Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on May 7, 2019 20:04:41 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn
Hafnarhöfn is the only major port within Ískaldur, and as such is usually bustling with activity. The city itself is mostly self contained inside the cliff it’s built into, a few buildings existing outside to deal with the docking of foreign ships. The docks are relatively plain wooden things, built above a freezing sea and ready to accept any vessels which may arrive. It’s usually pretty empty, most preferring to stay out of the chilling outdoors. Lamps hang at uniform intervals, illuminating most of the dock in their light should the wind be merciful enough to not blow them out. Several wooden structures jut out of the cliff, providing access to the city within as well as serving as a lookouts and places to drive away any unwelcome guests with several large ballistas. The bulk of the city is contained within the cliff and built in several layers. The bottom layers tend to be where most of the business takes place and is a chaotic and disorganized market. The middle layers belong to belong to the various professional shops and services, as well as inns for travellers to reside in. The higher levels contain the permanent residences and offices from which the city is run. The design of the city keeps it insulated and at a tolerable temperature, which is made comfortable by the many bonfires which are located throughout. Playable locations within Hafnarhöfn:
- Docks: Where one starts in Hafnarhöfn if traveling by boat. Shady business occasionally occurs in the corners where the light does not reach. - Streets: Where a majority of the action will take place, includes the markets, shops, inns, and residencies of all the levels. - Offices: The place in which major transactions and business deals are carried out, as well as where one can wind up if they cause any undue trouble. Also includes records of imports and exports. As per rule 2, please note at the top of your post which sublocation you are RPing in if you choose to come here. Link to informational thread
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on May 8, 2019 21:18:11 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn docks
Yawning, Zachariah would make his way off the ship and on to the dock. He appreciated being able to walk without feeling queasy, boats were definitely not his favorite thing. But the trip would hopefully be worth it, hearing tales of strange ruins that had just kinda appeared out of nowhere? That was sure to be an interesting experience. With the pay being offered though, he'd of came even if it ends up being nothing. fixing his hat he walked down the dock, looking over the various folks and objects he passed by.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on May 14, 2019 21:00:10 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn docks
The docks were seemed relatively calm compared to those of larger nations, but that's not to say they were devoid of activity. There were large beings made of minerals and metals carrying around barrels and crates of goods while other humans haggled over prices, disinterested guards huddled around fires and wrapped in furs playing some unique board game, and further down he could see several people hurriedly herding a larger group of shackled beings towards the city. A common theme between all these actions was present however, with that being to somehow escape the cold that pervaded the air.
So it may seem odd when there was something that didn't fit that rule. Along the docks walked a seven foot tall humanoid, extremely robust and composed entirely of a deep red, almost brown, mineral, with no apparent intent to escape the cold. He held a sizable full pouch aloft as he moved and with a booming voice advertised rewarding pay for anyone willing to do some exploration. Three pounds gold worth of pay, in fact.
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on May 15, 2019 17:13:15 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn docks
Zachariah frowned, so many seemed like they didn't want to be here, stuck in the cold, it didn't surprise him, but still. One stood out however, a giant mineral person with a bag of what was presumably gold in his hand. "Exploration huh?" He would think to himself. With how many stories he heard from the sailors, he wasn't surprised that folks would be trying to converse folks to get involved, but right in the docks? Ether these folks were as dense as their mineral bodies implied, or there was a reason people didn't bother exploring the area. Perfect.
Approaching the giant, he would tip his hat in greeting. "Three pounds of gold huh? Hard to turn that kind of money down, where do I sign up?"
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on May 20, 2019 18:43:36 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn Docks
The deep red Mineraali came to a stop as Zachariah addressed him, and his posture seemed to relax in relief. "You being here and being up for the job is enough of a sign up as far as I'm concerned. My name is Vandin, and, well..." He stops to looks over Zachariah briefly. "There's much to discuss, but I wouldn't want to have you freeze in this weather. Follow me and we can talk it over inside." He begins walking towards the city itself, keeping an eye on Zachariah to make see if he decides to follow or not.
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on May 21, 2019 18:59:30 GMT -8
Hafnarhöfn Docks
"I've stood in worse conditions." Zachariah joked, whether that was true or not was unimportant to him. Taking a moment, he looks about, curious if anyone seems to be a bit too close, perhaps looking out to see if he follows the mineral man. He's seen this before, the allure of gold ending with five guys who beat you down and rob you of your stuff. No matter what he sees however, Zachariah follows the man into the city.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on May 22, 2019 8:18:10 GMT -8
[Hafnarhöfn Streets]
“Not even the natives can stand being out there when bundled in furs.” Vandin chuckled while leading Zachariah into the relatively warmer city, making a way for Zachariah to follow with his imposing figure. “Fortunately you won’t be exploring out there. The ruins we’ve found are in an underground cavern, only recently discovered in our mines.” He pauses at an intersection, looking around in an effort to navigate the city. “Its discovery has brought work to a crawl and uh, the overseers don’t really like that. So I was tasked to find someone willing to scout out the area and make sure everything’s safe and, well, you get the idea.”
Vandin moves to the side of the street and out of the worst of the crowd. “They’d really like to see you as soon as possible, but I imagine that you might want to eat something before embarking on another journey,” he gestures towards a nearby tavern, where the sound of laughter and discussion flowed out. “If you want to eat a first I’d recommend this place. Either way I’ll be just down the road preparing our ride.” He finishes, pointing further down the road.
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on May 23, 2019 1:20:00 GMT -8
[Hafnarhöfn Streets]
Zachariah continued to follow, listening to Vandin's explanation, nodding. "I could see them taking issue with that yes. So just go in, make sure nothing there is dangerous to workers, and I get paid? I think I can handle that." Chuckling he finds himself in front of the inn, having been told he could get some food before starting. "Huh, alright, I could use something after all those weeks of boat food, I'll be back in a bit." Zachariah would step inside, have some food, a few drinks, a few more drinks, there may or may not of been a cute girl involved, the point is, he came back out three hours later, adjusting his belt and shaking his head, only to then finally walk down the road, joining the mineral man and his ride.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on May 29, 2019 6:51:41 GMT -8
[Hafnarhöfn Streets]
Zachariah would find the inn to be a sufficiently hospitable place, filled with a hearty crowd of people and infused with the smell of roasted meat and other food. While the natives inside may have initially been slightly wary of the unusually well dressed newcomer, time and alcohol would quickly alleviate any concern they had. All in all it would result in a good time.
Three hours later he'd find Vandin wrapping up a talk with another of his kind, this one seemingly made out of a mixture of copper and stone. With a couple parting words he'd dismiss the other Mineraali and turn to the approaching Zachariah, greeting him with a chuckle. "Good to see you, I was a bit worried I'd lost you in there." He gestured towards a nearby sled where several large furry canines were attached, and began climbing up onto it. "Our next stop should be Eldavél. Oh, and you might want one of these." He finished, holding out a bulky coat.
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on Jun 1, 2019 18:47:46 GMT -8
If there was anything Zachariah was good at, it was making a good first impression, indeed it didn't take long to get on the good side of most people in the tavern, including a lovely looking girl who was apparently the daughter of the tavern owner, it didn't take long for the two to get intament, he would of stayed longer but he did have a job to do, promising to come back when it was all done. For now he stood before the mineral folks, tipping his hat to the new one before facing Vandin. "I'll admit I have a bad habit of getting distracted, but I'm not one to just abandon a job." Giving the man a wink he followed to the sled, putting the jacket on once offered to him, before getting on the sled himself for the trip. "So, I'm guessing you work for those overseers?" Zachariah asked.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jun 4, 2019 22:32:21 GMT -8
[Hafnarhöfn Streets] Vandin grabbed the reins and gave them a solid tug, sending the dog-like Borines into motion. “You’d be right, I work for them and end up doing most of the odd jobs they need done. It’s not very interesting however and there’s not much to talk about.” From his tone and the way he immediately turned to adjust something strapped to the sled, it seemed he was more than a little adverse to talking about his job. Within a few minutes they were out of the city and travelling across the icy country towards their destination. Ice and snow stretched out as far as the eye could see, broken up by the occasional geographical feature and dotted with the occasional clump of strange flora. Outside of the view it was a rather uneventful ride, and they’d find themselves approaching the gates of Eldavél after a few days travel. [Transition to Eldavél]
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Veranthynne
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 19
Physical Description: The first thing one might notice about her is the dark hair that flows down her back. A beauty, the girl stands at a tall, willowy height, her forms swathed in robes to hide her thin figure. She has an oval shaped face with dark eyes, an aristocratic nose, and rosebud lips.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears robes of a novice mage in purple. She carries a jeweled dagger for her protection, and the various tools needed for traveling such as rope and grappling hooks. In her bag of holding are things like spell books and personal affects.
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Registered: Dec 15, 2020 8:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Veranthynne on Dec 29, 2020 11:19:58 GMT -8
She arrived at the docks after a long journey from some place of unknown origin. The mage was quiet on her feet, robes swirling gracefully around her legs as she walked but looked like she floated. Her eyes were flitting around, looking for whoever it was she needed to find in order for her to travel to the caves which she had heard about during her travels.
The dark haired girl moved forward, her lips pursing. Had she been too late? Had the ship sailed?
She didn't know... she only knew that she needed a grand adventure and this sounded like it was it.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jan 5, 2021 11:26:29 GMT -8
[Docks]
The Ískaldurians who happened to be standing at the docks would spot a longship on the horizon. Such a vessel would appear familiar to the people of this culture, but specific distinctions painted this boat as a Varan ship. The Varan believed themselves to be distant cousins of the Ískaldurians - but whether they thought the same way was uncertain. In any case the Varan aboard this longship sailed into harbor as friends and allies, not as enemies. The crew was composed of warriors, armed with axes, swords, shields, bows, and armor not unlike the accoutrements wielded by the Ískaldurians.
The sail was lowered and oars extended as the vessel closed proximity to the wooden docks. A couple of warriors rose to toss ropes, which were caught by Ískaldurians and tied to posts. The ship was pulled closer and secured. The warriors retrieved their belongings and disembarked, on their way to disperse into the town. Many made their way towards the mead halls seeking rest and respite, but others began their search for work. They were roaming mercenaries after all and sought fame and fortune as renowned seafaring warriors.
But the most important member of this crew was none other than Ralf Valgard. The White Wolf, Son of Volrun Valgard and Aesa Jojora, Conceived of Gripclaw Pass, Heir to the Throne of Valland, Wielder of the Hirhanic Shield, Slayer of Mariah, Adventurer, Warrior, Skald. A man of longwinded introductions and unnecessary naming conventions. He had traveled to this land in search of glory, fame, and adventure.
Veranthynne would no doubt see the disembarking of the northmen herself as she stood upon the docks. As narrative would have it Ralf was adorned in arms and armor that set him apart from the general warriors who accompanied him on the journey. "Hail, and well met," he began, "I am Ralf Valgard, but I will spare you my extended introduction until a larger audience is attained. I am a stranger to these lands, but I am seeking adventure. You appear to be well traveled, or at least of noble intellect, judging by your attire. I would offer myself as an ally... if you would have me."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 6, 2021 18:53:47 GMT -8
[Docks]
A small vessel enters the port with markings of the Isran Empire. Once parked, a woman steps off the ship onto the dock, followed by a uniformed officer.
"Your Highness, I don't think you should be going alone. You could be abducted like the Empress- erm." He stops following her as she touches the purple communication jewel hanging between her chest and speaks to him telepathically.
<Be quiet, Dawn Rider. I have no need for you, I'll give you a message if I ever do.>
The Isran sailors were left behind in the cold. Skarlet had no need for an escort. She hadn't even told those men why they were to take her here.
Skarlet carried just a couple pieces of luggage, containing some different outfits and a small supply of blood which was placed in a way that would hopefully insulate it enough to not freeze during her stay.
Skarlet would also notice the Varan Ralf Valgard and decided to observe. She remembers seeing this man once before, but hadn't formally met. If he looked over and saw her, would he know who she was?
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jan 17, 2021 18:59:30 GMT -8
The arrivals to the docks would find it a rather quiet place, and understandably so. Between the wind, ocean spray, and overall chilling temperature, it wouldn't be much of a surprise to find that most preferred the relative warmth and comfort of the city proper. Those that remained on the docks huddled under tarps, passing the time with an assortment of games and conversation.
Yet the docks weren't always such, and each new vessel brought with it a momentary spring of life. Mineraali shrugged off accumulated snow as they moved to pull ships closer, and games were put on hold as men got up to finish the job of securing the ships. They moved together with practiced and efficient movements, no doubt learned out of a desire to minimize the time they remained exposed to the elements. When they were done with their work, they unceremoniously returned to their makeshift shelters and ongoing games.
As the visitors disembarked their ships, they weren't met with much of a greeting. The closest there was to one was the dock official coming out to ensure everything was in order, before hurrying back to the warmth of the office. The light leaking out of the city entrance was far more inviting than anything outside, and inside there was more than enough to provide a weary traveler with whatever he or she may need to recover from the journey north.
However there was a strange exception to the rule. As the guests disembarked from each of their respective ships, they'd see a stout man, enveloped in a thick fur coat, bustling about with a small, jingling bag held aloft. His shouts — although they sounded more like pleas — pierced the quiet and easily reached the ears of the newest arrivals.
"Help wanted in Eldavél with a hefty reward! Newly discovered ruins! Plenty to explore and plenty of gold to be made!"
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Veranthynne
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 19
Physical Description: The first thing one might notice about her is the dark hair that flows down her back. A beauty, the girl stands at a tall, willowy height, her forms swathed in robes to hide her thin figure. She has an oval shaped face with dark eyes, an aristocratic nose, and rosebud lips.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears robes of a novice mage in purple. She carries a jeweled dagger for her protection, and the various tools needed for traveling such as rope and grappling hooks. In her bag of holding are things like spell books and personal affects.
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Registered: Dec 15, 2020 8:33:15 GMT -8
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Post by Veranthynne on Jan 20, 2021 7:17:13 GMT -8
Her eyes widened at the sight of the Northman who dwarfed her even as tall as she was. As he began to talk to her, she listened intently and then replied, "Well met... I am Veranthynne." She gave a light bow before glancing around again. Her voice was soft and well refined, marking her as someone educated and of noble birth. Her eyes settled upon the woman as she approached, but that one did not speak yet. Vera gave another slight bow and opened her mouth to speak.
However, it closed fast when the sound of the announcement could be heard. Aha, she wasn't too late after all! She was pleased.
She nodded to the big man then and said, "If you would have me as an ally, then yes." She was assuming at that point that he was there for the adventure too.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jan 21, 2021 7:49:14 GMT -8
"Very nice to meet you, Veranthynne," Ralf replied happily. Skarlet approached shortly after and Ralf folded his arms he tried to remember where he had seen her. But before he could begin talking to her the crier arrived and delivered his message. When he was finished Ralf nodded, "sounds promising." He turned to Veranthynne, "an ally I shall have then," he agreed. Then, turning to Skarlet he would say "I feel as though we may have encountered one another before. I am Ralf. This is Veranthynne. I don't know your business in Hafnarhofn, but if you're looking for work I think we would make a great trio."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 21, 2021 14:05:24 GMT -8
"Enchante, I am Skarlet." Skarlet stepped closer once she was noticed and held out a gloved hand. "We've never spoken, but I've seen you in Isra's central Plaza. You're one of the Varans."
She greeted Veranthynne as well after Ralf. With the lack of Sun at the moment Skarlet could afford to present herself without being in the shadows or wearing a hood. Her skin was alabaster and she had crimson colored eyes, an unusual girl, perhaps she was one of those albinos.
"I accept the invitation to join. What is this about ruins?"
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jan 28, 2021 11:05:53 GMT -8
While the recent arrivals became acquainted, the stout, shouting man meanders through the arriving crowd attempting to gather the attention of someone, anyone, who may help his cause. He wandered about the docks, earning curt dismissals from those less than interested and half amused glances from the present workers. Finding his methods lacking, and perhaps beginning to feel the cold through his coat, the man switched tactics. He gave a furtive glance around, setting his sights on Ralf Valgard as the most prominent of the new arrivals.
"You!" He shouts, pointing at Ralf as he saunters his way over. "You seem to be a man well equipped for dealing with the unknown. Would you and your compatriots be interested in exploring some newly unearthed ruins? I can assure you that it'll be well worth your while."
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Jan 29, 2021 1:41:10 GMT -8
Ralf grinned as the man approached and directly probed his interest. "I would be delighted," came his reply. He then exchanged looks with Skarlet and Veranthynne who seemed to be on board as well. Ralf felt more than comfortable diving into the adventure, especially with his new allies, but he wanted to know as much as he could before going in. "Show us the way to your nearest mead hall, my friend, and tell us more, perhaps. I could use some rest after all, and we should fill our stomachs before embarking on the quest."
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