waft of meat over a crackling flame all swam around Einhver. Next, the sheer amount of colors that adorned every stall, person, and even some of the animals that accompanied them. There was a chance that she had never witnessed some of these colors at all if the plants up north lacked the pigment. The colors were so vivid and in such wild combination, it was like walking into a field of flowers or a coral reef.
Some merchants were selling weapons, some food, or jars of bizarre powders and plants. Textiles, woodworks, tools, pets, the only thing that was missing was a slave trade, and surely, somewhere in the shadows, that was offered too.
Numerous sellers approached Einhver, less intimidated than the guards outside, and tried to sell their wares with bright enthusiasm and more than a touch of greed. Such was the fate of every adventurer that dared venture within Giant's Hand.
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on May 21, 2019 8:36:56 GMT -8
Einhver would wait for the drawbridge to lower patiently and walk across it like most other people would. After dealing with many foreign traders she had learned that first impressions were important, and hopefully this would serve as a positive one.
On the topic of first impressions, the Bazaar certainly left a powerful one. She saw combinations of colors displayed before her that she’d only seen in the rarest of gems, and even more which she had never would have thought up. Variety of shops and stalls were set up, selling wares and services both known and unknown. On top of the visuals was a near overwhelming amount of foreign smells and sounds which assaulted her senses and reminded her of the difference between here and home. All this culminated into a vaguely familiar yet distinctly unknown scene that seemed to demand that she slow down and take it all in.
But the merchants wouldn’t let her have that, and as a crowd steadily seemed to form around Einhver she found it increasingly hard to speak. One merchant would say one thing, and when she tried to form a response to him another would interrupt and wave some other product that she should buy for some reason or another. So she remained in a cycle a middle of the storm of people, looking for an escape with poorly hidden desperation.
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on May 23, 2019 18:30:55 GMT -8
"You all could manage not to overwhelm the Outlander for even a brief second. Sometimes I think you scare away more travelers than you keep."
Parting the crowd was a woman who shared many traits with Manisha. Skin like chestnut, eyes that slanted upwards at the ends, high cheeks. They might have been sisters, except that this woman's gaze was sharper, her gait more controlled, her body much more slender and small. She wore a lavender deel and a few layers of white furs, but the most notable piece of clothing she had was a dark blue with the city's symbol knitted on the back.
"My name is Sarita-Sonam and I am the governor of Giant's Hand. Welcome to the nomad's city. By what name do we call you?"
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Einhver Annar
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on May 29, 2019 7:38:00 GMT -8
Einhver would watch the woman who had saved her from the crowd in a mild daze, struggling to find her voice after the barrage of entrepreneurs. She unfolded her arms and took a moment to brush off the cloth which hung from her waist, buying a moment of time for her to collect herself before returning to an upright stance. She bows her head respectfully and began speaking. "Greetings, my name is Einhver Annar." She straightens herself again and moves as if to take a step forward before deciding not to at that last second. "If I may, I'd like to speak with you. I spoke with your champion earlier and she suggested that I meet with you." She let her voice soften into silence, waiting to hear the Governor's response.
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Jun 9, 2019 19:39:48 GMT -8
The woman's eyes scrolled up and down the form of the human-shaped stranger before her, taking in all that she was. Never in her life had she seen a being so strange. There was a disconnect in her mind with this woman that she didn't have with the other people of Giant's Hand, and so many of them also weren't like her. Perhaps it was the armor. She couldn't see her eyes. It made her a little uneasy, but if Manisha had allowed her this far, she couldn't be evil.
"Very well. If you'd like to walk with me, we can talk, perhaps eat or drink... if that's something you'd like. Or, if you want something more private, I can accommodate that as well." She smiled. "Your choice, Einhver Annar."
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 11, 2019 21:33:41 GMT -8
Internally Einhver breathed a sigh of relief. Everything had turned out alright so far and the things that could go wrong were rapidly diminishing.
Einhver took a few paces forward to close the remaining space between them, but maintains a formal distance. "If it's acceptable, I think that I would be more comfortable in a private setting." She takes a quick moment to glance around at the colorful stalls and their respective merchants, entirely suspecting to find more than a few set of eyes upon her unfamiliar appearance. "I also get the feeling that outlanders aren't very common and I don't want to cause any more trouble for you."
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Sarita-Sonam
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Saso
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 35
Physical Description: Saso is a lean, athletic woman who has worked all her life, and it shows. Deep lines run beneath her eyes and wrinkles have begun to crease her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused, with several fingers missing on her right. Her copper eyes always give a hard, calculating stare.
She's average height, around 5'9", with long, dark brown hair. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a light, miscolored splotch reaching from her ribcage to her neck.
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Clothes and Equipment: It is rare that Saso is not wearing an incredibly colorful assortment of practical, warm clothing. Rarely seen in a skirt, the woman prefers trousers and hardy boots. During festive occasions, she wears a significant amount of jewelry.
To go along with her ornate sense of style, her many weapons are also highly decorated, though they are fully functional, as well.
She normally carries a shortsword made of iron, the hilt of which is embossed in gold and silver into the representation of a snarling beast. The sword is called "Fu."
The woman also carries a variety of knives. One is a kukri knife with a long, curved blade. The others are an assortment of throwing and utility knives.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Jun 16, 2018 17:30:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sarita-Sonam on Jun 28, 2019 18:48:50 GMT -8
The woman's shoulders bobbled gently in a quiet laugh. "This is the opposite of trouble," she told Einhver. "In fact, this is exactly the reaction I was hoping for with Outlanders. They do not shun you. This pleases me."
She held a hand out towards the citadel, which she began to walk towards. "Follow me and we shall meet within. It is a private place. I'm sure you have traveled far and wide to see us, so I shall treat you."
As they walked, more and more merchant's eyes followed the pair. Sometimes they looked to Sarita, but mostly they were attracted to the strange foreigner. Not only did she not look human, but she also wasn't animal, demon, or anything else they could decipher. She did look like she was covered in armor, but what was below that, if anything at all?
"This... Iskaldur. Your home. I hear it is far, far north. I also would like to ask the obvious: of what make are you? I do not believe I am acquainted with your kind."
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Manisha
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Jan 12, 2020 21:01:55 GMT -8
The smell hit them before the sights did.
Cinnamon prickled their noses while the hefty broth of stew warmed their lungs. No sooner were they through the door were they assailed by the colorful dyes of every frock and scarf worn by the merchants around them. Beautiful furs were displayed on a stall to the left, while a large man selling kumis lay just ahead. Somewhere just beyond, the sound of a blade sharpening on a grinding wheel could be heard, nearly drowned out by the constant chatter and crackling fires.
Just over the stalls loomed the citadel, a great tower that was once the tip of the mountain carved down using skilled hands.
All manner of folk approached them, from faun to vulx, goblins, elves, humans, and centaur; all came to pass through the Giant's palm. Manisha held up a hand to keep them away, a shark fending off the hungry barracuda. She turned to Ahna and winked. Being a champion had its perks
They passed one stall that smelled of bread, where an elderly man with a long, braided beard poked his head. He raised his bushy eyebrows so that he could see the women on the cart, calling out with a smile missing too many teeth.
"Why, look who it is! Back late from your rounds, eh, Champion? Have you had anything to eat? Here, take some bread and share it with the Outlander. Tell her to come tomorrow! S'the best bread in the Hand and bread in the hand is worth two in the wastes!"
He threw his head back in laughter as Manisha took the cloth-wrapped loaf, warm to the touch. She gave him a chuckle and a salute before they were on their way, opening the warm cloth to share a handful of rosemary bread with Ahna.
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Jan 12, 2020 21:14:18 GMT -8
The Yurts wouldn’t cost much, but the firewood makes sense. Her own supply had dwindled, so she would have to buy more if she wanted her own fire. Considering her budget, she would have to make do. “If the Yurts are free, I will take one,” she finally says as they approach the gate. “But firewood…. I will need to make do without. It will be a cold night, but I will be fine. The only alternative is to share, but I do not know anyone who I trust to do so with.” Its true, she doesn’t know anyone in this town except for Manisha, who could she share with? Best to rough it in the cold.
She’s slightly surprised when Manisha hops up and flashes her useless wicker shield, the purpose of which she only now sees. “Impressive…” she mutters as the drawbridge opens. “Show off.”
As soon as the first waft of scent tickles at Ahna’s nose, her shoulders seem to relax just a little. She sucks in a deep breath, pulling in all the different scents that surround them. “Mm…” she murmurs, mostly taking in the food scents which cause her stomach to growl hungrily. Her eyes go wide and she looks around, slightly embarrassed. “Ahem.” She tries to distract herself by taking in all the sights and sounds, and she finds it almost overwhelming after days of trekking through Toragana’s rocky, grey countryside. Even the colourful outfits the merchants wear are as colourful as her own!
Ahna doesn’t seem to realise that there’s a huge grin plastered across her face as she takes it all in, that is until the old man addresses them, breaking her from her stupor and forcing her grin to falter with surprise, but just as quickly she has a loaf of fresh bread in her lap. Oooh that smells good, and her stomach confirms it with another growl. She looks to Manisha, then rip a chunk of it off and takes a mighty chomp. “Ommph,” she murmurs around the bread.
After a few chews and a swallow, she grins. “This place is wonderful,” she says with a tremendous grin and a golden glow behind her beautiful eyes. “Champion.” She digs an elbow into Manisha’s side at that. “What are you a champion of, my friend, if I may ask?”
Chomp! Monch monch monch…
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Feb 11, 2020 15:19:25 GMT -8
Manisha seemed pleased by Ahna's first thoughts on Giant's Hand. For a trader, it was everything one ever needed. It was rare for coins to be traded here. Instead, a barter system was used, making it trade for trade. Ahna would even be able to put her skills at work for food and board.
At the mention of her title, Manisha failed to suppress a grin. Her lips wrinkled as she let out a playful sigh. "Oh, you know how it is. You work as a bodyguard for one young lady from the day of her birth and one day she gets so smart she becomes the leader of an entire city-state and wants you to oversee the safety of its people. It's not much, really. Honestly. What's skulking around the mountains looking for assassins? Bah." She waved a hand dismissively, but her shoulders were bobbling as a chortle bubbled up from her belly.
"But yes, it does give me a few wonderful perks, like free bread."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Feb 13, 2020 19:04:36 GMT -8
Ahna did indeed have many skills to trade, from her combat, to her magic, and all the way down to her woodcrafting masterwork, she is sure to end up well off in such a place… she just doesn’t know it yet. Could the Av’ find a home here? Considering her people’s culture, and having to keep tabs on her little sister Xena, and that troublesome brother Kahm, its not entirely likely. Though… perhaps he could be convinced.
She rolls her eyes at Manisha’s reaction to her question, such a prideful woman. Yes, Ahna is certain she has much to be proud of, but a humble woman is less of an annoyance… but also less fun. She keeps her thoughts to herself however, reminding herself that Manisha had been kind to her so far, and that she has the same distaste for most people. She should relax a little with this one. Besides, she’s one of the prettier ones.
“You surround yourself with successful people,” Ahna muses as she swallows another mouthful of bread. “This I can understand, they make you strive to be better. That, and they have coin if you have the skills, a very lucrative partnership it seems. Good for you, my friend, you have cracked the code of living well.”
She looks down at the bread for a moment and rips off another piece. “Good perks too…” she adds in a mumble. “Mm.”
Its a long moment before she can tear her attention away from her bread to look back at Manisha. “So. Champion,” she begins, finding a new nickname for Manisha. Better than calling her Manny, which has crossed her mind. “There is so much here, after being on the trail for so long… it is a little overwhelming. I have no plans for the day and I am having trouble making them, outside of possibly a bath, if they are indeed free. Would you care to show me what this town has to offer, if you are not called away for your duties?”
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Feb 18, 2020 14:47:28 GMT -8
"Absolutely," declared Manisha. "My day is mostly over. I will help you get settled, then I have to report to Sarita-Sonam, our governor. This should not take long, as you were one of the few things I happened upon today." She pointed them to a yurt down the road as they circled the looming citadel in the middle of the city. "This will do, yes? There are a few merchants here, but not an incredible amount. We will get you wood for the first night for a fire. I can ask if anyone has more bedding than they need. This happens often, so do not worry. If it is anything we are plenty of here, it is cloth. Cotton is abundant in the summers."
She would continue to help Ahna set up in the yurt, eventually running off for several minutes to get a load of wood. The sun was setting, and it was important to have the kindling and wood ready for their return from the springs. Winter in Toragana was brutal and no less so high on the mountain.
Once they were done, Manisha brought the Av' to a stall that sold a thick soup that smelled of potatoes and cumin. Other dried herbs and powders had been added to the pot en masse, flavoring it enough to tingle the nose. White, flowery plants had been added to the mixture, giving it texture.
"Cauli aloo," Manisha called it. "With your choice of chaang or kumis." She pointed to large skins filled with liquor, to which she explained one was made of rice, the other with mare's milk.
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