The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Nov 15, 2018 8:32:45 GMT -8
"The beast is angry... About something," the head hunter told John Grain as he regained his composure. "My guess? The tribute is not enough, in which case I must return to the council responsible for organizing the tribute and let them know what's happened. An augury will be held to try and learn the beast's demands, then more tribute will have to be gathered and delivered here to appease it." The hunter half-groaned, half-sighed. "Tribute is not infinite. Treasure is hard enough to come by, and livestock are needed for the winter. I can't say I'm too sure if we'll even be able to gather enough, now that the black one is angry."
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John Grain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 38
Physical Description: John Grain is a simple man, with brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian skin and a height of approximately two goats and a chicken stacked on top of each other, he does not stand out in a crowd.
Clothes and Equipment: -One long wooden stick, which he spends his time carving shapes into until the stick is two thin and needs replacing.
-a thin long shirt.
-thick and long wool pants.
-a wool over coat, slightly two big for him, and stained with blood.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Nov 10, 2018 5:53:46 GMT -8
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Post by John Grain on Nov 16, 2018 5:17:24 GMT -8
"Quickly then, we must make haste," John said quickly looking for his staff on the ground, "I shall come with you, perhaps I will be able to convince the counsel to make quick actions to rid you people of this terrible beast". He stood up, awaiting the hunter's response.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Nov 17, 2018 5:31:22 GMT -8
"The Warrior came upon his land, With story and meat and treasure in hand, 'I slew that terrible beast', he said, Sat at the table, enjoyed his bread.
But the pretty lass Anja arrived, 'Hero!,' she cried, see it in her eyes! Came to sit-"
Ralf's song was cut short when he spotted a basket of food. "Oh my!" he exclaimed, rubbing his stomach. It growled from a lack of sustenance, and so he hurried over to the free picnic and started to rummage through its contents. He had been trekking these mountains for only a short while, and half-expected to find some game he could hunt. But alas, the the region was void of any creature as far as he was concerned.
It was only when he found a nice, fresh apple that he realized the cave's entrance. It called to him, as it would beckon to any adventurer. "HellllOOOOOO!" he yelled, awaiting to hear a response.
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The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Nov 18, 2018 18:03:21 GMT -8
The hunter nodded at John Grain . "You're free to come. Perhaps the insight of an outsider is something the council could use, though I can't guarantee they won't just tell you to leave. Even so, if you believe you can help then I'll vouch to let you speak," the man said. It was around that time the hunters began to hear the song of Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf , despite the fact they had begun to turn and leave down the mountain path. One turned back just in time to see Ralf yell into the cave's entrance, to which the hunter responded with a yell of his own: "Get away from there!"But it was a little too late. Though he hadn't known what he was doing, Ralf had made the mistake of riling the beast too soon after its previous outburst and the yell that was sent into the cave was suddenly replied to with a loud crash, one that caused loose rocks to crumble and fall from the mountain above the cave's opening. Inside the blackness a dim light like a distant fire grew in brightness and intensity and a second later, a super-heated jet-stream of flame shot out into the evening cold and set ablaze a dead winter tree by John Grain and the head hunter, who ducked and rolled away. When the stream of flames ended, the night's silence was ruined by a loud, angry, reptilian scream coming from the mountain.
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John Grain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 38
Physical Description: John Grain is a simple man, with brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian skin and a height of approximately two goats and a chicken stacked on top of each other, he does not stand out in a crowd.
Clothes and Equipment: -One long wooden stick, which he spends his time carving shapes into until the stick is two thin and needs replacing.
-a thin long shirt.
-thick and long wool pants.
-a wool over coat, slightly two big for him, and stained with blood.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Nov 10, 2018 5:53:46 GMT -8
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Post by John Grain on Nov 19, 2018 7:36:59 GMT -8
The second John came back to his senses, he turned to the head hunter. "We must hurry." he said, with a certain strength in his voice, "leave your fastest men behind, they will be able to warn the villages if the dragon escapes. We must hurry, the local leaders must act". After a moment of silent contemplation he said, "And fetch that daft warrior, I sense he will prove useful in some way".
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The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Nov 22, 2018 13:28:57 GMT -8
"He'll follow us if he has any sense," the hunter told John Grain, before leaving the order for two of the men to stay behind and keep watch. To the rest, he gathered them with a wave of his hand and gave his orders. "Quickly, we must return to our villages and gather the council. The beast is riled, and we must act soon lest the situation worsens. Let's go!" With that, the hunter gave John a clap on the shoulder and then set off down the mountain path. He wasn't running, but it was a faster pace than a walk or jog. It seemed the mountain men were quite adept at moving across the winter mountains at enough speed to be quick, yet slow enough to be safe. "The nearest village is a few hours away. It will be dark and freezing by the time we get there, so be sure to wrap tightly in whatever furs you may have." With that, the group set off down the mountain.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Nov 22, 2018 16:48:15 GMT -8
Ralf could hear the hunter nearby, but was more concerned with the cacophonous sounds he stirred up within the cave. The Varan was forced to raise his shield and cover himself from the debris and rocks which fell from the beast's outburst. He watched in awe as the jet of fire poured out and engulfed a tree near the other two attendants. "Oh my!" he exclaimed, "what a challenge awaits me!" Ralf was more than ready to charge headlong into the cave and face whatever foul creature lurked within, but knew better. Besides, there were two other, probably innocent bystanders that he could not afford to put in danger. "Oi, lads, wait for me!" he called out to them, heading over to where John Grain was.
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John Grain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 38
Physical Description: John Grain is a simple man, with brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian skin and a height of approximately two goats and a chicken stacked on top of each other, he does not stand out in a crowd.
Clothes and Equipment: -One long wooden stick, which he spends his time carving shapes into until the stick is two thin and needs replacing.
-a thin long shirt.
-thick and long wool pants.
-a wool over coat, slightly two big for him, and stained with blood.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Nov 10, 2018 5:53:46 GMT -8
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Post by John Grain on Nov 26, 2018 8:07:56 GMT -8
John walked after the hunter down the mountain, when he heard Ralf's voice behind him. "Glad you're joining us brave warrior", he said "My name is John Grain, the greatest storyteller to have ever walked these lands. And... oh! I completely forgot, what is your name hunter?".
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Nov 26, 2018 13:19:53 GMT -8
"Glad I be joining you, John of Grain!" Ralf eagerly replied in typical Varan fashion. And then - in typical Varan fashion - he introduced himself. "I am Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf, of Valland; son of Volrun Valgard, Hero of Gripclaw Pass, and Aesa Jojora the One-Handed, current Jarlessa of Valland Hold, of which I, Ralf Valgard, am the heir of; Wielder of the Hirhanic Shield, Slayer of Mariah, and Traveler of Many Lands. And now, Contender of This Cave's Fire-Spitting Screecher."
After inhaling from the lengthy introduction the Varan would say "Storyteller, eh? Like the skalds of my homeland! I must hear your stories, friend - but maybe when we are not in immediate danger!"
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The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Nov 28, 2018 15:12:19 GMT -8
"My name is Aethelwulf, sir," the hunter replied to John as Ralf joined them and began to list off his various accomplishments and titles. "It is good to meet you too, Ralf Vangard, but do not presume to be some sort of hero or champion in a situation you know little of. Such men tend to die long before they should and from the measure of your introduction you would surely be missed." They traveled on down the path, and would do for several hours at least. The men would light torches for light and warmth, but it would be well into the night before a village came into view in a small mountain valley. It was barely more than five houses and a small hall, but it had a large fire in the hall and men were still awake there, waiting for the return of the hunting party. Should the group proceed directly there, Aethelwulf would step towards one of the guards who stood at the village perimeter and introduce them. "We return," he would say. "Alongside several travelers picked up along the way. This is John Grain, and the other is Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf. We must see the aeldorman immediately." The guard would nod. "Of course. He's in the hall, waiting for your arrival. How went the tribute?" "Bad," Aethelwulf said, "but I do not have time to explain here. To the hall." With that, Aethelwulf would lead them to the hall at the back of the village, where open doors betrayed food and fire within.
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John Grain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 38
Physical Description: John Grain is a simple man, with brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian skin and a height of approximately two goats and a chicken stacked on top of each other, he does not stand out in a crowd.
Clothes and Equipment: -One long wooden stick, which he spends his time carving shapes into until the stick is two thin and needs replacing.
-a thin long shirt.
-thick and long wool pants.
-a wool over coat, slightly two big for him, and stained with blood.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Nov 10, 2018 5:53:46 GMT -8
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Post by John Grain on Dec 1, 2018 0:17:40 GMT -8
"Aethelwulf", John repeated, "a most noble name indeed". "So", he broke the silence when the village finally came into view, "Ralf, please, tell us some tales of your adventures. Perhaps I can tell them after we continue our separate ways". He followed Aethelwulf into the village, making sure to look around and take in the view.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Dec 1, 2018 9:39:21 GMT -8
"I do not make presumptions, Aethelwulf," Ralf responded, "I only anticipate a challenge." There was determination in the Varan warrior's voice, and both men in attendance would sense no fear. Still, Aethelwulf spoke with wisdom and Ralf would not let it go unheeded. "But you are wise, friend, and I will accompany the two you."
The adventurer followed Aethelwulf and John Grain into the town and towards the hall. Although there were some key differences, the layout of the settlement reminded him of home in a way. "I am afraid we do not have time," he responded to John, "but in the future I shall tell you all you want to know. For now, let us allow Aethelwulf to tend to his business."
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The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Dec 1, 2018 10:44:44 GMT -8
Aethelwulf would lead the two, as well as the few hunters who had accompanied them, into the opened hall. A hearth fire sat in the middle, with chairs and tables placed around it in rows. It wasn't the largest hall, but it made efficient use of the space within as a central meeting ground of sorts for the village, alongside being the home of the aeldorman and those in his employ. It was clear who the aeldorman was from the moment they stepped in - a stocky but not fat man in his middle age, with a slowly graying beard and wearing clothes of fur that, from the look of him, he himself probably killed and skinned. He sat on a modest throne of sorts at one table, with a few others sat around him and eating in silence. When Aethelwulf and the others entered, they looked up from their meal in anticipation like their entire reason for being there was to meet with the returning party. "Did it go well?" The aeldorman asked, with a voice of authority and experience. "No, Lord. Something has angered the beast and I do not believe our tribute is longer sufficient. It unleashed torrents of flames as readily as it did angered roars, so we returned. I left two men to watch the cave.. Just in case." Aethelwulf explained. The aeldorman was the type of man who didn't let troubling news bring down his temperament or stature and with little change in his body language he pointed towards John Grain and Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf. "And who are those men? I do not know them," the aeldorman asked. "Strangers, lord. Travellers we found in the mountains, we had them return with us for their own safe-" Aethelwulf's voice was suddenly cut off. "Very good Aethelwulf, but I'll have them speak for themselves," the aeldorman decreed, turning his attention to the two newcomers. "I would like both of you to introduce yourselves and then with honest tongues tell me whether it is your fault that the beast is riled, whether unintentionally.. Or otherwise."
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Carl Schimdt
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 16
Physical Description: Brown hair, hazel eyes, and Caucasian skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Long dark green cloak with hood.
Leather armor, black clothing underneath.
Holster for Butcher's Cleaver
Bow and Arrow.
Bits of Wood.
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:56:23 GMT -8
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Post by Carl Schimdt on Dec 3, 2018 20:55:34 GMT -8
Carl, in the commotion, stays hidden until the party has left, using the skill of a outdoor's man for the ruse. He then stands up and shakes himself off, he walks to the base of the cave and yells in, "Hello? Dragon? Can you speak?""
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Dec 6, 2018 14:48:04 GMT -8
Ralf quite enjoyed the atmosphere of the hearth and felt cozy and at home. But upon hearing the aeldorman speak he cleared his throat and introduced himself again. "I am Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf, of Valland; son of Volrun Valgard, Hero of Gripclaw Pass, and Aesa Jojora the One-Handed, current Jarlessa of Valland Hold, of which I, Ralf Valgard, am the heir of; Wielder of the Hirhanic Shield, Slayer of Mariah, and Traveler of Many Lands.
"And, while I am here, I would like to volunteer to... deal with this problem you seem to be having."
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John Grain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 38
Physical Description: John Grain is a simple man, with brown eyes, black hair, Caucasian skin and a height of approximately two goats and a chicken stacked on top of each other, he does not stand out in a crowd.
Clothes and Equipment: -One long wooden stick, which he spends his time carving shapes into until the stick is two thin and needs replacing.
-a thin long shirt.
-thick and long wool pants.
-a wool over coat, slightly two big for him, and stained with blood.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Nov 10, 2018 5:53:46 GMT -8
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Post by John Grain on Dec 7, 2018 4:25:48 GMT -8
John finished looking around the room and looked back at the aeldorman. "Excuse me, I was just admiring your magnificent hall. My name is John Grain, greatest storyteller to have ever walked these lands. And I assure you, that I had nothing to do with the angering of the great beast that lurks in the mountain."
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The Black One
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A large, black dragon.
Registered: Oct 20, 2018 13:14:50 GMT -8
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Post by The Black One on Dec 9, 2018 16:17:26 GMT -8
The aeldorman noted how Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf never answered his question about the beast's anger, or the opportunity he gave him to come forward. He didn't accept any kind of responsibility, but crucially he didn't deny it either, and though the aeldorman wouldn't press the matter he would certainly remember it. It was then that John Grain spoke and the man nodded at him from his seat, somewhat pleased to hear he was a storyteller. "We've been lacking a good bard in these parts, Mr. Grain. Perhaps at some point I might have you recite something for us," he replied. He turned back to Ralf, but not before glancing cautiously at Aethelwulf, then began to speak. "How would you help us? Would you provide food, livestock and gold for further tribute? Would you provide an army to besiege the mountain? Would you march into the cave and right into the jaws of a beast who, by one man's reckoning, has a nostril larger than he was? The problem here is that the cave is dark, and doom. You can't just wander in out of the mountain air and expect to best something that, as far as we know, has been kept there for good reason. Did the ancient mountain dwellers lock the beast within stone, or did it sleep there and grow until it could no longer leave? We don't actually know if it can leave, but we do know that if we don't give tribute then it may well try - and believe me, even from within the cave the beast can cause untold destruction down here in the valleys. One winter we tried to starve the beast, so it shook the mountains until three whole villages were drowned in an avalanche of snow and ice - with no survivors." The aeldorman quietened then, eager to hear a response. --- Carl Schimdt would suddenly find the inside of the cave as dark, as cold and as quiet as the unnatural void. The only reply to his call was a faint whispering wind, yet despite the blackness and silence the cave must have been extremely massive. But the beast itself did nothing, leading to the question of if it was even there at all. For all Carl knew it could have been towering over him less than a few feet away, yet it could equally be completely empty. There was something about the place that felt.. Off.. Wrong.. As though reality itself did not like the place, as though what lay in the mountain was unbearably impossible.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Dec 11, 2018 13:42:21 GMT -8
"How many entrances are there into the cave?" Ralf inquired, "and is the man who saw the beast still alive? I think it is in our best interests to speak to him, no? And to answer your previous questions, I do believe the beast was quite riled when I arrived - but perhaps it is moreso because I yelled at it and took some of its food." Ralf licked his lips, "and it was tasty, I tell you!"
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Carl Schimdt
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 16
Physical Description: Brown hair, hazel eyes, and Caucasian skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Long dark green cloak with hood.
Leather armor, black clothing underneath.
Holster for Butcher's Cleaver
Bow and Arrow.
Bits of Wood.
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:56:23 GMT -8
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Post by Carl Schimdt on Dec 11, 2018 14:19:45 GMT -8
--- Carl Schimdt would suddenly find the inside of the cave as dark, as cold and as quiet as the unnatural void. The only reply to his call was a faint whispering wind, yet despite the blackness and silence the cave must have been extremely massive. But the beast itself did nothing, leading to the question of if it was even there at all. For all Carl knew it could have been towering over him less than a few feet away, yet it could equally be completely empty. There was something about the place that felt.. Off.. Wrong.. As though reality itself did not like the place, as though what lay in the mountain was unbearably impossible. Carls whistles a cheery tune and walks in creating a thin layer of blood around him like a bubble. He walks in a few feet and then calls out again, "Hey, dragon! Can you speak?"
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