Asgeir
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Roleplay posts: 85 
Allegiances: Asgeir
Registered: Aug 13, 2015 14:51:16 GMT -8
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Post by Asgeir on Dec 15, 2018 13:01:57 GMT -8
Seaholm
In the northernmost reaches of Asgeir is Seaholm, situated on an islet between two rivers. As much of Asgeir’s northern coasts are laden with jagged rocks and overhanging cliffs, this settlement serves as the only point of entry into Varan homeland from the north. As such, virtually all maritime trade coming into and out of Asgeir by sea is focused here. The sailortown nature of Seaholm attracts many seamen, merchants, and other travelers of all kinds. A panoply of docks built along the shores of the islet host ships burdened with goods from all across the world, most of which are stored in the many warehouses attached to the docks. A variety of smiths, jewelers, craftsmen, and other artisans reside in Seaholm itself, exploiting the potential to sell their wares to incoming foreigners. Inns, taverns, and mead halls dot the city streets, offering rest and respite for people of all kinds. Unique to Seaholm, the Varan here do not extend outward beyond the shores of the islet, but rather upward - with some buildings several stories high. Tall, burly, and capable Varan mercenaries sell their services to the highest bidders on the docks. These natural-born warriors are renowned seafarers and raiders, and their skills are in high demand for anyone hoping to survive the northern seas. Seaholm may not be entirely walled, but the two rivers surrounding the islet provide a natural barrier for any would-be attacker. The city’s primary defensive unit is the Seaguard - capable warriors who also excel at naval combat, and some of whom have wind magic. Various trading companies enlist privately-funded mercenaries to garrison their warehouses, and these additional fighters only aid in the defense of Seaholm. |
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Yübor, the Eye of the Storm
New
Stormlord
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 45
Physical Description: Yübor is a tall figure built like an oak - fearsome and outright intimidating. The Stormlord has striking blue eyes and long red hair as well as a long red beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Yübor wears a set of ancient Varan armor passed down from one Stormlord to the next. The armor is nigh-indestructible, and was forged to withstand the amount of power Yübor is able to harness.
Yübor's ki'gar is worn as a sash around his waist. It is yellow and purple with the visage of a dragon breathing fire.
Yübor wields Stormblade - the oldest and most powerful weapon known to the Varan. The sword was forged by a legendary Varan smith, who was killed when a lightning bolt struck him during the blade's completion. Stormblade is indestructible and capable of harnessing the powers of the Stormlord.
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Registered: Dec 12, 2015 20:21:20 GMT -8
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Post by Yübor, the Eye of the Storm on Dec 15, 2018 13:34:32 GMT -8
Yübor rested against the railing of the perch as he examined the action below. Dock workers were loading all manner of supplies - weapons, armor, food, and essentials onto the Varan longships docked in the harbor. Warriors of all ages, both male and female, were finding respite in the heart of the city, enjoying their last warm meals and flagons of good mead before disembarking for the journey ahead.
The Stormlord had been sent to Seaholm at the request of Ulfr Borgsson, the High King of Asgeir and Jarl of Stormhold. Every few years an eternal enemy of the Varan, the Witch of Winter, sent her minions south to assault the northern coasts of the Overworld. Hordes of pale-skinned frost elves would sack and raze unsuspecting towns and villages, leaving ruin in their wake, before returning back to their arctic wastes.
An invitation had been sent to the Taingaardians as well as the East Isran Trading Company to take part as well. Ulfr and Yübor were both confident that the Varan fleet alone could handle the task, but it would be foolish not to seek aid from two other great naval forces. The combined fleet would certainly be able to deal a decisive blow to the Witch of Winter and her Frost Elves, thus sparing the lives of man innocents this winter.
A bone-chilling gust swept across Seaholm. The winds of winter were fast approaching, bringing with it great snowfall and terrible blizzards. Yübor looked to the westward horizon, hoping to see the approach of his allies.
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Lord Arthur Perceval
Established
Governor and Commander of the East Isran Trading Company
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 40
Physical Description: Arthur is a good enough looking man, being born of noble blood in the Isran Empire. He is six foot flat and weighs in around one hundred and fifty pounds. His hair is black and curly, cut neat and kept tidy. He has no facial hair. The colors of his eyes are a deep blue, much like the sea.
From his time in the Navy, his body is cut lean and mean.
Clothes and Equipment:
The clothes upon his back are cut from the finest cloths in the Isran tailoring district, thanks to the bullion garnered from the expansive East Isran Trading Company has garnered him. An enchanted saber hangs from his left hip.
Allegiances: Isran Empire, East Isran Company
Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Oct 12, 2018 19:19:12 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Arthur Perceval on Dec 15, 2018 16:21:25 GMT -8
Northern settlements were allies, though not powerful ones, of the Empire. Lord Perceval only endeavored to help the men of the North because of their prolific standing in history, together as one, and to lose the valuable profits from the wastes would be counterintuitive to the business of trade. Arthur assembled a task force quickly and had left the docks of the Audrian port at dawn.
So, with Forward Unto Victory, two other warships, three frigates, and four schooners made their way north. They raised the Isran banner high above their mast, right under the naval jack of the company was visible. Leading the way north, Arthur and his skilled crew navigated the dangerous swells of the ocean, braving the nautical miles as their journey broth them closer to their allies.
Coming about the edge of the isle on a tacking course of north-east, the Company fleet had made good time cutting through the waves, until finally, Arthur had spied the waiting ships through a chilled spyglass. Collapsing it, he struck the helmsman on the back, pointing to the ships just becoming visible on the horizon.
Finally arriving, the terrible cold of the northern provinces chilling the company men to the bones, threw their anchors as they pulled alongside the waiting Varan fleet. A schooner pulled along the ship, and a gangplank was raised, allowing Arthur to descend upon the smaller boat. Then, it took the Commander to the head Varan ship, again a gangplank being raised. Arthur places a boot on the plank, and looked up to the ship.
"Permission to come aboard?"
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Granor Helgaard
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 34
Physical Description: Broad shoulders and about 6 feet tall his brown hair often sporting a loosely tied ponytail and his face a thick full beard ending in two thin braided goatees.
Clothes and Equipment: The leather armor is preferred but his armor is thick and made from some of the toughest beasts in Taingaard that few spears can skewer and lined with from his neck down over his shoulder so the freezing winds he navigates in won't get the best of him. The Helgaard family dynasty owns the Runeforge and thus Granor was given the Crow's Talon a powerful spear that in the right hands can bring down even the mightiest foe.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 16, 2018 12:04:02 GMT -8
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Post by Granor Helgaard on Dec 16, 2018 12:48:12 GMT -8
Donned in blue and bright yellow the Taingaardian ships were not hard to recognize arriving shortly after the ones from the empire. The mast carried sails that had the Taingaardian compass painted upon them and Granor stood at the front of the ships peering ahead with on foot on the gunwale as a slight grin crept up his face. It would be good to shake hands with the Varan brothers again although he couldn't help but feel that the Isran trade delegation was an odd one to join this battle.
Seven Taingaardian longships along with 'The Herold' in front, the one he himself commandeered, was to be joining the battle against the persistent elf witch further north. The Herold was a flagship about thrice the size of the normal long ships and built from some of the toughest lumber there were to be had in Taingaard anf infused with protective magic. However she was but a prototype for the Taingaardians' rapidly evolving arms race when it came to conquer the sea and it was said that if all went well, she would soon look small and fragile compared to what was in the pipeline. Well this had to do right now and The Herold wouldn't have to be ashamed next to any Varan ship.
"Hail Varan brothers!" he called out merrily when he got close waiting for an answer back.
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Yübor, the Eye of the Storm
New
Stormlord
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 45
Physical Description: Yübor is a tall figure built like an oak - fearsome and outright intimidating. The Stormlord has striking blue eyes and long red hair as well as a long red beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Yübor wears a set of ancient Varan armor passed down from one Stormlord to the next. The armor is nigh-indestructible, and was forged to withstand the amount of power Yübor is able to harness.
Yübor's ki'gar is worn as a sash around his waist. It is yellow and purple with the visage of a dragon breathing fire.
Yübor wields Stormblade - the oldest and most powerful weapon known to the Varan. The sword was forged by a legendary Varan smith, who was killed when a lightning bolt struck him during the blade's completion. Stormblade is indestructible and capable of harnessing the powers of the Stormlord.
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Registered: Dec 12, 2015 20:21:20 GMT -8
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Post by Yübor, the Eye of the Storm on Dec 16, 2018 13:23:07 GMT -8
Yübor was more than pleased to see not only the Isran ships but the Taingaardian ships creep over the horizon. He smiled, put away his spyglass, and began to issue orders to his subordinates to rally the men and women.
“Double time!” the dockhands cried out to each other, “let’s go, let’s go!” It would not take much longer to stock the ships to their desired capacity. By the time Yübor’s allies arrived the Varan warriors had boarded the ships and were prepared to disembark.
Yübor stood on the deck of The Seahag, ready to invite both Arthur and Granor when they attempted to come aboard. The Varan longships were not unlike the Taingaardians’, although they lacked magical enchantments, and Granor’s flagship - The Herold, was larger than The Seahag.
The Isran ships, on the other hand, were quite a sight to see. They were much larger than any seafaring vessel the Varan were use to, although many of Asgeir’s warriors had encountered such ships during their travels, and even served as mercenaries aboard them. Yübor shared a similar thought as the rest of the Varan: the Isran ships were large, no doubt cumbersome, and not as well-suited to the waters surrounding the northern icelands as the longships. Nevertheless, he thought, they would make do and bring much-needed strength to the combined fleet.
“Permission granted!” Yübor extended his arm and enthusiastically welcomed Arthur onto the Seahag. The Commander might feel a slight stinging sensation in his arm, as if some sort of static electricity was emanating off of Yübor’s hand. “I am Yübor, Stormlord. This is Seaholm’s flagship, The Seahag.” The Stormlord looked around at its more primitive concepts compared to Forward Unto Victory’s own features. “She’s not as new or as shiny as your own - but…, well, you’ll learn to love her.”
Turning towards Granor, Yübor smiled and waved the Taingaardians over. He was brought aboard as well. “Yübor, Stormlord,” he introduced himself. “Thank you both for answering my call. Asgeir will remember your services. May this be the first step towards mutual cooperation.” He turned and looked at Arthur specifically: “there may be lucrative opportunities at the end of all this.”
A lumbering giant of a man approached the trio. His choice of attire - fine fur garments - made him stick out amongst the other Varan. Dark blue eyes studied both Arthur and Granor as he stroked his long brown beard.
“This is Jorunn,” Yübor introduced the man. “Captain of the Seahag.” Jorunn greeted both figures and offered a firm handshake. “His patrols return with daily reports; nothing happens in the northern seas without him knowing. He is, after all, the reason we’re here. As I mentioned in the letter you received, the Witch of Winter is mustering the Frost Elves at a harbor somewhere in the Northern Wastes. Jorunn here knows the way. Once we get there, we will engage the enemy fleet and destroy them entirely, before they can make landfall on the Overworld. Before we leave, would you like to introduce yourselves, or ask any questions?”
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