Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173 
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 6, 2018 20:51:30 GMT -8
A Watery Cavern Much like any cave, it's damp and filled to the brim with strange creatures. This one has a film of bioluminescent worms stuck to its walls. But at least it's warm in the winter. |
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 10, 2018 15:16:08 GMT -8
For hours, Khepri and Rudiger had been traveling the massive plains of Isra and had since delved into the eastern woods. The Bird kept to the sky, her shadow skirting alongside Bob's thundering hooves. Eventually, evening dipped down, and clouds began to gather overhead. Wary, Khepri pulled her wings in and dove to the ground, slowing her speed as soon as she'd come close to the knight-errant.
"I spotted a cave ahead," said the Bird. "The air smells of snow. We should make camp, yes? Come."
Zooming ahead, the feathery chimera lead the man and his horse toward the cave entrance. She tilted to the side, letting the tips of her feathers skim the grass underwing. She had her arms outstretched, feeling the winter chill float over her skin. While the sun shined, it didn't bother her so much, as she still basked in its comfort.
What she didn't account for was one of those heavy clouds blocking those heavenly rays, just as she decided to pass over the cavern. With hardly any warning, the woman dropped out of the air, disappearing with a yelp.
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 11, 2018 19:48:47 GMT -8
Rudiger had been lost in his thoughts for most the journey, dwelling on memories pleasant or otherwise as the meter of Bob's hooves drove him deeper into obliviousness. He started when Khepri consulted him about stopping... only to have the decision decided for him. He shrugged, "We might as well." Not like his opinion mattered any at this rate.
He had just stopped Bob when Khepri suddenly plummeted from the sky. "Well... shit." Rudiger muttered shocked, not quite expecting the plunge to begin like this. He should really stop planning how things were going to go he decided as he dismounted from Bob, grabbing his kite shield and settling his sallet helm on his head as he entered into the gaping maw of the cave, shouting out to Khepri, "Can you hear me!"
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 16, 2018 20:56:01 GMT -8
A high screech and the sloshing of water below answered Rudiger's call. Though directly below there was a rocky slope, the woman had entered at a steep diagonal, avoiding any hard surfaces by a narrow margin. This did not mean that the Bird was particularly unharmed, however: a deflated and soaked human girl wading onto the shore was the perfect picture of a bruised pride.
"Blast the mainland and all its Gods-be-damned horseshit!" she spat, keeping her brown cloak close to her despite its wetness. Her hair clung to her frame, making her seem much smaller than ever. She shook like a limp willow in a storm. She plopped herself down and tucked her knees up to her chest, miserable as can be.
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 17, 2018 14:02:32 GMT -8
Not quite hearing an answer to his question but definitely hearing something bitter and upset echoing up towards him, distorted by the reverberations off the dark, damp walls, he pressed onwards into the cave... and almost immediately slipped on something obscured in the dark on his missing eye side. His left foot made contact with something slippery and slimy as he pressed his weight on it, and it seemed to pull his entire body with it. An awful rattle ensued as his body hit the slick rocks, and continued as he slid down the steep slope on his back, swearing as he came.
He was arrested in his rapidly increasing trajectory before hitting the subterranean lake by a rather timely boulder that crunched into his feet and shook his body from impact, a sound akin to a muffled gong ringing through the cave and him. He lay for a few moments, trying to catch his breath and stop the chattering his teeth, before finally picking himself up.
Luckily enough for him, he had managed to hold onto his shield and sword so he wasn't defenseless, just shooken both literally and figuratively. Despite the continuing ringing in his ears he continued onwards, still trying to find that blasted Khepri in the dark.
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 22, 2018 20:47:33 GMT -8
The woman was curled up in the dryest corner she could find, doubled over in laughter from witnessing the knight's own tumble. So she was not the only victim of this infernal hellhole! What a reassurance.
"I thought you were a rock! she spluttered. "You just... you just-" She buried her face in her knees, muffling her snorts into her wet cloak. A shudder moved through her body, some combination of being cold and equally as shaken by her own tumble. Of course, she needed to stop laughing and demand the knight errant make a fire, too.
"You know, as pretty as these things are-" She pointed upward to the ceiling, noting the hundreds, perhaps thousands of greenish blue flecks and lines decorating the space above, gently twitching or squelching, easily ignorable by mimicry of a nighttime sky close enough to touch. "I am still very cold and very wet and I will die if a fire is not started."
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 23, 2018 10:51:12 GMT -8
Rudiger was quite frustrated, hard to imagine indeed, with this entire situation. He had rushed in here to make sure she was safe from whatever prowled these depths, and sure he had slipped and tumbled down, but that was to be expected for rushing in with no way to illuminate the interior of the cave. His pride and body was already bruised enough and now he was being laughed at for his efforts.
Quite vexed, he sheathed his sword as she got over herself, and offered her a hand to help her up, "Well I'm not magical enough to start a fire down here Khepri, and I'd rather not stick around here too long without a proper light source. Whatever has kept these stones safe so long probably wouldn't mind feeding on two others. So our best bet is to make camp outside."
|
|
Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
|
Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Dec 26, 2018 10:42:40 GMT -8
" You two make quite an entrance!" A voice called from the very hole which Khepri had gracefully descended.
A dim ball of red light fell from the skyward entrance, and dangled just barely above the cave floor-- swinging back and forth from a thick climbing rope. knotted with lopes for easier climbing.
Regal, the man making sure that the tree was stout enough to handle the burden of Mr Dornmauer, had been in the area for a short while, and had established a small concealed camp not to terribly far from the entrance.
" Best be quick , Whatever is down there seems to be more active at night."
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 27, 2018 16:55:47 GMT -8
"Such a shame. If only we had already gotten those gems, then I could light as many fires as you wanted. You really need to work faster, knight-errant. You're putting us both in danger."
Snickering to herself, the Bird began to scamper away before she got hit. Human tempers really were something else!
Just as she was padding further toward the entrance, the sudden voice from above drew her attention, enough so that the falling, glowing sphere that came from the sky to bob right in front of her was completely unexpected. The woman scampered back with a yelp, waving her arms wildly as she tried to reclaim her balance. Once she did, she gazed upward with a scowl. Through the dim light she could carve out the figure of a man she had met several months prior.
Though she wanted to curse him, his words stirred an anxious fear within her that threatened to kill her all on its own. She scrambled for the rope and began to climb up, though her muscles, so weak and untrained, made it quite the task.
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 29, 2018 12:48:37 GMT -8
Rudiger was glad that the cave was still too dark for his face to be fully seen, as it was beginning to turn something of a violent red as he felt himself physically restraining his tongue by clenching his jaw until it ached. He watched her skitter away from him, and perhaps it was for the best because even though he knew he wouldn't hit her, some distance from her was preferable if not completely desirable.
He was startled when another voice came echoing down the cave, especially one that sounded familiar despite it being distorted. As he approached the end of the rope, he was quite surprised to see Regal. "Well I hope you didn't just come here to find my corpse and salvage my eye to create a complete set!" he joked up to Regal as Khepri climbed up the rope, allowing her time to finish uniterfered.
|
|
Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
|
Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Dec 30, 2018 19:39:24 GMT -8
Regal averted his eye as typically when Khepri was around, he'd never gotten quite accustomed to how she pranced about in her human form, cloak or not, it was simply not proper to stare. He had received a letter requesting him at this location, and at first, he was rather hesitant to agree to such a thing, but he did owe the woman his life after the afair in the lavender field.
With a rueful smirk and extended hand to the knight, Regal replied," Never crossed my mind Master Domrnmauer, Your eye probably won't help me hit the broad side of a barn anyhow." He mused, pulling his rope from the chasm.
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Dec 30, 2018 20:08:26 GMT -8
The ranger was right to do just that, as Khepri's struggle with the rope wasn't without its glaring accidents. Once she did make it to the top, she flopped onto her stomach with an unceremonious heave. The Bird took several long breaths before she was up again, slightly disgruntled, but such things never stopped the courtesan from being... well, exactly that.
She flitted up to Regal as gracefully as she could without her wings, which was still a good amount dainty- and perhaps a bit more bouncy. She got as close to him as he would allow, and if he so allowed, she would be leaning against his chest, one hand toying with his clothes.
"Regal! So nice of you to join! Right in the nick of time, as always~"
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 31, 2018 14:34:29 GMT -8
Rudiger couldn't help but chuckle as he grabbed onto the rope before he climbed, slinging his shield onto his back and calling back up to Regal, "But if I took yours I could hit innocent people in the side!" It was an effort and a half to pull himself up the rope while being weighed down in all his armor, but he didn't earn his well toned muscles for no reason.
When he finally made it back up to the precipice, he had to support his upper body by putting his hands on his hip as he drew in hot breaths, reveling in the fresh air outside of the cave. "I'm very glad to see you Regal," he offered his hand, though he retracted it when Khepri started her theatrics. Instead he just rolled his eyes... well, eye, but if the other one was there it would've rolled as well.
|
|
Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
|
Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 8, 2019 11:25:27 GMT -8
"Always happy to be of help Khepri", The man replied, making an effort to buy as much space between himself and the courtesan as humanily possibly without taking a single step... If you've ever watched a well trained hound and a toddler at play you may very well mistake Regal for that hound... " Though would you care to explain why exactly you've requested me. "
Regal's gaze shifted over to Rudiger, an amused smirk flashed before the archer turned his attention back to the woman before him. He made note to taunt the Knight about a few more of their encounters. Him , Khepri and Roxy had a number of interesting incounters---speaking of " I Don't suppose Ms Fletcher will be joining us will she?"
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Jan 9, 2019 12:01:58 GMT -8
"Well, because we're already so well acquainted! And your skills certainly aren't anything to laugh at. We're on a quest... for me, really. There are stones in an abandoned town ahead that are rumored to absorb the light of the sun! And that is very important to me. And don't worry, I'm not asking for a free favor: you will be fully compensated and rewarded for your time!"
When Roxanne's name came up, Khepri's face darkened and she turned away from both men. "Apparently Roxanne's too busy to give me any attention and is off to Taint-Gar, or something of the sort. She won't be back for months."
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 9, 2019 12:16:00 GMT -8
Rudiger rolled his eyes... well eye and though he was missing one he certainly would've rolled it as well. Perhaps it was rolling with him from where it was buried. Either way, he rolled his eye at Khepri's mention of Roxanne. Roxanne certainly was the lucky one in all this business, not having to deal with a certain bird lady and her constant badgering. Perhaps he should take his own leave after all this. Certainly couldn't hurt.
|
|
Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
|
Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 10, 2019 10:23:54 GMT -8
The archer couldn't help but smirk, seemed Roxanne and Khepri were having a bit of a lovers spat.
" Ah , pity.", it was clear from his tone that he felt anything but pity for not having to put up with Roxanne during this adventure. Not that she was bad company, err...or rather not that She was a bad person--- they simply got into to far to many squabbles over nothing. Upon mentioning compensation Regal's brow furrowed faintly, and a quib nearly left his mouth about how she planned on compensating him but left it alone.
He shifted his focus back to the task at hand , "Abandoned town, never a good thing... Why'd you choose to meet at this cave if the stones are in the town? Less this cave happens to be the easiest way into said town." The archer said turning on his heel. " I've got camp set over here, you mentioned you needed a fire."
|
|
Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
_________________________________________________
Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
|
Post by Khepri on Jan 11, 2019 12:35:42 GMT -8
"Because I thought it would be better to travel together and the cave was a notable landmark. It's supposed to be dangerous near the town. Really, though, it was a gamble that you'd come! After Roxy sent the letter I had no way of finding out if you accepted. Now you've even got camp! See? It was a wonderful choice to pick you."
Shivering, she eagerly bounced from one foot to the other as she followed Regal. "Well, why don't we do that, then? A fire sounds long overdue, yes? Come, Rudiger!"
|
|
Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
____________________________________________________________
Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
____________________________________________________________
Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 14, 2019 18:19:51 GMT -8
Rudiger about snapped back to Khepri he wasn't some hound to come at her beck and call... though the more he thought about it that was what he was to her. He still waited a few moments behind to answer Regal's question with a shrug of what Khepri's true intentions were. Who did know them aside from her? And sometimes he doubted even she knew what she really wanted. He knew he had those thoughts occasionally.
Finally, he clanked after Khepri towards the fire, wanting to get his armor off that was beginning to pinch in all the wrong areas from the scramble up the rope.
|
|
Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
|
Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jan 25, 2019 10:15:40 GMT -8
" So did you ride Khepri all the way here Rudiger?", Regal said as he made his way to camp, there was an air of amusement in his tone, " or is your horse around here somewhere?,"
The trail was not too terribly cluttered, Regal had made his camp not very far away from the place. The faintest hue of orange light lit his cozy makeshift tent, his horse was absent from the makeshift camp, but there was supple amounts of wood setting by the fire, suggesting Regal had probably been there for a short while at he very least.
" What sort of Danger have you heard from the town?--- watch your step here---", Regal suggested stepping over seemingly nothing.... But there was a tin wire in the center of the trail, nothing more than a trip wire to hinder the foolish, but that was largely because Regal hadn't felt the need to set something more nasty in wait...
listening, Regal placed some kindling in the small concealed fire pit to breath new life into the flames.
|
|
