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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 25, 2019 22:18:18 GMT -8
The woman playfully giggled at Regal's joke as she skipped toward the fire. She kept her lips sealed otherwise. She was a professional and made it a point not to gossip.
... too much.
Once she was sat safely in front of the fire, her shivers melting away like frozen dew in the morning sun. She curled her legs up to her chest and discarded her soaked cloak beside her now that it no longer provided any heat. Briefly, she cursed the human body she had been burdened with during the night.
To answer Regal's question, she frowned. "There wasn't anything specific. Well, not anything that Roxanne could decipher on the parchment. Rumors went around mentioning that the last batch of adventurers never came back, that the town was abandoned due to some curse, or because of a beast, but others said that no one actually knows because no one who's ever lived there has been found. The man who posted the quest, however, told us about these stones, that they were growing all over the buildings like a growth. Isn't that a bit odd?"
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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.
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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.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 30, 2019 19:37:39 GMT -8
Rudiger cocked a rather curious eyebrow at Regal. Had Khepri told him about their traipse together? She really couldn't keep a secret for the life of her, and unfortunately not him either. Still deciding discretion was the better part of dignity, he put his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill, short whistle.
Bob, who had wandered not too far off into the trees to find some particularly tasty shrubs or grass, suddenly raised his head and nickered as he turned about to run to his master's call. Rudiger motioned with his head to the stomping Bob as he clambered out of the underbrush, "There's my mount."
He then grabbed the destrier's reins and led him towards Regal's camp, and began to pull off his armor as it appeared they were going to rest here for a while at least.
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Feb 1, 2019 17:47:54 GMT -8
The giggle enticed a tickle in The archers' mind. Khepri didn't seem to be one to laugh at an obvious joke, but one hidden might get that sort of reaction--- Oooo... Had Rudiger actually done something so foolish? --- Had he befallen the same fate as Roxxxane? Was HE the next one on Khepri's list to get her talons into?
He spared the woman half a glance as she skipped over the fire...
There were worse fates--- No. Getting ladies into bed was one thing... Getting DRUG to bed, was never a good thing, fun? Probably, good? seldom...
He'd have to be on guard for this--- adventure--- Khepri had planned. The Archer suddenly feared more than his life was on the line here...
Regal shot Rudiger a look over his color-shifting cloak, brows furrowed in irritation. Really? Whistling like that? I mean sure, they were not actively trying to stay hidden, Maybe it was the wander's nature of "remaining as low profile as possible." that was grated more than anything, but Regal wouldn't say anything aloud about it.
Stooping down Regal breathed new life back into the timid embers, and fed it a bit of pine kindling. The fire was not large, but it was warm, and well concealed as far as fires went.
" Do you have the parchment by chance?" Regal asked, turning his thoughts back to the task at hand. " A town where a group of, assumably, well-prepared adventures just go missing, from something, isn't exactly a good way to start this task.
What about you Master Dornmauer, anything?" , Regal asked taking a seat across from Khepri. His back against the cliff wall he'd butted his camp against.
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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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Feb 7, 2019 18:28:24 GMT -8
"Yes, it should be in one of the saddlebags."
Khepri had realized long ago that even if she had no use for ink and paper, they were important to the people around her who could. She got up and skirted around Bob, eyeing him suspiciously as she opened one of the saddlebags for the paper. Bouncing away, she sat beside Regal and handed him the paper.
The chimera didn't seem to skip over many of the details. A farmer wanted these gems to help some crops grow at night. It stated that the town was indeed abandoned and that there shouldn't be any trouble getting the crystals. It was located just a bit north from where they were currently. The reward was several hefty gold coins, which seemed nearly more than enough for a small group of travelers. It was advised that they should be highly skilled and armed, apparently in case of... bandits.
"And I haven't eyed any camps from the sky, but it would make sense that they could be as crafty as you, Regal."
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Feb 28, 2019 18:22:14 GMT -8
Regal thumbed the scruff covering his chin as his eye wandered over the paper, his expression curdled slightly the more he read.
" I don't like this Khepri", He started,"Why is this farmer paying so much for these? Sure he might make his coin back in a month or two but people don't normally pay so well for an "easy job" , every single time i've taken an "easy job" I've come back with less bits than when I left. " He said tapping his eye patch.
"Something is off. There has to be more infomati----" Regal's voice was cut off by a gust of wind that threatened to blow their campfire out, his makeshift tent rattled and quaked with strain.
"Light, where did that come from?" Regal said clutching his color shifting cloak tightly around himself.
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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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 9, 2019 17:52:28 GMT -8
The woman yelped and scampered away as the wind blew the flames toward her. Hiding behind Rudiger, she looked up over his shoulder, brow pinching. "I was hoping you might tell me. The weather of the Lands Below is incredibly unreliable. How do you even live like this? Granted, Paradise wasn't much better, bu-"
And there it was again, stronger this time. Khepri slid onto her backside, eyes aimed upward. They grew to the size of dinner plates.
"The sky...!" she screamed. "The sky is green."
Anyone who had traversed vast flatlands in just the right places on the mainland knew exactly what this meant, which may have given them the upper hand before a funnel began to form high above them in the clouds above. Khepri was transfixed, not seeing the urgency in the moment. There was fear in her heart, certainly, but more than anything, curiousity siezed her.
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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.
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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.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on May 16, 2019 18:43:36 GMT -8
Rudiger had been paying the pair little to no mind as he attempted to slip out of his armor, which luckily he was aided by the fact there was a rather convenient stump not too far off for him to sit. He had let Bob loose to graze as he sat, keeping a close eye on the destrier as he freed his hands from their gauntlets. Always the first step of removing armor, it also often proved the most relieving, to be able to scratch at itches and tickles that had developed without fail as soon as they were covered with metal.
He had freed his top half and was working on his bottom when he heard Khepri's cry. He looked up and a well practiced eye told him all he needed to know from years spent sleeping under such storms. They were in for a gully washer for sure, if not worse. Heavenly Horsemen only knew what the cave would be like tomorrow, but right now he needed to focus on getting situated.
"Oh hell," he growled, jumping up to run over to Bob before he could spook at the first bolt of lightning spreading across the sky, "REGAL! CAN I GET A HAND OUT HERE!?" He cried to the archer, knowing that he was quite literally a lightning rod with his bottom half.
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 24, 2019 10:30:46 GMT -8
The archer felt the pressure drop. And with it, his heart fell to the bottom of his boots and slithered away. Anyone who'd lived in the rough even for a short time knew exactly the wrath that was about the be thrust upon.
"Fuck me running." Regal muttered looking at the sky for a split second. "Khephri." ,he called to the distracted woman, " Khephri! Hey, gather what supplies of mine you can, we need to find shelter." Hearing his name Regal sprinted over to Rudiger and the war horse, " Go I Got bob." He answered taking the horse further into camp to be loaded with what supplies they could.
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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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 27, 2019 9:46:39 GMT -8
Regal's cry startled Khepri into action. She scrambled onto her feet, nails digging into the dirt as she pulled herself forward. She wanted to ask questions but for now, she realized that this was not the time. She grabbed what she could of the archer's, which wasn't much given her meager strength and tiny reach. She loaded the horse and began to dart toward the only place she could find that had solace from the storm: the cave.
When she looked up again, just to get one more glance at the sky, she screamed.
"... hurry!" she urged her companions, pointing to the spout forming in the sky.
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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.
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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.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on May 27, 2019 12:26:23 GMT -8
Rudiger nodded his appreciation to Regal as he bent over to pick the scattered bits and pieces of his armor that were getting strewn about by the ever increasing wind. As much as this appeared to be foolishness, this kit was essentially irreplaceable for the price solely, let alone the time and efforts to make it specifically for his bodily dimensions. Any fool could wear a cheap suit produced for mass consumption, but that always left much to be desired.
As he used the cuirass as a makeshift platter for the loose bits, he looked up to the sky and felt his stomach start to churn with ice cold fear near as fast as the clouds above were. The crying of a thousand beasts could not compare to the roar that shook all the way to the bones, sending them chattering with justified fright. For the greatest of monsters was opening its ugly maw with an appetite that tore the mightiest castles stone from stone.
He didn't bother continuing to try and undress his armored legs, at least lightning would be a quick and knowable death compared to being picked up and struck by any number of objects or flung about the countryside. It would be almost comical he noted, watching him clatter towards them with eye wide and arms full, but the sheer terror of the moment preempted any such concerns. He needed no insistence from Khepri, dashing along to the less formidable mouth of the cave.
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jun 27, 2019 17:20:14 GMT -8
“ Come on fool horse! “ Regal shouted over the whirling winds at the stubborn animal. “ Rudiger! Call your blasted beast! He refuses!”
Provided the stallion agreed Regal would steer the beast into the mouth of the cave as best he could.
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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
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Post by Khepri on Jul 9, 2019 15:08:36 GMT -8
Once in the cave, things were hardly any calmer. The wind whistled by the rocks at the entrance and filled the space with a monstrous breath that was nearly deafening. Khepri did not stop once they were just inside, however, and kept venturing further and further towards the back, stepping around little pointy stalagmites and wading through chilling, ankle-deep water. She looked down to make sure her toes wouldn't contact anything sticky or squishy. Ohhh, what a terror that would be.
Back towards the boys, there was an incredibly loud, straining groan. It turned into a screech as one of the massive trees that loomed above came swinging down and smacked straight down onto the cave entrance, filling it with debris and a tangle of branches.
Khepri fell back on her behind, an expression between bewilderment and complete fear passing her features.
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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.
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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.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jul 9, 2019 19:48:13 GMT -8
Bob was far from refusing the archer on any principled stance, but he was frightened. From the spiraling cloud to the streaks of lightning splitting the sky, and suddenly this archer who had not too long ago in Bob's reckoning had shot at him was now trying to lead him into a cave. Oh no. That's where he drew the line. He would not be led, he would lead.
Following after his master, he cantered over to the mouth of the cave, not caring if he drug the archer along or not. What mattered was that his master was doing it first, to prove it safe at least. Which it proved to be barely, as the tree slammed down behind him, some branches whipping his rear. He balked from going any further, with the darkness of the cave proving it impossible to know if any step would be a safe one.
Out of breath, Rudiger sat down along the cave wall closest to Khepri, letting his armor hit the ground with a crash. He was beyond caring, he simply wanted a chance to not be in peril. He turned an eye towards Khepri, with a flash of lighting barely visible through the trees revealing her fright. He attempted a joke, "You know, I bet if it gets much worst we can swim for those stones tomorrow with nary a care."
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jul 12, 2019 8:51:38 GMT -8
The thundering in Regal's chest was only drown out by the idiotic comment the knight had made. "Seems you're forgetting something Dornmauer." Regal said, pulling the glass vile from his pocket once more and shaking if vigorously. A warm red glow filled the space.
"I heard sounds of beast dwelling within the cave... It will be a long night yet..." The archers eye quickly adapted to the red glow, and he saw Khepri, shivering, covered in filth and distinctly human, he spied one of the packs she had gathered--- oh his gear... his heart sank. His life savings were likely scattered by the winds at this point... Least Hester had Molly.
"Khepri, as much as you hate it, there is a tunic and cloak in there. You'll die of frost if you continue to prance around as you are. Hand me the bow case while you're at it if you will."
The bag she had picked up was mostly clothing, some tools for map making ,the bow case was tied to the side and made of thick dark leather.
" There should be three more viles of light in there, but they don't last very long... We should use them sparingly." he cautioned.
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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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jul 23, 2019 15:16:57 GMT -8
Khepri faced where she was sure Rudiger landed, giving him a wry smile. “Only if you’re offering me a ride. I don’t know how humans swim.”
When Regal spoke, the woman did not hesitate to search it for clothing. He was right in stating that she hated such things, but she despised the cold that much more. “One of you is going to need to help me put these infernal things on. I’m only good at removing them,” she said earnestly, not a hint of suggestion in her tone. She pulled out the tunic, then undid the bow case. Setting the clothing on her lap, the shoved the case towards where she thought Regal was. “Here.”
Standing up, she moved the bag into Rudiger’s arms and began to poke her arms through the various holes in the fabric with a scowl.
Water filtered into the cave in trickles, creating a current that led deeper inside of the cave. The Bird felt it against her ankles. "Should we continue down?" she asked them, peering to the back. Her weak human eyes were horrible in the dark.
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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.
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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.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jul 25, 2019 11:30:19 GMT -8
Khepri was off by a few feet, looking over his shoulder and into the darkness. Not that Rudiger blamed her, it was hard to see in the dark with two eyes. Having to rely on one had forced Rudiger to sharpen his hearing, so he was able to trace where all three had landed roughly.
“I’m strong Khepri, but not quite that strong,” he admitted, though a grim grin was still on his features. Standing up, he took the bag from her and set it on Bob’s back for the moment, who gave a snort with Khepri’s suggestion.
“I don’t believe we should. We don’t know what it’s like down there and how the water will be rising,” he offered as he helped Khepri put her arms through the right holes in the sleeves.
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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
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jul 25, 2019 13:05:36 GMT -8
With the vile of light steady growing in intensity, the red light would bathe the three of them with enough light to see one another with little effort, the red light would not harm their steadily growing night vision.
"Thank you." The archer said stringing the bow and otherwise preparing for anything that may be lurking in the cave.
" With any luck we can find away out of here, at least we don't have to worry about the wind ripping our heads off." Regal commented, slowly moving deeper into the cavern with the vile of light.
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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.
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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.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jul 30, 2019 13:30:02 GMT -8
With the tunic slipped on, Khepri began to wander after Regal through the cave, disregarding Rudiger's advice. "But we can't go ou through the way we came. And if the water keeps rising, then we certainly can't stay here. We're trapped!" she complained, looking towards the entrance. The thought of the wind monster that howled just outside sent a visible shudder up her spine and through her head. She pulled her shoulders up to shake the feeling off before making her way past Regal.
As they explored, the group would soon notice a tickle by their ankles. Khepri was the first to see, barefoot and cautiously wading in the deeper bits of the cave. She squeaked, backing up onto the sides of the cave, frantically grasping onto the nearest handholds to pull herself out of the water. Peering in, they would see pale, palm-sized motes swimming around in the pool, circular with a diamond-shaped tail propelling it. They didn't seem to do anything more than clumsily bump around the cave and migrate towards the nearest source of heat. They, it didn't even look like they had mouths.
There were quite a number of these motes in the water. Once the Bird discerned they weren't of any significant harm, Khepri lowered her feet- sneering the whole time- into the water and watched the channels where they swam. Some of them would school suddenly, then begin to float with more purpose and disperse again at random.
If they observed, it wasn't hard to catch when one of these schools made it somewhere- right there!- A circular hole in the wall, half-submerged. A mild current that ebbed with the patterns of these little motes came and went. Khepri exchanged glances with her company and began to trot towards it.
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