Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 14, 2018 23:29:06 GMT -8
Nestled among soaring peaks and dipping valleys lies a secret all but untouched by the wears of time’s inevitable march. A place few can find unless they know where too, hidden by the ever-falling snow. The walls of Moon-Howl Monestary looked out on the beautiful vista of the Twilight Gorge letting the gaze of the lone man standing upon them wander for miles on end for the brief moment of respite in the near constant state of wind blown snow and ice. “Maybe I should have taken up painting.” He said to himself with a quiet laugh before he turned away as the winds began to howl once more, hiding the view in a fog of snow. Down the stairs and through the courtyard and into the small city itself. It was a beautiful if simple place, with a mix of architecture. Built over several decades out of locally quarried stone in a different age, each building was slightly different, and each told a story of the people working on it, a chiseled signature here, corners edged with elvish glyphs there, a dwarven guild Mark there. He occasionally brushed his fingers across these marks and smiled to himself a bit sadly as he remembered names and faces, most were gone now, taken before their time. After long minutes of meandering walking he reached the main building at the back of the complex and pushed the doors open with a creaking of wood and a squeal of protesting hinges, quickly shutting them again with a hollow boom that echoed through the halls so as to keep the heat inside. He turned to observe the hallway and sighed. He did not regret his work but sometimes it hurt as he felt the weight of the handful of stone gazes that fell upon him. Lining the hall were alcoves carved into the wall and in some of them were lifelike stone statues, each depicting a man or woman and a great wolf in various poses, each carved with excruciating attention to detail to the point where one would not be surprised if they began to breathe and move about. He shook his head and headed further into the winding passageways of the monetary proper, feeling stone eyes watching him silently as he passed dozens of statues and finally found himself in the main chamber with his latest project. Eloen the Swift. A lively elven warrior, she had always found herself more comfortable with a sword in hand then with a pen though she had also been one of their brightest members. She had also been one of the few to gain the guise of a fae direwolf so he had had to procure a larger stone then usual and it would take longer to carve, but he had time. He had nothing but time these days. Time and melancholy memories of days past, where the little lights in his mind representing members of his pack had numbered in the hundreds, instead of the bare handful of burning sparks that burned there now. A choked sob escaped his lips before he growled low in his throat and brushed away the glistening beginnings of tears before picking up hammer and chisel. He could cry later, for now there was work to do, he throughly as he brought chisel to stone and hammer to chisel, and chips of rock began to fall.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Dec 16, 2018 18:17:06 GMT -8
She had never known the snow to burn her knees like this.
Rushing uphill, she found herself struggling against a river of snow deep enough to brush her thighs. Though her stride was intensely powerful, even she had problems making her way through this infernal, frosty obstacle ahead. Her lungs heaved, stinging her lungs with frost, and her whole body ached with fatigue, but one glance backward reminded her body why she kept going.
There, she spotted the hulking boulder of a monster rushing after her, his path less burdened due to the trail she left behind. He roared as he battled uphill toward her, pulling tears and screams from his fleeing prey.
He was clad in the furry skins of dead animals- some kin, some not- and held a wicked battle ax in his meaty fingers. One of his strides easily equaled two of hers, but she had four legs to push her forward. He had half that.
With a defiant screech, she plowed through the snow toward the city she had spotted not a league back through the mountains. She knew not of any civilization that hid this far from the steppes, but if they could endure such harsh conditions, perhaps they were her only hope for escape. That is if they weren't vicious behemoths like the one who trailed her.
The moment her hooves hit solid rock, she sprung into the air like a bird, using the leverage to thrust her forward to the largest building she could find, the entrance just tall enough to allow her inside. She fiddled with the door briefly, thin fingers stiff from the cold, and strained to pull it open before she rushed inside. She grabbed the door and closed it, hoping that it would give her a moment more to get ahead.
Hollow clops echoed through the hall, pausing only once she turned and gazed at the hundreds of figures before her. She drew a short gasp, heart fluttering. Once she was able to discern that she wasn't surrounded by real people, she urged forward, galloping through the halls, pale and grey, almost as though one of the statues had come to life.
"Help me! Is there anyone here? I call for your aid! I am to be slaughtered! A Man of the Mountain sits at your door!"
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 16, 2018 19:14:24 GMT -8
Karga could not help to hear the disturbance in his home, even as focused as he was. He set down his tools and headed for the entrance before soon finding himself face to heaving torso of a centaur as they rounded a corner at the same time and almost collided. He slid from her path with fluid grace and put his hands up in a calming gesture.
"Calm young one, calm. Who follows you to these forgotten halls?" He asked calmly, ready to dodge if she struck out of panic.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Dec 16, 2018 20:49:18 GMT -8
The woman reared up when she encountered the man, startled by his sudden appearance. She skittered backward on her hind legs, giving him room. Mind whirring, she stumbled over her words and slowed only to take a breath.
"A Warrior of the Tamorjin tribe and a murderer! He is a giant. He seeks to butcher me. I've lost my weapon and my companions have fallen in battle. Please, if you can even equip me with something, I cannot ask you to die facing him when I brought him here!"
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 16, 2018 23:20:21 GMT -8
Karga snorted derisively. He remembered the men of the mountains, brutal thugs nearly to a one. He started back down the hallway towards the exit.
"Do not worry. I will see to it he leaves these grounds. One way or another." He said coldly as he continued to walk with the easy stride of a man with a purpose. "Though I do wonder what would lead him to chase you this far." He murmured under his breath, knowing that he would have words for the hulking brute as he neared the exit that lead to the frigid wastes beyond.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Dec 20, 2018 23:00:39 GMT -8
This speculation concerned the centaur little at the moment, as more pressing matters were waiting at the door. She did step forward, eyes wide as she watched the man walk away.
"Wait! Who are you compared to a Man of the Mountain? How do you plan to defeat him!?" she called, too frightened to follow, but also intensely troubled for what was going to happen to the poor man. Monks could be powerful, but one against a monster? She had her doubts.
Before he would be able to answer, the door rocketed open, flying to the opposite wall with a force that would shatter the statues that lay there. Standing in the doorway, barely able to push himself through for his mass, was the rummy-faced hulk dressed in the skins of corpses that the centaur screamed so fearfully about.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 20, 2018 23:16:07 GMT -8
Karga sucked in a long breath before letting out a longer sigh that fogged in the onrushing arctic air. Those statues were centuries old, had taken months on end to carve, not to mention that he had quarried the stone himself, and that each was. An. Image. Of. His. Family. He barely swallowed the growing growl crawling up his throat before speaking.
"You really shouldn't have done that." He said, his voice cold as the mountain air, before vanishing in a blur of movement that ate up the remaining distance between them in the blink of an eye that ended with him planting a scissor kick into the mountain man's torso that impacted with a thud of foot to chest, a cracking of bone, and a forced and painful expulsion of breath as the mountain man was bodily thrown backwards. Karga glanced back at Riya with a grim expression. "This won't take but a moment miss. Mind doing your best to put the door back?" He said quietly before disappearing into the swiftly forming blizzard outside.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Dec 27, 2018 16:25:20 GMT -8
The centaur stared on, jaw disconnecting from the rest of her face to hit the floor. Her heart fluttered when the man turned back to speak to her. Without meaning to, she took a step back and nodded.
What kind of creature had she unearthed here, alone in this monastery? To be able to send a giant flying as though he were made of parchment.
Outside, the behemoth groaned, pushing himself up from the hill of snow that the monk had used him to build. A path of snow had been cleared from the Mountain Man's flight. Holding his chest, he kept a shaky hand on his weapon and looked forward to search for his assailant. He had not even seen his approach before. How in the world did he do that?
But then, there... there! Through the blizzard, he spotted a lone figure, striding toward him as though he knew he would win this battle. Despite his pain, a fire overtook him, allowing the giant to heft his axe and move forward. He roared, much like an animal, and swung his weapon down with a conviction known only to the Fallen Champion of the mountain.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 27, 2018 16:37:07 GMT -8
Karga was not by nature a violent man, in fact he had a distaste for the pastime of performing violence upon others. But he was also a rational man, a man of the world, and he knew that sometimes where words failed, action must be done.
The howling mountain winds caught hold of his clothes, whipping them back and forth in the curling gale as snow stung their faces and eyes. It was a day of sleet and ice, a day of mountain storms, both internal and external as Karga laid his icy gaze on the man before him like a pronouncement of ill intent.
“You come into my home, break down my door, deface the faces of my family, and threaten violence upon another. I give you this one chance, and this one chance only, to explain what you are doing and why before I level my judgement upon you and your forgotten remains join the countless others that litter these forgotten slopes.” He stated coldy, his deathly calm voice carrying even in the violence of the storm.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Dec 29, 2018 14:42:40 GMT -8
Through the pain, the Man of the Mountain laughed as he approached Karga.
"Orders from Kuchar Khan! Retrieve the Sage of the centaurs. We are not to retreat until we do," he announced, voice grating as though he'd been smoking a pipe for the last fifty years. "The Sage is mine! If you give her up I'll keep the rest of your little buildings intact. Though I don't quite think it's gonna go that way, now is it?"
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Dec 31, 2018 8:33:45 GMT -8
Karga let out his breath in a slow cloud of steam. He almost wished it was as simple as where he walked death followed but the truth was much simpler: there would always be those who brought such action. Upon themselves or others.
While these thoughts flitted through his mind the man of the mountain broke into a lumbering run with a roar of fury and pain as he saw the resolve on Karga’s face. He brought his axe down to cleave the man in two but Karga spun out of the way of the blow, ending his movement to the man’s side and back as he delivered a stone breaking blow to his kidney followed by a knee slammed into his liver, all but pulping both and dropping the giant to his knees with a wheezing scream. He landed several more shots into key pressure points, bones creaking under the blows that struck fast as lightning with the force of a giant’s hammer.
His agony didn’t last as Karga finished the movement by sweeping his legs out from under him and laying him out on his back, shins beneath him, and turned with a step and a final blow that broke his neck with a sickening crack.
Karga let out a ragged breath and stepped back from the corpse and closed his eyes. He hated taking lives but the man had chosen his path, one that ended here and now.
He spat off to the side and grabbed the body, dragging it out of the city and rolling it to tumble down the slopes. If the wolves didn’t find it then it would simply be buried like so many others. It was almost a miracle that they had avoided the predators that called the mountains home, and on that note he executed a partial shift and let loose a guttural howl that echoed off the ravine walls and signaled that food was near at hand to the roaming packs before returning to the Monastery to go and question his new… guest.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 3, 2019 12:47:46 GMT -8
She had been watching from the doorway all this time, even as Karga walked away with the giant into the white wasteland below. Not once did her eyes leave the man, even when it was nearly impossible to pick him out. It was then that she heard the howl. A first she thought it was the wind, but the sound was all too familiar. The wolves of the mountains were massive, fearsome beasts that even herds of her people could fall prey to if they were not careful. The sound shook her, bristled her fur
The centaur waited until she saw the man approach, a grim shadow cast across his face. She backed out of the door as he entered, thinking of things to say.
"... he is dead?" she finally asked. "You've saved me. I'm not sure how to thank you."
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jan 5, 2019 17:21:50 GMT -8
Karga wiped his hands off with snow as the blizzard began to die down as quickly as it had blown in. He eyed the woman in the doorway with his head slightly tilted to the side as the torchlight glinted off his eyes.
“No thanks is necessary. One should never leave another to the sufferings of so called greater men. So the sons of the mountains are gathering under one banner once more?” He said as he stalked up the stairs, his walk the unconscious lope of a predatory who’s territory has been infringed. “So, any hope of salvaging the door?” He asked casually as he stopped next to her and looked inside.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 5, 2019 20:43:34 GMT -8
Looking back at the ruins of the door and the broken statues, the centaur grimaced. "My tribe is known for our speed, unfortunately... not our strength. Forgive me. I ask you to kill a man and you've helped me as such, but-" She wasn't even sure she would be able to get up if she knelt down now. She was already being reminded of the exhaustion in her limbs, slowly pulling at her eyelids, arms, and knees.
But she couldn't fall asleep on this stranger! Not yet!
"But wait! You know of the Men of the Mountain. But who are you? How did you... how did you manage that?!" She pointed to the door. "I've never seen anyone move so fast!"
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jan 5, 2019 20:51:55 GMT -8
Karga held up a hand as he watched the woman’s legs almost buckle under her. He knew the signs of exhaustion when he saw them.
“I will answer your questions, but not now. You are obviously exhausted.” He said as he walked past her and down the corridor. “Follow me, I’ll show you where you can rest. Don’t worry about the door.” He didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d asked her to see about putting it back. It was seven feet tall and almost a third of a foot thick. Maybe he had been away from the outside for too long.
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 5, 2019 21:20:27 GMT -8
"Wait, I've just barged into your... temple? Your home? I couldn't just ask to take up space after what I've asked for you, I-" She was losing steam as she fussed, as being that anxious took up quite a bit of energy. She clasped her hands around her arms and dropped her gaze to the ground.
"I... thank you," she said finally, following him. She didn't have much else to say, not yet. Her mind was a blur, filled with voices and the howling wind in her ears, roars of beats, the clang of metal.
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Karga Oldfang
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jan 5, 2019 21:25:44 GMT -8
Karga lead her through the halls, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Their brief journey ended in a room full of cots and bedding, apparently long unused though neatly kept. There was a fireplace with a stack of wood next to it which karga went over and began to set for a long nights fire.
“It’s not much I’m afraid. If you stay longer we can see if one of the outbuildings suits your needs. If need anything, just call. I… don’t sleep much.” He said with a slight smile, heading towards the door. “I’ll be around when you wake up.”
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Riya
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 5, 2019 22:39:44 GMT -8
Nodding, the centaur said her good nights and clopped over to one of the cots. She did not see herself reasonably being able to not destroy the cot with her weight, she did kneel beside it and laid her arms and head on the bedding. Very soon after, she dropped into a deep, dreamless, dark slumber.
The next morning, the first thing she realized was that everything hurt. Every limb and muscle screamed at her before she even thought to open her eyes. When she finally did, she found herself looking at very unfamiliar walls, in an unfamiliar dwelling, on an unfamiliar bed.
She launched onto her hooves much faster than her body wanted to allow. Pain shot through her and cramped her joints, causing her to awkwardly dance across the stone floor before she found her balance. Her breathing was quick and shallow, heart fluttering like a bird's as she surveyed the room. Slowly, the memories of the day before crept back into her mind. The sounds of clashing steel, monstrous laughter, and the sight of red staining endless white fields-
And then him.
The man who was no more than a blur as he pummeled into her assailant, who had followed her for hours upon hours in a chase that she thought would end in her death, only to end in his.
All because of that man.
Gathering herself, she steadied her breathing, then began to make her way across the floor warily, stretching her limbs as she did. Not wanting to disturb him if he was up to something important, she began to wander in hopes of simply bumping into him.
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Karga Oldfang
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Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: A wiry man, slim and built for speed and endurance, his gifts give him unnatural strength, speed, and grace, his movements almost unnatural in their fluidity.
He is a handsome man with chiseled features with short silver-gray hair, a beard of the same color, and eyes color of liquid platinum.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elegant silk and cotton garments, often opts for a simpler design and has leather wraps for his arms and legs and a simple leather cord tying a silver claw that hangs over his heart.
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Allegiances: The Pack of the Silver Dusk
Registered: Dec 2, 2018 0:12:51 GMT -8
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Post by Karga Oldfang on Jan 5, 2019 23:08:31 GMT -8
Karga was a man of many titles through the years before his isolation and a few after as well. He remembered a few as he studied the head of the statue he had hauled into the room he had labeled remembrance when he’d begun to carve the statues.
Heila, she who danced in shadow. A sultry dark elven beauty with a wicked sense of humor, she’d called him khal'abbil, trusted comrade, the highest praise she could give. He’d rescued her from the life of an assassin quite by accident and trust was never free in her life. She had given his cause her life. Literally, seeing as she’d died fighting the Hellhounds.
He sighed as he set the cracked visage down on the rest of the ruble that had once been a statue, one of three that had been pulverized in the giants frustration. Each one the delicate work of up to a year as he exactingly extracted a frozen memory from the cold stone.
He took a step back and shook his head. He would have to recreate them as he had no way to repair the damage. Even if he had the skills to perform Kintsukuroi he had neither the amount of material necessary for the repair or to keep the forge running long enough to work that amount of metal.
That was one of Xar’s talents, but he wasn’t here. In fact he was too far away to contact beyond knowing that he was in good health and general content. In most circumstances Karga would be content with the knowledge his son was safe but occasionally he wished he’d visit more often.
As he pondered what it might take to obtain the materials and the skills he returned to the barely touched block of stone in the center of the room. He thought upon it and after finally clearing his mind he returned to the task at hand, the face in his mind.
Endal. He wasn’t a warrior, or a poet, or a scholar. He was a man content with his life as a farmer. Last of his line. Karga had met him on a journey and they had become friends, and karga offered him his gifts. Maybe he shouldn’t have. If he had just left him to be content with his life he wouldn’t have died in his arms, the life torn out of him. Karga flinched as he remembered his last moments. His screams as he was savaged. His last gurgled breaths.
The hammer struck chisel, removing another chunk of stone. He remembered the words he’d once read, and he thought about how true they had been as he brought the hammer down again.
Art isn’t hard, all you must do is put instrument to medium and bleed...
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Riya
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 27
Physical Description: Riya is lithe for a centaur with a shorter, more agile stature. She sports a rather pale, greyish complexion for her skin, hair, and fur, helping her blend with the snow-speckled mountains.
She has cloven, sure-footed hooves that help her navigate cliffsides and steep rocky outcrops.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally clad in thick cotton or linen, Riya refuses to wear the skin of animals, though wool safely procured from sheep does not seem to bother her.
She owns a staff made of white birch. At its head, a thin slab of Jasper has been placed, and tied to loops within the wood are various corvid feathers.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riya on Jan 9, 2019 11:27:21 GMT -8
Eventually, after wandering through the halls for several minutes, the centaur found the man among the statues that had been smashed to pieces. She didn't say anything, not at first, just observed him for the brief moment, looking into his face, carved with aged grief. She let her eyes sweep over the statues before coming back to Karga.
"These are... not simple statues," she observed. "They're memoirs, are they not? I see memories buried deep in your eyes when you gaze upon them."
She made her way through the doorway and approached the man as softly as she could.
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