Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 8, 2020 0:11:11 GMT -8
"Ah, yes, the martial arts are a vital part of any leader's skillset. I personally favou--" Ulfang cuts himself off as the meaning of her words hit him. If he were paying attention, he may have sensed the trickle of lust magics seeping into his body, but in his state of distraction, taken slightly aback by her very unsubtle lewdness, it slips by undetected. Its effects are felt immediately, and a twitch of his towel precedes a slow rise in its center, the cloth quickly beginning to strain to contain him and barely succeeding as he ties it tighter around his waist.
After a few moments of this half-stunned silence, Ulfang bursts out into laughter, shaking his head incredulously. "My, Naoki, you surprise me more with our every meeting," he chuckles. The pale skin of his cheeks has begun to take on a slight pink hue, and he is forced to shove one hand down upon his towel to keep it from tearing from his hips as his lengthy, now-turgid manhood strains for freedom. He wonders at that. It must be the steam, opening his pores and stimulating blood flow and such. Or perhaps it's just been far too long since he has last lain with a woman. He could likely bed any woman in the Vale upon request save perhaps his lieutenant, but he prefers a different approach than that. His preference is to sample and savour a woman's particular personality and flavour, like a connoisseur tasting fine wine, before partaking in the peak of her carnal pleasures. So why this reaction?
He doesn't suspect for a moment that magic may be at play, and by the time he's once again focused enough to sense it, its signature residual buzz has subsided. Still, it has set off a chain reaction in his contact-starved body, and he finds his thoughts difficult to work through, harried consistently by a now-present undertone of physical yearning. "Ah-hah," he coughs, a half embarrassed, half mirthfully amused grin crossing his features, "my Empress, I do apologise. It seems your jest has affected me more than it should have!"
He has no shame in his body -- he is quite well-endowed, after all -- but even so there's a touch of embarrassment to be had when becoming so easily aroused in front of a fine woman, and royalty at that. Still, he supposes it's inevitable. The woman is a blasted monument to lust, after all. Every curve, every movement, every expression hints at it. What he wouldn't do to...
But that line of thought is improper, and given Naoki's very light dosage of lust magic, he's able to rein his fantasies in and stow them away, although his gaze does finally drift below Naoki's neckline, trailing down to the exposed flesh of her voluptuous thighs, their smooth, supple, sweat-slicked flesh shimmering in the dim light of the Sudatorium. His heat-driven lewd inspection of her figure is finally overridden by his higher functions, and his gaze snaps back up to her eyes. His flesh is a little rosier now than when he first entered, and one might suspect that not all of the sweat on his figure is induced by the humidity of the room.
In an attempt to get himself back under control entirely, he begins speaking again, attempting to disengage from his arousal. "Yes, well, spending time with others is something I do not do often enough, myself," he begins, rambling a bit. "There are few enough living in the Dreadhalls, and those few are not ah...what's the word...the-the companionable sort, I suppose. My top lieutenant, Gunndís Ehrensvärd, is a good friend. She is not as attractive or witty as your grace, but she is a great combatant." Blast his instinctual desire to mate. He must be quiet his reptilian brain and combat the swelling in his towel, lest what little is left of his already lacking eloquence melts away.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 8, 2020 21:00:29 GMT -8
Naoki, for her part, smirks devilishly. She watches Ulfang and his eyes, and when he looks back up, she winks at him again. The difference between tact and subtlety is itself a subtle difference, but it is clear that Naoki employs one but not the other.
“More than it should have, perhaps,” she replies, “But not any less than it was intended to.” The direction this conversation is taking suits her well, but what he says next gives her pause. She hadn’t yet given very much thought to what manner of life Ulfang here might lead, aside from one that involves lots of battle and necromancy, repeated ad infinitum. But here is one whose family has died and has for company only soulless husks and a handful of lieutenants.
“... It must be quite lonely up there,” Naoki remarks, looking at Ulfang with a newfound pity. “Lonely... and cold, and wholly devoid of cozy things like... cinnamon buns, or hugs.”
Having gone on about her compassion mere moments ago, it’s impossible not to feel bad for this big scary bear of a man. Big and scary (and girthy) as though he may be, he’s a man — a human, with needs, just like the rest of them. He didn't necessarily ask to be who he is, but here he is regardless, all lonely and likely quite pent up. It isn’t necessarily that Naoki was unaware of this fact, but the pity comes more easily when he calls attention to it in such a vulnerable state.
“Why, I bet you don’t even have a masseuse, do you?” Naoki’s tone is both concerned and chastising, as though the fact is irresponsible on his part.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 8, 2020 21:50:21 GMT -8
Ulfang gives a low, rumbling chuckle at Naoki's pitying tone, shaking his head and waving her concern away. If he had been the average Valeman, her pity would be highly insulting, but he has the perspective of having already experienced the divide of cultural etiquette between Isra and the Vale in a most uncomfortable manner, and he would rather not subject Naoki to the same discomfort.
"Lonely it may be, but us Valemen are used to such seclusion! Still, it is good to spend time with friends and allies, even off the field of battle," he intones valiantly, using bluster to cover for the arousal that still burns in his loins despite his best efforts.
At her chiding he offers a bemused smirk. Black Vale hot blackstone massages were very, very pleasant, as the stone had a naturally conductive quality to it that made them perfect for the task. Still, it's true that he's not recieved one in ages. On further reckoning, it must have been at least forty years.
In fact, the thought of having a castle masseur had never even occurred to him. But now that the gorgeous and altogether irresistible woman across from him is suggesting it, well. He would certainly have to look into it. She looks like she knows a thing or two about such pleasures of the flesh.
And there his mind goes again. His face reddens once more. What is wrong with him? His willpower is usually impressive, almost unbreakable. But something about Naoki, something about the way she speaks, the way she carries herself, even the way her breast heaves as she takes a breath, has suddenly awakened a fire in his heart that he's finding unusually difficult to control. Gods, what an intriguing ally he's made.
"No, Naoki, I am afraid I haven't a court masseur to speak of. It has indeed been long since I have received a massage, as well. Perhaps you should show me how it is done in Isra," he suggests, recognising the implications of his words mere milliseconds after they leave his lips. He sighs again. His ineloquence is sure to get him killed someday.
"Naoki, I apologise. I have a way of shoving my foot squarely between my jaws," he groans, his face beet red now. Of course he had meant that she introduce him to her masseur, not that she herself perform such an intimate act upon his person. Still, difficult to retract such a statement now, and his searching for the right words gives Naoki plenty of time to interject.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 9, 2020 22:02:06 GMT -8
It is Naoki’s turn to chuckle as Ulfang stumbles over his words and starts to go red. He reminds her of Keph, she realizes.
“Oh, no no, I would be all too happy to,” she assures him, rising to her feet. “In fact, there is oil here for exactly this occasion!” Naoki doesn’t bother to hide her enthusiasm in taking it from the cabinet.
“Of course, usually you would lie down, but you’re bigger than all the tables anyway, so sit right there,” she tells him, stepping up onto the bench. He’s exactly where she wants him.
Doling out some oil, Naoki rubs it between her hands. It smells vaguely of mint. “You said you wished to know me, yes? Well, know this: I am an excellent masseuse.”
With that she begins, giving the muscles around Ulfang’s neck and shoulders a few experimental pushes and prods. Her hands, reasonably-proportioned as though they may be, seem rather small in comparison to the vast expanse of manflesh before her. She hums. This will take a while.
“It’s not a skill I often have the opportunity to practice,” she continues, starting to work over his shoulder, “But it is one I have nonetheless. … I can also juggle.”
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 9, 2020 22:26:07 GMT -8
"Oh, well, Naoki, I didn't mean--" begins Ulfang in that growling baritone, but by the time he can finish his objection, she's eagerly begun her process, lathering her hands with oil and moving up to sit behind him. The corners of his lips turn up into a slight grin. Well, he figures if she's that keen on doing it, he may as well let her. After all, it has been a long time.
He relaxes and leans back against the second bench with a gentle exhale as Naoki leaps up to the third, his excitement at the prospect mounting. After all, why not? The Empress is the lady of the citadel within which he currently sits, and if she wishes to serve him in such a way, who is he to argue? It would be rude not to accept her tender ministrations.
He catches a glimpse of a little more skin as Naoki's towel rides up a bit during her ascent, the quick glance certainly not helping with the problem still blatantly present below his waistline, his towel nearly tearing from his hips yet again before he gets the bind under control. He's about to speak again, but then Naoki begins her expert massage, and he shudders at the feel of her silky smooth hands pressing and rubbing away at the knots that have built up in his powerful trapezius, shutting his mouth so as to prevent a wholly embarrassing sound from escaping. This will surely be one of Naoki's tougher clients -- as expansive as his musculature is, it's also very tense, clearly having been neglected for a long time.
Ulfang's eyelids flutter shut and he rolls his head forward a bit to give Naoki a better vantage. He winces every now and again as she presses at a new tension spot, but then sighs pleasantly afterward as the tension is worked out. The scent of mint refreshes his mind and the feel of the massage oil being worked into his skin fills his body with a pleasant warmth. Not the hot, urging warmth of arousal, but the gentle, cloying warmth of bliss. What divine treatment. "Mmh, I could certainly get used to this, my lady," he groans. "You may practice this skill on me any time you please. As for juggling...well, perhaps later."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 10, 2020 13:31:21 GMT -8
“Oh I’m sure,” Naoki replies, kneading at Ulfang’s shoulder. Even when she pushes and leans into it, it seems as though he doesn’t budge, making her job that much easier. She proceeds methodically about her task, moving one side to the other and back, occasionally pausing for more oil. But the silence does not suit her.
“All of these scars have stories,” Naoki says, tracing one with her finger. “Tell me a good one.”
Admittedly, it’s a ruse to get him talking so that she might knead some amusing noises out of him. But who would he be to deny a request to relate one of his glorious tales of battle, of which there are undoubtedly many?
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2020 14:06:21 GMT -8
Ulfang shivers a touch and rolls his shoulder as Naoki's gentle fingertip traces his flesh. He grins a little brighter as she inquires as to his past, though. Storytelling is a cultural pastime endemic to the Varan peoples, and Valemen are no exception. The skalds of Aesgir are renowned for their ability to weave a tale, and the ancient Vale possesses many a tale to be told. The king is no skald, but he's not one to turn down such a request, especially not when made by a singularly attractive woman.
"Let me see...ah, yes. Have I ever told you of the Battle of the Crow's Summit? Undoubtedly not," he begins. "Long ago, decades before the establishment of Isra, the Black Vale was home to two necromancers who would be king. Myself, of course, and an ancient lich possessed of unimaginable strength, who called himself Maketh the Crow."
Ulfang has to pause for a moment as Naoki's elbow presses down on a particularly sensitive spot, sending a shudder of pleasure up his spinal cord. It elicits a pleased rumble, somewhat reminiscent of a bear's growl, but finally he continues.
"Maketh was a nasty sort. In life he was a Ravenpeak Giant, expelled by his kin for slaughtering a village of his own kind to raise in order to do his bidding, and in death his necromantic powers were beyond compare. A deadly foe, especially back then, when I was still rebuilding the Von Haren power base," Ulfang explains.
"From his base situated upon the fortified peak of a tall mountain, he tore across the Northern reaches of the Black Vale, spreading terror and death wherever he went. Reports of swarms of ghouls tearing through entire villages reached my ears, and I mobilized my own forces to meet him."
"Back then my army was small, and I possessed no airborne units. As such, I was forced to--ohhh, Gods," Ulfang is interrupted by another wave of bliss radiating out from Naoki's gentle hands, causing him to groan with absolute ecstasy. He quickly gets himself under control, though, and clears his throat, a touch embarrassed at the outburst.
"Excuse me, Empress. Your touch is simply divine and I could not contain myself. Your hands must be blessed by the gods themselves. Now, where was I?" He inquires, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 10, 2020 21:04:09 GMT -8
Naoki, for her part, is having an absolute whale of a time and doesn’t pause for an instant. Like putty in her hands — but it’s tough, scarred putty and hands blessed by the gods themselves. When he moans, she can barely suppress a giggle. If she can do this with her hands to his back... prospects are good.
“You mobilized your army, but it was small with no airborne units,” she reminds him.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2020 22:40:41 GMT -8
"Ah, yes, of course," says Ulfang, somewhat distracted still by Naoki's touch. It doesn't take him long to get back into the spirit of the story, though.
"Well, as I had no way to cross the Harvestlands by air, and there was no way for my small force to fight his on the open fields, myself and my lieutenant at the time, Borog the Strong, needed to come up with a plan of attack that didn't force upon us unreplenishable losses."
"For three days and three nights we plotted, without food or sleep. We went through plan after plan after plan, but every one we thought of was either too slow and would end with the Harenhalls captured by Maketh -- such as skirting the mountains to go around the harvestlands -- or would be overwhelmingly likely to end in both our deaths. But then, it hit me. In a fit of sleep-deprived insanity, a plan came to me. It was surely suicidal, but it was our only shot. Borog and I...we would ride a Storm Dragon."
Pause for effect.
"We finally got some sleep and supper that night, and the next day we set out for the Ravenpeaks, to search the known territory of a massive Storm Dragon called 'Ranyaro', who the Giants had been trying to hunt for decades with little success."
"After two days of searching the craggy mountain passes and tracking the beast relentlessly, icecicles were beginning to form in my beard and Borog was on the verge of collapse. We were nearly out of will to continue."
His tone becomes hushed, almost reverent. "But then, a mass of thick, dark clouds passed overhead, and a great blizzard began abruptly. Darkness fell as quickly as if the sun had been blown out like a candle. We saw him then, the great beast, a black spot amongst the grey, barely visible through the whipping winds and swirling snow flurries."
"He dipped below the cloud cover for a moment, his silver-white scales shimmering as if struck by moonlight, great bursts of lightning following his path through the clouds like the wake beneath a ship. Naoki, let me tell you, he was a magnificent beast. So glorious was he that I nearly hesitated."
"But I knew what must be done. A great bolt of black magic formed within my hand and I threw it up into the sky. My aim was true, guided by the gods, and a thick black smog surrounded the beast, stealing the wind from below his wings and forcing him down to land before us. With a great, terrible roar like rolling thunder he faced us, electric blue eyes piercing our very souls with their enraged intensity."
"The beast must have stood at fifty fod at the shoulder, and longer than the towers of Harenhall were tall. Glorious, he was, and terrible. Borog brandished his great axe and I raised Fang, and we charged the beast, neither of us certain we could best the creature despite our dark powers."
"The fight lasted half the day. Wind whipped around us, lightning struck the ground near our feet, setting our ears to ringing. The beast took swipes with it's great razor sharp claws and blew blasts of impossibly cold air from its gaping maw that turned the earth to ice. But we were faster, and hour by hour we weakened the creature, taking swipes at gaps in its scales at every opportunity, barely evading its sweeping claws and whipping tail. The dragon nicked my back once, tearing through my armour like hot butter, but it only left a small wound. It's that shallow scar there," he reaches around to point to a light pink, jagged discoloration of his skin running along his lower back and wrapping about to his iliac region.
"We eventually exhausted Ranyaro to the point where he could not fight anymore, and thus began the much more difficult part of the plan: convincing a dragon to serve us."
"Surely we could have simply taken the dragon with a silver rope about its neck and bound it to our service, but as soon as we let it free it would have killed us. No, there was a more elegant solution to be had. Borog, you see, was a powerful diviner, a user of the mentalic arts. This allowed him to communicate with the dragon directly through his mind, as long as he kept physical contact. Borog touched his hand to the exhausted dragon's crown between four massive horns, and communed with the ancient beast for hours. I am still at a loss as to how he did it or what he said. Borog took that secret with him to his grave, but after what felt like an age, the diviner opened his eyes at last and informed me that the dragon would help us save the Vale."
Ulfang leans back into Naoki's touch, his mid back pressing against her shins, the feeling of more skin-to-skin contact a great pleasure to Ulfang. He's certainly loving her deft fingers, if the throaty growls of pleasure slipping past his lips are any indication.
He takes a short break from the story to collect his thoughts for the second act, which also gives time for Naoki to ask any questions.
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Haru
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 26
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Body is about nine feet long while the tail adds about another nine feet to the length. The fur on top of him is a charcoal black, while on his belly he has bronze colored fur. The tail is entirely bronze colored. Eyes are a deep amber color.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a saddle when someone is riding him.
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Post by Haru on Feb 12, 2020 19:49:45 GMT -8
While Naoki and Ulfang enjoyed their story-time and backrub respectively, they were about to find their private time ended by a rather unexpected visitor. Somehow or another, Haru had made his way past the changing room and into the Sudatorium. He had been searching for his master in all her usual places, only to be disappointed. But finally, by fate perhaps, he had found her!
Padded paws allowing him to move silently over to where Naoki and Ulfang were sitting, Haru pulled up short a few feet away. Tilting his head sideways as he stared at Ulfang, Haru considered the man for a moment. When most people saw Ulfang, the first thing that would come to mind was perhaps his frightening and battled hardened appearance, but for Haru… It was the fact his master was petting someone other than him!
Now a simple-minded cat might simply approach their master and demand to be petted. But Haru was no simple-minded cat. Haru was a thinker. Haru must assert his dominance over the one who his master was petting, that way there would be no confusion in the future as to who received the pets.
Without a shred of hesitation, Haru easily climbed up the first bench and flopped over onto Ulfang’s lap. While Haru wouldn’t do such a thing to a normal human, like that flimsy Fletcher his master occasionally petted, this one was clearly big enough to handle him.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 12, 2020 19:50:13 GMT -8
Naoki listens silently to Ulfang’s story, continuing about her task in her tender, methodical fashion. Kneading, pressing, massaging, working 40 years’ worth of stress out of his muscles. But the massage abruptly stops, her hands frozen mid-motion, as she hears someone in the changing room. There damn well shouldn’t be anyone in the changing room — if there is that means something’s wrong! But her alarm turns to pleasant surprise as the door opens and Naoki sees who it is.
“Oh! Haru!”
Chuckling to herself, Naoki picks up where she left off. Seeing as how the two haven’t met, she feels it appropriate to make introductions. “Speaking of magnificent beasts: Haru, this is Ulfang, King of The Black Vale. And Ulfang, this is Haru, Soft Kitty.” She nods to each of them in turn.
Peeking up over Ulfang’s shoulder, Naoki watches with no small amount of amusement as Haru flops himself d i r e c t l y across Ulfang’s lap. The whole bench groans in protest! It was determined early on that she is far too delicate for such treatment — Haru is no small cat. Usually, he flops adjacent to her, but Ulfang here has a very sturdy lap indeed.
“He would like you to pet him,” Naoki oh-so-helpfully offers.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 12, 2020 20:19:38 GMT -8
Ulfang lets out a grunt of discomfort and raises his elbows to his sides as the massive cat plops down upon his lap, raising both brows in surprise and mild annoyance at the sudden intrusion onto Naoki and his perfectly good rendezvous. It's immediately a source of mild displeasure, especially as the cat presses painfully down upon his distended privates, but Ulfang's certainly dealt with worse. Still, that might seriously hamper the pleasure he gets from the massage, and it's pretty quick to cool his arousal.
He hadn't noticed the cat's entrance, his eyes closed and senses dulled by bliss, so it's as much his fault as the cat's that he didn't shift himself before it laid upon him. Still, it doesn't look like it's leaving any time soon, and the bloody thing is a little over twice as long as he is including the tail. He might be able to lift it, but he imagines its claws are proportional, and he's not looking to add any new scars. It looks like, for the moment, Ulfang is stuck with this gigantic housecat.
"Well, he is certainly a beast. Where did you find such a...titan of a cat, Naoki?" asks Ulfang, cautiously lowering his arms again to rest them upon Haru's back. He slowly runs his hand down its spine, examining the texture of its fur as he trails toward the tail. Thick fur. He rests at the base of its tail, measuring it using his hand as a reference, and figures it's got to be nearly as long as its body. Mountain beast, perhaps? The tail could help it balance on infirm footing, and the fur could protect it from cold. Certainly no domestic housecat, this. It's nothing that might be found in the Ravenpeaks, either. Perhaps Isra's territory has more to offer than crowded cities and soft people, after all.
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Haru
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 26
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Body is about nine feet long while the tail adds about another nine feet to the length. The fur on top of him is a charcoal black, while on his belly he has bronze colored fur. The tail is entirely bronze colored. Eyes are a deep amber color.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a saddle when someone is riding him.
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Registered: Dec 7, 2016 20:43:43 GMT -8
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Post by Haru on Feb 13, 2020 14:23:02 GMT -8
Letting out several rumbling purrs as Ulfang stroked his spine, Haru pawed at the air several times before letting out a long yawn. The one who Naoki petted was petting him… This was as it should be. But now that he was in the Sudatorium, he began to realize how warm it was!
While he did very much like being petted, his fur against another warm body in such a place as steamy as this… It was simply too hot! Tail thumping against the bench several times, Haru unceremoniously rolled off Ulfang’s lap and onto the floor. Rolling over once more for good measure, Haru is left belly up several feet away from Ulfang.
Turning his head to observe Naoki and Ulfang, Haru opened his jaws to let out yet another long yawn while stretching his arms and legs out to their full length. Naoki had said some things when he first arrived, but the only important thing she’d said had been telling this large human to pet him. While he could understand the humans’ language, most of the time he paid little attention to it.
Deciding he was satisfied to simply be in the same room as his master, Haru seemed content simply lying on the floor. If she wished to pet that man, Haru would allow it. For now.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 13, 2020 15:08:13 GMT -8
“He entered Isra from the north,” Naoki replies. “He flew down from the mountains, I believe. I met him near the northern gate, and we got on well.”
“I think it has to do with the ears,” she continues, paying some attention now to Ulfang’s spine. “He understands common, but doesn’t listen to anyone other than me — and even then, only some of the time. As far as I’m aware Haru is unique upon this world, and I am glad to have him, as he is terribly soft and a very nice kitty. … Look at how long he is!” Again, Naoki chuckles, astounded by Haru’s magnificent length. The room is hardly large enough.
“But continue,” she urges Ulfang, wanting to hear the rest of the story. “Borog convinced Ranyaro to help you, then what?”
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 13, 2020 21:31:00 GMT -8
"Ah, so he is a mountain beast. I suspected as much," declares Ulfang. He sighs with relief as Haru rolls off of him, happy that the immense pressure upon his lap has been released once more, and chuckles at the cat's antics as he rolls about on the ground.
It doesn't take long for his pleasure to return at Naoki's soft touch, his sensitive spinal column sending signals of bliss up his back. He leans forward a bit to give Naoki more room to operate and brushes his smooth, snow white hair aside to get it out of her way.
Ulfang strokes his close cut beard slowly, regathering his thoughts. "So, where was I...ah yes. There Ranyaro stood," he begins, "head bowed to the ground to allow us access to step up onto his long, sinuous neck. Even with his accommodation, Borog and I had to boost one another to reach his crest, and neither of us were small men!"
"That was the first time I had ever lain hands upon a Storm Dragon. Up close he was even more magnificent. His scales were warm to the touch, almost uncomfortably so, and felt as if electrically charged. As I sat upon his neck, just behind his titanic horns, he raised his head and I felt as if I could see the world for mil around if not for the maelstrom. Glorious creatures, truly splendiferous," enthuses Ulfang reverently.
"He took to the skies, then. I will not lie, it was a terrifying experience at first. The ground shrunk so suddenly that I felt as if I'd been flung from a catapult. It was not long before we had disappeared into the storm clouds and I could see nothing but grey in all directions, although despite the lightning that flashed all around and the violent wind that whipped about us, we were as the eye of a cyclone, untouched by the surrounding chaos."
"Borog and I had come up with an attack plan that Borog had then relayed to the dragon through their link: we would ride Ranyaro to the Crow's fortified peak and the dragon would tear it from its foundations stone by stone until there was nothing left. With the necromancer-giant exposed and a Storm Dragon to help us, we would destroy Maketh and bring an end to his tyranny. Our minds and wills set singularly on that goal, we flew north. Borog guided Ranyaro in the right direction, seeing through his eyes, those magical optics that pierced even the thick smog of the thunderheads, and their combined efforts made for a smooth and pleasantly uneventful journey."
"It would take a horse several days of running full tilt to reach the northern peaks from the reaches where we began, but on the back of the great dragon it took us less than two. We took only one rest-break, lasting but three hours, and it was an exhausting pace to keep. Not the least for the dragon, whose injuries, while relatively minor, were a draw on his body's strength. Still, we made it through, but not all was to go as planned."
Ulfang pauses for a moment, rolling his shoulders and rumbling in pleasure as Naoki rubs a particularly tense spot from his back. He leans down to give Haru's belly a quick scratch, and then sits back up and clears his throat before starting back on the story.
"As we neared the southernmost border of the northern range, the dragon began to tire. It was not long before we were alighting back upon the ground in a most inopportune place: in an open field with no cover right before the towering Crow's Peak, overlooked by a great wedge-shaped ridge of stone. There a vast army of the dead awaited us. Ghouls, shamblers, ghasts, rotting abominations...they were like a sea before us. We were not to be able to lift off again, Borog informed me, and it was too late to turn tail; the army was already upon us. Borog and I stood shoulder to shoulder, with the great dragon stood behind, looming over us and the army. A thunderous roar rang out from the dragon's mouth, fangs the length of a man's leg bared at the advancing army. A wailing wind and cold, biting rain whipped about us. The army began their charge, and Borog and I raised our weapons to greet them with valourous cries of battle. And so began the legendary Battle of The Crow's Summit."
"We carved a bloody path through the scrambling mass of undead, and Fang delighted in their destruction. Borog was near as tall as me and just as strong, and his great battleaxe cut through those who I could not. There were so many. We wheeled about and dashed and tumbled to avoid the razor sharp, rending claws of the ghouls that leapt on us like snow leopards pouncing upon prey. We cut down massive swathes of rotting shamblers, but more always stood to take their place. Ranyaro's stormcalling saved us many a kill, great bolts of lightning crashing down to send clusters of the dead tumbling in all directions."
"Ranyaro was too large for the smaller creatures to even begin to trifle with, but the roiling flesh abominations, with their hundreds of bladed limbs and tentacles and guts the width of small houses provided more of a challenge, given their numbers. Ranyaro tore across the battlefield to engage them, creating a massive swath of desolated undead in his path, which we followed, grateful for the beast's assistance. Had it been only Borog and myself, we surely would have perished upon that battlefield, but with Ranyaro distracting the abominations and guarding our entire rear flank all his own, we could survive."
"After several minutes of fighting my armour was in tatters, the bladed claws of the ghouls and icy grasps of spectres rending it apart after repeated strikes. I received several of the scars you now see from that battle. Look here--" Ulfang points to a long, deep-looking pair of scars that begin at the nape of his neck and end in the center of his back "--here I was struck by a ghoul who somehow got behind me and leapt upon me, shoving me to the ground. Had Borog not noticed my plight and cloven the beast in two, I would surely have been executed then and there. A lesson in the fragility of life, I suppose. Thankfully, my ever trustworthy lieutenant was there to save me...but he could not save himself."
Ulfang pauses for a moment, letting out a sad, wistful sigh. He collects himself with a slow intake of breath and begins again, planting his hand upon his knee and shaking his head side to side slowly.
"One of my greatest regrets. As he gave me his hand to help me up, he was charged from behind by one of the gigantic flesh abominations. I could have saved him, had I been a bit quicker, but before I could react or warn him, a long upward-curved blade of ivory attached to one of the abomination's disgusting rotted tentacles protruded from his belly and drew up his body, cleaving him in two from the waist up. It was a gruesome sight, and I was spattered with the blood of my brother in arms from head to toe. I could have saved him, but I did not, and his life was snuffed out in an eyeblink."
"Ranyaro went mad then. The dragon's pupils dilated as his neck whipped around to see Borog's collapsing corpse, and he let out a terrible sound the likes of which I cannot possibly do justice with mere words. It was like steel tearing, like an awesome lightning storm rolling over mountains, like the world itself shifting beneath you. I could feel it in my feet, as well, the trembling of an earth terrified of its own creation, and all was quiet for the space of a breath."
"In a whirlwind of activity, Ranyaro disemboweled fifteen of the abominations in a single swipe of his tail, and began rampaging through the battlefield. He was a force of nature when roused, a second wind inspired by rage allowing him to reach heights of power I had not seen even in my prolonged battle with the beast."
"It is then that Maketh himself appeared, standing tall upon the ridge of rock before his army dressed in cloaks of black that whipped about his body. It seemed then that all attention shifted to the dragon, and Maketh began conjuring a dark spell. That was to be my chance. I tore through the ranks of the undead with sword and spell, felling them like wheat beneath a scythe. With their attention off of me it was easy to wade through their tide, and I made quick progress as I closed the two hundred or so alen to the foot of the ridge. I could still hear the roars of the dragon, the thunderous explosions of lightning all around him, the cacophonous screeches of ghouls and spectres as they were disintegrated by Ranyaro's rage."
"I arrived before the ridge and began my long ascent, the handholds slippery with rain. It took what felt like a full hour. I was losing blood quickly and my strength was beginning to fail, but in one last push of will, I crested the side of the rocky ridge, but once again I was too late. I charged Maketh then, but the last word of his deathly incantation had been finished, and a great bolt of inky darkness descended from the skies and impaled Ranyaro through the back, cutting through his armoured scales like a hot knife through butter. Reddish-purple blood poured from a gaping hole in the dragon's chest as the lance of darkness vanished as if it had never been, and he stumbled forward, rocking with the pain of the strike."
"I do not know what spell Maketh used to accomplish this, but even his greatest dark power could not fully down the incensed dragon. Ranyaro slayed twenty more of the flesh abominations and countless more shamblers and ghouls before toppling down upon a group of them, finally succumbing to his injuries. Meanwhile, I was on Maketh, and I had caught him by surprise. With a sweep of Fang I tore into Maketh's hamstring and forced him onto a knee. He let out a hideous cry of pain and I leapt onto his back, running him through with Fang, the tip of my greatsword protruding from between his ribs and sending blood pouring over the edge of the ridge like a crimson fall."
"I fell to the ground from Maketh's back, then, and Maketh himself toppled from the ridge and fell several hundred fod to his death. I lay there, Fang still embedded within my enemy, disarmed and bloodied, as the storm clouds parted and the cries and groans of the undead began to fade. A ray of sunlight breached the stormclouds and fell upon Ranyaro's hulking remains, shining off them resplendently as I rolled my head to look over, as if the Gods themselves were blessing his passage with their light."
"I lost consciousness, then. I was found days later by the captain of my Dread Knights, who roused me with an essence transfer. I had been on the verge of death, so they say, and would have surely perished within the next few hours. I was incredibly lucky, so they told me. I was a hero, so they told me. But I reminded him of this: I am not the hero of this story. Borog, who saved my life in exchange for his own, is. Ranyaro, the great dragon who took on the army of the dead single-handedly and allowed me to approach its leader unnoticed, is. I am simply the wielder of the blade by which Maketh fell."
"The Vale had been ravaged by the Crow's undead army, and so I utilised my own army to help rebuild. It was a long process, but the reconstruction, and the story of how Maketh was defeated, helped immensely to return House Von Haren to the favour of the people. I have Borog the Strong entombed in the Crypt of Kings where the Von Haren monarchs themselves are usually kept after death, alongside a special chamber created specially for Ranyaro's immense body, united in death as they had been, however briefly, in life. They wait, there, to be called upon once again in the Vale's most dire time of need, but until then, they shall have their undisturbed, and much deserved, rest."
Ulfang lets out a long breath and allows a period of solemn silence to fall upon the sauna, signaling the end of his story. He leans down again to scritch at Haru's belly, but says nothing, allowing Naoki to respond how she will. His expression is contemplative and serene, and while his body is still very much aroused by Naoki's expert massage, the story seems to have set his thoughts astray for the moment.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 13, 2020 23:30:08 GMT -8
Naoki is silent throughout Ulfang’s story and for a period afterward. There seems nothing appropriate to say following such an epic tale, and she was enraptured to such a degree that her licentious intentions have been sidelined for the time being.
“If I still ran The Midnight Sun,” she says at last, “I would hire you to tell your tales up on the stage. Hearing the tale firsthand adds much, and you tell it well. If you truly wish to do all that you can to rebuild your country, you could realistically make a pile of gold tutoring bards or in someplace like The Starlight Dawn.”
During this time, Naoki has worked her way back and forth across Ulfang’s broad shoulders several times and has reached a natural stopping point. She isn’t finished by any means, but her hands need a break. Sliding over to the left where there’s a bit more room, she stretches her legs, which were drawn so tightly to her, and sighs a contented sigh.
“It is an injustice that your tales are not in my library,” she adds. “And perhaps at some point, we could rectify that. Paper and quill, two comfy chairs, a fireplace, perhaps some drinks. If you have other tales of similar quality, I’d much like to hear them someday.”
“In the meantime,” she continues, “I feel as though that was an equitable exchange, all said. I’ve only addressed your neck and shoulders, but for me to go any... lower, it would be much easier for you to be lying down.” This is very much a hint, but it seems as though Naoki is in no paticular rush.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 14, 2020 20:05:13 GMT -8
"Ah but I am of little skill when it comes to wordcraft, my lady. I think that, were I not blessed with such pleasant company, I would be far less likely to tell my story near as well," replies Ulfang, placidly. His tone rises in jest as he adds, bemusedly, "I speak of Haru, of course."
"While a long night of spinning tales and reciting legends sounds delightful, I do believe I would prefer that, on this day, you continue your divine massage. You were surely not exaggerating when you said you were an excellent masseuse, and I would be remiss were I not to capitalise on your generosity," he says by way of addressing her second statement. He leans his head back on the second bench and looks down the way, inspecting its length and width, but then humming with dissatisfaction. "However, I do not believe that this place would be ideal for the task. If you agree, I believe I have lost enough sweat for the day. It has been pleasant, surely, but I think what you offer is far moreso," concludes Ulfang.
He moves to stand, which causes his towel to slip a little below his hips, loosened by the earlier pressure upon the bind. While that pressure is no longer present -- telling an epic tale is not exciting in that way, after all -- the damage has already been done. He doesn't seem to notice or mind as he stretches languidly before Naoki, however, raising his arms until they brush against the ceiling and rolling his neck with several muted pops.
"Shall we, then, my lady?" he asks as he turns on a heel toward her and offers his arm to help her jump down to the ground. Even as she sits on the third bench he still towers over her, and surely he could simply lift her with little effort to place her upon the ground were he so inclined. Still, such an act would be demeaning for a woman of such stately stature, even if the two have become closer than allies over the span of this conversation, or so he hopes.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 15, 2020 21:32:04 GMT -8
“I suppose so,” Naoki says, rising.
She looks at Ulfang’s outstretched hand for an extended moment but declines to take it. Instead, she nods her head toward the door.
“Go put something on and let Timothy take you up to the Den,” she says, tail starting to swish behind her. “I’ll be up soon enough. I have something to do in the meantime, and you may wish to wash.”
Whether or not the last remark was made in jest or not is unclear, but then Naoki doesn’t tend to be in circumstances such as these. The Sudatorium is no larger than the room they’re standing in, and she figures such that if they’re going to go somewhere, they may as well take it all the way up to The Den and do things properly.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 15, 2020 22:05:40 GMT -8
Ulfang raises his brows a bit at the Empress' abrupt shift in tone from relaxed to authoritative, but he offers no comment but for an ever-so-slightly sardonic, "As my lady commands." He withdraws his proffered hand, inclines his head to her and turns to gather the extra towel. He strides then out the door, ducking so as not to run face-first into the frame, and steps into the changing room. Timothy, ever attentive, offers to help him with his clothing, but Ulfang waves him off. The poor lad probably couldn't even reach Ulfang's shoulder if he stood on his toes. No reason to make him struggle. Ulfang slips into the dress in which he came: first he slides his black trousers and black leather jerkin over linen tunic on, and then follows with his thick furred longcoat and dense leather riding boots. It's his standard dress, and while it doesn't evoke the wealthy king of a powerful nation, it's far more comfortable than the opulent garb of your standard noble. Besides, he's the king, he dresses how he pleases and none would question his choice. He gestures for Timothy to lead him, and then steps out of the Sudatorium behind the servant in the direction of The Hospitality Den.
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