Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on May 5, 2019 17:22:34 GMT -8
The hunt had been, to put it bluntly, utterly unsatisfying. The dousing tool had been used exactly once when it had been demonstrated to Altan, who'd pocketed the magic and forgotten about it. To use such a thing was to imply his own skill and magic were insufficient which was as grave an insult as any the Khan had paid the young clan leader.
Yet he'd been unable to ignore the pointing of the smoke and where it had indicated he should go in that first reading. So they'd come shortly to the mountains and when he'd stretched out his own magical sense, plucking at the lines of green and red that made up the mountains it had not taken him long to find the vital force of the centauress and her companion whose spirit felt like a wolf. A white one apparently since Altan could not see the beast even if he did have a vague sense of it.
There was something else, something buried beneath the snow that spoke of power, but Altan cared not for it as he levels his gaze at the centauress. "Are you The Sage the weakling Khan fears so much he sends me to bring her to heel?" While he was not the tallest or broadest of the hunting party it was obvious that he was its leader. His very voice shook the snow as he speaks and the others hold still with their spears ready waiting for his command, they appeared tense, yet he appeared utterly at ease.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on May 10, 2019 11:07:46 GMT -8
Through the fogginess of the air, Riya made out the towering shadows that stood behind her staff. As the air cleared, she could see the leader of the pack staring straight at her, his eyes like daggers through her gut. Her instinct was to freeze; after all, she was as pale as the snowy field around her, but that was not the thinking side of her nature.
Slowly, with her hands formed into fists, she nodded and lied.
"I am the Sage!" she announced. "If you'd like to retrieve me, I will not be coming without trouble."
And, as luck would have it, trouble was at her side.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on May 10, 2019 13:50:01 GMT -8
Karga let out a low growl as he heard the man speak, his body rippling, joints popping as the predator inside begged to be free to rip his opponents to shreds. It had been far too long since he’d last been on a proper hunt and the wolf was restless. He leaned his head to the side and cracked his neck and let his body shift the tiniest amount. He reached to the back of his belt to out a pair of silver bracers and began to strap them onto his forearms, being careful of his fingernails turned silver claws, as he paced a few steps forward.
“Your kind has rarely seen the point in diplomacy, and I doubt you’ll be persuaded to walk away, so let me speak a language you’re more familiar with” He said in an archaic form of the language with a bitter tone in his voice. He bared his now sharp silver fangs in a snarl of anger before glancing back to Riya. “Find the staff and retreat. I’ll distract them.” He said to her, his voice barely audible to her over the mountain winds.
Then without another word he tensed and bolted forward with a ground eating lope as he eyed his opponents. It had been a long time since he fought a healthy man, let alone a son of the mountains. The one he’d killed before had been weakened, injured, and exhausted. He targeted the one farthest to the left and with a slight effort leapt the last five feet to attempt a sudden sledgehammer blow at the man before disengaging.
He didn’t know their capabilities, he didn’t know if they had enchanted weapons, and he didn’t know if they were at all prepared for his kind even if he doubted it. He needed to feel them out, find out their strengths and weaknesses, and if he must, take them down one by one. With the plan in mind he did his job as a distraction, moved like a leaf caught in a mountain gale, flowing like a river from one target to the next, dodging and blocking blows, and testing their defenses with blows Swift as a viper that struck with the force of a swung warhammer.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on May 11, 2019 7:15:17 GMT -8
"Presumptious dog," Altan says in a flat tone as the Sage's guardian declares his intent to attack. The beast may have thought that Altan's kind was incapable of diplomacy but clearly hadn't realized that if he'd been so inclined, Altan could have simply started raining down death before they'd begun talking.
If Karga was hoping for an easy fight he would be let down. These were not any Men of the Mountains, these were the sons and daughters of the Qara'Möngke the most savage a tribe that survived only by hunting the monstrous beasts that were blessed with great size by the Avargus root. That very first blow, so readily announced is blocked, the hunter to the left raising his arms and catching the blow on his raised forearms. The lamellar plating of his armor creaking with the force of Karga's blow, a wickedly savage grin crossing the features of the hunter.
"A worthy beast!"
The man cries to his fellows, clearly impressed by Karga's strength. He would find those defenses of each member of the party. While the first blocked, as did the two female members of the party, the largest of the males didn't react in time. But even a blow with the strength of a Warhammer was nowhere near enough to bring down a man of the mountain.
Only the last, the party leader, did anything different. As Karga darted in Altan accepted the blow moving with it to reduce the impact before retaliating with his own attack, tugging on the lines of red and green mana that ran through the mountain he lashed out with the speed of the howling wind and the strength of an avalanche, a fist hard enough to shatter boulders flying towards Karga's stomach as the beast's own blow causes Altan's bones to creak with its strength. Just like every member of his party the leader of the hunt has a savage grin on his face.
"Hunt, this one made the choice for its Sage. Take her, I will handle this one."
And like that the five Men of the Mountain break towards Riya. The largest of them bending down to scoop up a massive mittful of snow and rock which he launches at the centauress like a catapult losing its stone. The hunting party letting out a howl as their massive strides make easy work of the deep snow letting them chew the distance between themselves and the supposed Sage at a truly alarming rate. If Karga tried to impede their progress he would regret it as the moment the beast tried to move away from Altan the druid would attack, with the power of the mountains flowing through him his speed enough to keep pace with the beast.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on May 17, 2019 18:03:39 GMT -8
The sight of Karga going at the Men of the Mountain was even more alarming than the first time. She found herself frozen in place all up until their leader barked orders to seize her, allowing her legs to spring into action. The centauress was swift, leaping through the air as gracefully as a deer, heading towards the staff.
She was rudely interrupted by the massive snowball that landed ahead of her. Just barely, she was able to stop before her legs were crushed by the rock, but not before half her body was buried in the heap of snow. She kicked her legs, pushing herself upwards on waning strength as the hunting troupe closed in. She managed, just barely, to leap out as they were a hair's reach from grasping her.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jun 10, 2019 14:38:11 GMT -8
Thud. Crack. Karga’s breath was forced out of his lungs in a red and white haze has he felt his ribs snap and his spine protest as his momentum was reversed, flinging him backwards.
He felt his injuries begin to knit as a clinical detachment washed through him, red seeping into his vision. Liver and spleen ruptured, several ribs broken, several other fractures or cracked, right lung punctured, Major internal bleeding.
Pain. Rage. It was time to hunt. With a snarl his features shifted in an instant as he grew and turned into a white blur, claws lashing with force to cleave to the bone, once then twice as he darted between hunters, attempting to open one’s leg and another’s arm before he bounded towards the Druid.
Now mostly shifted, a great beast that stood as tall if not taller then the men of the mountain, half Wolf and half man, with pale snow colored fur that flickered with silver flame. He did not hold back as he attacked with fist and palm and claw, his blows no longer debilitating now lethal, first he would deal with this one, then the others.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jun 11, 2019 17:02:49 GMT -8
The blow connects cleanly and Karga is thrown back. Altan, having already seen the man move and felt his strength, knows that the fight is far from over. Swinging his glaive into his main hand he charges towards the beast, chewing through the snow-covered ground with startling speed closing the gap in a near instant.
Of course, an instant and a new instant are two separate things in battle. Altan watches as Karga's wounds knit and the beast shifts, he watches as the werewolf makes a fatal error in choosing to turn and take a strike at the hunting party. The wolf would pay for being greedy as Altan moves in closer and closer.
The easiest and closest target would be the true giant of the party. Karga's claws driving through the back of the lamellar plating cutting near to the bone with his blow. The large mountain man gasps in pain and drops to one knee howling his outrage.
However, as Karga goes for his next targets arm Altan drives in from the wolf's blindside. The steel of his glaive crackles with energy, enchanted to withstand the force of Altan's own strength. A strength that was magnified to incredible heights as the druid continues to draw in power from the mountain as he seeks to ram the tip of the glaive into Karga's side, the wolf's outstretched arm aimed at Altan's hunter providing perfect access for Altan to drive his glaive into the Werewolf's armpit.
If the blow was successful, Altan would drive the blade in as deep as he can, right to Karga's heart if he can manage, before the beast turns to face him. Once Karga turned to retaliate, Altan would leverage his strength to tear the glaive out of the Werewolf's body in a sideswipe that would deal even more grievous damage before whirling the glaive into a defensive position.
Meanwhile, Riya was well and truly doomed. The centauress had to buck backward to avoid the boulder and that cost her precious time. The hunting party passed the staff, unaware of its existence, and closed in upon her. She could run away and leave the staff behind, or she could try to dart through the party, however with one of them still hurling snow and stone at her and the other two closing in she would be hard pressed to do so. She was simply outnumbered.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jun 14, 2019 13:00:28 GMT -8
She barely caught the sight of Karga and Altan's battle through the hulking bodies of the party. Hollering his name was all she could manage before leaping backward, feeling her limbs burn with the effort. This was looking much worse than she'd thought. Karga was strong, but they were against an entire group of Mountain Men. Not only that but one of the most dangerous khanate of them all.
As she struggled to pull away from Altan's lackeys, her mind was racing. The centaur could feel the lack of food and sleep pull at her like a hundred arms grabbing her toward the ground. The pain of the cold air in her lungs and days of sprinting through the thick snow was all but torture to her mind now. Even if they managed to get the staff now, she wasn't going anywhere... but these warriors didn't know that she did not wield the sage's power.
"... KARGA!" screamed the centaur. "RUN!"
If there was even a chance he could escape, they would take her, yes... and he could come back for the staff, hide it from the hands of the Tamorjin! She could die. In fact, once the Khan found out she wasn't the sage, she was sure a fate worse lay ahead of her, but the sage's power was much more important now!
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Aug 5, 2019 17:26:10 GMT -8
Karga heard the scream, discarded it, felt the strike coming and with the polished ease of endless drilling instinctively swept his arm horizontally, ki flowing through his arm as magic infused metal and flesh collided with force that would have powdered marble. Karga didn't quite stop the strike, instead neutralizing the deadly force and using it to propel him through the air. Rationality and animal fury raged a war in his mind, and he knew he couldn't let the latter win. With a sigh and a crackling of bones the old wolf reverted to an almost purely human form, canine ears, shaggy hair, and silver fangs and claws the only remnant. Cold fury burned in his platinum eyes as he locked gazes with the Druid and flowed into a middling stance. He felt the ki burn through his flesh like ice water as his expression returned to a neutral state. He rolled his head, cracking his neck as he forced the animal within to listen. His control of his bestial nature might have slipped momentarily, but he was no child to give into the rage. With a deceptively languid motion he began to run forward. The snake was dangerous, but it had a head. Remove that, and the others would fall still soon enough. Slow was smooth. Smooth was fast. He had drilled move after move for centuries. He would not lose to some punk hunter with a sharpened stick, not when one he had made a vow too was within inches of death's door and his gift and ki were working together in ways rarely dreamed of to turn him into a predator of it's own class. One with claws like diamond and flesh like enchanted steel. It was time to see what would break first, as he dodged the lesser prey and focused on the predator.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Aug 7, 2019 15:46:54 GMT -8
Altan was impressed when the beast managed to snake out and block what likely would have been a debilitating blow. Of course, in doing so Karge lost any chance he had at successfully getting to the other hunter which meant that Riya's chances were nill. As Karga flies away from Altan the rest of the hunting party closes the gap and massive arms grab onto the centauress.
Whirling his glaive his eyes track the movements of the beast, but it was beast no more. Evidently, the creature had decided to fight as a man. There was something in the way Karga moved that suggested that Altan may, at last, be in for a challenge. The Song of the Mountain swells within his veins and for a moment he is quite ready to see what would win. Speed and precision or strength and endurance, for the power thrumming into the clan leader, was that of the avalanche, the shrugging of a mountain against those who would defile it.
But he was not here to satiate his desire for glory. Just as Karga had decided to let rationality move his body now, Altan decided that he would try to complete his original goal in this. "If the... If Karga." No reason not to be diplomatic since he now knew the beast's name. "Does not stop then kill the centaur." He orders his hunters and if Karga did not stop, they would do as ordered without mercy. For all Karga's centuries of practice and skill, there was no overcoming being outnumbered. The werewolf had no hope of defeating Altan before the hunters slew Riya and if he tried to stop them then he would be turn his back on Altan and as he'd already learned twice that could well be a fatal mistake.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Aug 12, 2019 20:41:30 GMT -8
Riya's eyes grew wide when she heard the mountain man's words. She kicked her hooves fruitlessly and squirmed. "KARGA!" she screamed. She couldn't let them both die here! He had to escape! He had to be able to take the staff and get it to the sage! "Please, just listen to him!"
She looked left and right, masking her search for the staff as a count of Tamorbataar's sons and daughters in the hunting party. If only she could get the damned thing to speak to him, but it had never been reliable, not even when she pleaded to it. The damned thing was as chaotic as the storms in the mountains and had a wild mind. It didn't care for good or evil: it just wanted to be free.
The centaur opened her eyes wide, staring at the ground. Could she talk to it? Let it know, somehow, that Karga was how it could be free? Before she tried, Riya waited for Karga to respond.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Aug 13, 2019 20:13:30 GMT -8
Karga growled low in his throat, the sound loud enough to be heard over the wind. There was something else there that was ruling up his wilder side. The one that relished in the hunt, the battle, the conflict, and especially the kill. A quiet eager voice that egged him to change completely, give in to the savagery. These clowns couldn’t kill him before he killed them all first but he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t end with just the sons of the mountains.
“I was breaking armies before your family name was first uttered boy, and I’ll be living a quiet life long after it has been forgotten. You aren’t even a shadow of the old masters who stood before me and broke like the mountain wind on these jagged peaks. Even your kind must remember the old tales. You called us the horrors of the shade. The ghosts in the snow. If you survive you may remember me, but I doubt I’ll remember you after you’re blood stains the snow. Let the woman go. Earn your honor elsewhere child. You’ll find only death in this, my domain.” He said coldly, his ears pricked, face flushed as he breathed slowly and evenly. If they killed her, none would leave alive. It was in his face, the set of his shoulders, the quiet resolve in his posture that much like the mountain peak, refused to even sway in the brutal winds.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Aug 14, 2019 8:49:05 GMT -8
Altan slowly circles Karga as the wolf speaks and by the time the old wolf is finished, he is grinning. "I've known many like you beast." He says with a shrug. "Those who think a legend makes something invincible. The great bear was so large he could bite a mountain man in half with a single snap of his jaws, my people told me none could slay it." Altan laughs mirthlessly, his eyes never leaving Karga. "I now wear it as my cloak."
He pauses once he finds the spot he is looking for. "My people said that I did not do what I claimed, that I was too small and weak to have defeated such a foe. So I traveled into the deep caves and found The Scourge of The Mountain, a great flightless dragon who had eaten entire hunting parties. I now wear its teeth as a necklace."
There is no fear of death in Altan, no fear of Karga, which did not mean he was free of it but that he knew how to use it. "Now you come to me and say you are a legend, a breaker of armies, and that you are certain you will win. I say nothing is certain old beast, but I have taken a measure of you and I do not think this will be my last day."
Another low mirthless chuckle. "But I did not come here to fight. I came for The Sage, I came to find out what havoc they might unleash if they are led unbowed into The Great Khan's Hall for I have no love for Kurchar. But if you think the pride you find in your legend is worth her life, then come and test it. I look forward to seeing what prize I will take from you, besides this staff." He taps the Sage's staff with his foot. Of course, he had sensed it. It was an item of great natural energy the same kind the druid called upon himself.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Sept 7, 2019 11:50:01 GMT -8
Fruitlessly, the centaur kicked her legs as she watched Altan reached for the staff. She grit her teeth. Riya had hoped so much that they would take her, leave the sage's power in the ground for Karga to take. No such luck. The centaur tribes were good as done with this in the hands of the khan. Her eyes grew as she looked upon Karga, holding her breath.
But... wait.
What did the Mountain Man say?
She blinked several times in disbelief, turning her head to stare at Altan.
"Come again?"
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Nov 4, 2019 20:50:54 GMT -8
"Few ever think that it will be their last day." Karga said with a roll of his shoulder. "I personally find that each day I endure is just another gift, and curse. If today is my day then that is what it is. However I know when to," as he spoke his form rippled, returning entirely to that of the lean half elf,"step back. Enough blood has been spilled. You have what you desire. All here still have their lives." He flicked his eyes from the centaur to the staff to the druid. "Shall we take what we have and part ways?" The beast inside howled for blood, but Karga had waded through scarlet oceans, he silenced to howls with a thought. "Or are you going to insist on fighting a legend who has quite obviously become somewhat rusty in his skills in his long years of solitude?" His pose was relaxed but he was drawn tight as a mountain son's bow as he swore silently that if Riya died, the druid would follow her across that dark veil.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Nov 6, 2019 6:02:27 GMT -8
Shifting his glaive to his left hand he hooks his foot under the staff. With a quick motion, he sends it into the air and snatches it with his right. It appeared as though Altan had caught the centauress off guard and that the realization that he was in a poor position had finally lead Karga to back down.
"Considering I have both sage and staff." He did not know that the sage and the staff were the same entity, he still believed the centauress to be the sage. Though he did know the staff was important since she'd been trying to convince the beat to leave with it. "I would think you'd be less eager for us to leave with what we have."
Then Altan's attention turns to the one of the two who seemed to have some sense in their head. "As I said Sage, I have no particular love for Kuchar. He killed my father and subverted my clan. I am honour bound to obey him but I see no reason not to subvert him where I can so long as I am following the letter of his orders if not the spirit. So if I can bring him the sage only to have the sage escape his custody, causing damage and besmirching his honour in the process I see no reason not to do this."
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Riya
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Nov 16, 2019 17:02:04 GMT -8
Riya rose her hand to Karga.
This was not what they were expecting, wasn't part of the plan, but neither was getting caught. She thought it was all but over before Tamorbataar's son started speaking.
"We'll go with you," she declared, looking straight at her wolf friend. "If what you're saying is true, this will also give me a chance to save some of my brethren. This will continue to hurt the Khan, but I need to know where they're being held. If you do that for me, I'll do all that you ask and more!"
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Karga Oldfang
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Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jan 11, 2020 18:47:54 GMT -8
Karga growled deep in his throat, not liking the predicament at all, but knowing there was little choice. "
"If you wish us to follow, give her the staff as a sign of good faith. Otherwise how are we to trust that you mean what you say." He finally said after a long moment of thought.
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 12, 2020 13:21:39 GMT -8
"The fact that I have not had the centaur's throat slit off-hand should be sign enough of my good faith. And I will compound that by not asking either of you to go bound or disarmed until we are approaching the Conqueror's Peak." He pauses and then shakes his head. "But I think I will be keeping the staff until then as well. I can sense the power from it so when it comes time to cut you loose within the khan's halls I will make it available to you." These last words are addressed to Riya. "And we will, of course, have to talk of how to make it seem as though you've been cowed while leaving you capable of escaping."
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 12, 2020 22:19:18 GMT -8
Riya felt dizzy, head clouded like this was all a dream. Truthfully, she almost refused to believe it was anything but. Was this the famed Qara'Mongke telling them he would let them go after dashing them into Dzhambul to wreak havoc upon them?
Her heart yearned to believe it, but her head rebelled. Despite it, what choice did they have?
"We accept," said Riya swiftly. "We accept your offer. You've given us no reason to refuse it. All I ask is that you let Karga go. He was caught in this because I asked for his help but he deserves to go home."
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