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 15, 2019 22:03:24 GMT -8
The rhythmic tapping of the hammer and chisel didn't falter, though it was apparent she'd startled him. He sighed as he realized he'd been lost down endless roads of what ifs and maybes, things that should have and never would be.
"Yes. They are people I knew long long ago. My friends. My family. Every one of them taken from the world before their time. Few remain. Fewer know I do. And the world just keeps turning." He frowned slightly as he loosened his tensed muscles with an effort of will. "Such is the way of things. Life and death, the two oldest truths, lamb and wolf ever nipping at each-other's heels. And everywhere lamb goes, wolf is sure to follow. And everywhere wolf goes, lamb is sure to follow." He said tiredly, lowering the chisel. "So what do you seek little lamb, asking for favor in the wolf's den?" He asked quietly but not menacingly, turning his head to peer at her over his shoulder, eyebrow raised, silver gaze seeming to see right through her.
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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 19, 2019 18:04:51 GMT -8
That gave the statues so much more meaning than Riya could have imagined. But there were so many! How in the name of the gods did he memorize so many faces, create this many allies?
Studying them as Karga spoke, she suddenly felt a chill when she heard him address her. She dropped her gaze down to him, heart fluttering.
"Wolf's den?" she echoed. "And what does that entail? Those words are heavier than a simple metaphor, are they not?"
Do not panic, she told herself. He saved you. He would not do so just to slaughter you the next day.
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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 19, 2019 23:10:22 GMT -8
Karga let out a low rough chuckle.
“I mean little by it child. Forgive an old man his ramblings.” He said with a twinkle of humor in his eyes. “But the question remains. The son of the mountain called you a sage, and I wonder why they would hunt you and your kind, especially to follow you to a these heat forsaken peaks. I haven’t heard of them being this devoted since the days of Gantulga Khan.” He said as he turned around fully and settled easily into a lotus position.
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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 20, 2019 13:28:47 GMT -8
The centaur took a step back as he spoke, eyes narrowing at him. He paid a lot more attention than she hoped. The day before, from the doorway, she heard the giant's booming voice. She heard him speak of the bounty on her head.
Not only that, but he spoke of a Khan long past, one that she was too young to remember by several hundred years.
Clasping her hands at her chest, the woman attempted to steady her breathing, to calm her pounding heart. She took several long seconds to speak, body tense.
"Do you know of them?" she asked him. "The Four Sages, carriers of immense power. They've been rumored for centuries. Many thought they were only that."
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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 20, 2019 15:22:43 GMT -8
Karga studied her for long moments. He’d heard stories, whispers on the wind, the mutterings of ancient wolves. He’d never seen their work first hand but…
“Rumor, hearsay, muttered gossip on the wind. Stories of wisemen and women with power beyond mortal ken. Never met one myself, but there was enough parallels in the stories to make me think more of it then mere superstition.” He said thoughtfully as he studied her. “Tales of old magic from when the world was a younger and,” he flashed her a wolffish grin. “Wilder place.”
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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 20, 2019 20:11:31 GMT -8
She tried to reciprocate his grin and fell short. Cursing the prey-beast within her, she reminded herself of her true, nobler blood. Centaurs were not such skittish creatures: they were warriors.
"Hard to imagine it was any wilder than this," she told him. Bravely, she took a step toward him, fully entering the room beyond the doorway. "I am... not the Sage, but its powers lie within my staff." Gesturing to her right, she indicated the door. "Which I dropped outside. It won't be easy to find it, but I've been instructed not to let anyone else take it. I do not know if anyone has tracked me here, but I won't be able to take chances. If the Tamorjin claim this power... I'm not sure there will be any hope for Toragana. We would be fated to serve beneath the Khan."
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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 21, 2019 17:54:35 GMT -8
Karga didn’t attempt to hide his surprise as his eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. Well, interesting times indeed.
“That seems like something you might want to retrieve with all haste. Magic like that is best not left in the snow where anyone may stumble upon it.” He said quietly with somewhat forced calm. “I don’t know what has been going on recently but if the sons of the mountain are anything like they used to be then that is not a power I would have fall lightly into their grasp. I’ll help you search.” He finished gravely, rising gracefully from the floor.
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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 21, 2019 21:44:28 GMT -8
"But it's not just outside your door! I must have dropped it miles ago. If the storm continued throughout the night we might not even be able to track..." She trailed off, choking on her words for a few moments. "My... path through the snow. You see, they think I'm the Sage. They don't know I don't have the power myself. Dropping it when I thought I was going to get caught... they might never learn of it buried in the mountains. This is uncharted territory."
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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 21, 2019 22:00:01 GMT -8
Karga halfway pinned her to the wall with a piercing stare as he considered her words. She was keeping secrets, holding her words. Not unusual for one in her situation but in his he felt some small right to know if she was going to bring an army marching on his home.
“What aren’t you telling me?” He asked quietly. “I have no interest in stealing a people’s heritage or in the harming of an innocent but I will not be blindly dragged into conflict again. I have lost many things to the blind greed of another before, I have no wish to add my home to that list without knowing what is happening.” He said steel in his voice and the flash of his teeth. “I may live in isolation but I know the ugliness of the world, the apathy of lesser men and women who would throw their mothers to the wolves with neither second thought or look to spare themselves a moment more, their greed as they put worlds to the flame for just another speck of power. So tell me child, what brings such desperation that a lone woman must flee so far to these bleakest of peaks with an artifact that can change the course of entire civilizations if used incorrectly?” He finished coldly, the weight of time and loss hardening his voice.
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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 24, 2019 16:45:45 GMT -8
The centaur grit her teeth and skittered back, nails digging into her palms. Every instinct she had told her to run, but unlike the Man of the Mountain, she knew she couldn't flee from this man. "You saved my life, this much is true. I'll always be grateful, but how am I supposed to know I can trust you?" she started, foraging for bravery. "How am I supposed to know that you won't try to use that power for yourself?"
Not that he would be able to. So few people were able to harness the sage's power. She very much doubted that he was one of them, especially since he lacked the signs. But if he hunted down those who could and forced them to work for him-
"You're already so powerful!" she pointed out. "With the sage's power, who knows what more you would be capable of? You must understand I can't be careless!"
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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 24, 2019 20:20:27 GMT -8
Karga was about to respond heatedly when he stopped himself and forced himself to breath slowly and deeply. This wasn’t helping. From her perspective she’d been hunted far past the edges of anything called civilization by an inexorable foe only to watch said enemy get dismantled by a man a third his size.
“Let me ask you a question to see if the stories persist. Long ago your people had dealing with a rather selective group, those known as the Silver Dusk, what knowledge of them remains?” He asked, deliberately taking a step back and relaxing his stance and voice.
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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 25, 2019 22:30:48 GMT -8
The young centaur perked up at the same, leaning forward as she spoke. "Songs," she told him, striding towards the man. "Of a pact with would-be hunters. People stronger than any of us could imagine. No one's seen them for hundreds of years. Even the stories about them are... dwindling, sparse."
As she neared Karga, she knelt down on one knee so that they could be level to one another. "You are going to tell me you are one of Silver Dusk. But... how?"
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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 26, 2019 9:26:42 GMT -8
Karga couldn’t help but chuckle at her complete reversal of emotion.
“Well it’s not like we all just died.” His smile disappeared as fast as it had appeared. “Only most of us.” He swept his hand around at the statues broken and being carved and to those that could be seen at the hall. “There aren’t many of us left, in fact what you see is what is left of us. Just an old man and scattered memories. The few that remain are scattered to the eight winds and almost none ever return here.” He sighed. “So much has been lost. So much that can never be regained.”
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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 Feb 1, 2019 14:44:58 GMT -8
"That's... what it seemed like," she told him. She listened to him recount their dwindling numbers, all but nonexistent at this time. To have your kind erased, to be the last of them-
"There are many who may share the same fate very soon. The centaur tribes will never bow down to the Khan, and because of it, he will have his men hunt us until no one is left. You are familiar with their philosophy, I assume: accepting only victory, even through death. Those of the Qara'Mongke, particularly, may be looking to recapture some honor in lieu of their fallen khan, replaced several years ago by Kuchar. Every one of the Tamorjin families is against us, and we can garner little support from Giant's Hand outside its borders. These aren't easy times."
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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 Feb 6, 2019 18:21:31 GMT -8
"Blood is oft what is needed to quench fevered blood, no matter what the hunted and the murdered may want. It is the lot of the defender, the guardian, and the leader to lay down their lives in defense of others, but only if there is no other way. Better to retreat and live to fight another day then die a useless death. The price for peace may be an ocean of blood, but all must try to make sure that their enemies pay the lion share of that tax lest they find in victory only the silent screams of mutual loss." He said somberly, a grim cast to his features.
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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 Feb 12, 2019 22:38:00 GMT -8
"Possible for some, but our numbers are thin already! We do not breed as fruitfully as humans do, nor is our kind made through magic. If too few of us are left, we might never recover. I will not stand by and watch my brethren die off and become nothing but a relic."
She moved toward the door, eyes on the floor. "I will not ask you to help me further. If that is your stance on things... I can make the journey alone."
Opening the door, the centaur prepared to depart. Starving and exhausted, with a heart that felt heavier than all the weight on her sore limbs, she steeled herself for the long journey.
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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 Feb 13, 2019 5:23:01 GMT -8
“I think you misunderstand me little lamb. I am not telling you to make some sort of hopeless stand against the dark.” Karga said as he slowly rose to his feet. “I am telling you to gather your people and flee. Flee to the forests and the valleys, the plains and the caves. Run where the khan’s forces cannot follow. And once you find yourselves in distant lands you must search for allies.” He put his hand to his neck and twisted his head to crack it with a series of pops. “These old bones have stayed here for too long I think. Maybe it’s time to look to the future rather then bemoan the past.”
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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 Feb 28, 2019 17:33:25 GMT -8
Little lamb.
To some, such a pet name could be endearing. To a centaur, proud and defiant, it was a center of fury that she found difficult to choke down. She rose her hands up and gripped at her collar so that she did not pierce her dry, cracked palms with her nails. Still, she did listen to his words. He was older, wiser... stronger.
"That would be good if I could rally my brethren so easily," she told Karga. "Many are in the steppes now, trying to rally our numbers for a raid while they believe their soldiers are hunting me. They might already be on their way. I tried to contact them using the sage's power, but I can't use it properly."
Turning back to face him, Riya pursed her lips. "You would help?" she asked. "After hiding so long?"
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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 Mar 3, 2019 10:01:05 GMT -8
“It isn’t like I’m getting any younger. Just more stiff. One can punch rocks only so long before one gets bored. I may have failed my people, but I can try to help yours.” He replied with a sad smile,
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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 Apr 22, 2019 20:47:03 GMT -8
The whites in her eyes expanded as she parted her lips. Her hands squeezed at her sides. Softly, she breathed a "thank you," then cast a gaze at the world before them.
"We must hurry then. Though we left no real trail, the Khan has many shamans beneath his wing. It is possible that he has sent out another party by now, even more dangerous than before. The last giant was powerful but injured and fatigued. He was also just an old soldier. We will see how you fare against their more... spry warriors."
Without waiting any longer, she leaped out into the snowy world before them, stampeding through the white wasteland with a surprising swiftness she didn't show the old wolf the evening before.
Though not as fast as Karga, the Swiftstride were named aptly.
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