Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 19, 2019 12:02:19 GMT -8
"And I'll be there in case you choke on your own ego," Bria muttered after the sheriff started speaking. He could already tell this was going to be a miserable experience, in between protecting the girl from Feron and the mission itself. No matter. At least the pay was alright. 10 gold wasn't much for Bria, considering his background, but it wasn't like he had access to his family's money anymore. Could at least feed him and Sasha for a while.
So, they were off. At least, Bria thought they were. As he started to walk, he felt a tug on his robes and turned to face the girl behind him. Gwyneth, was it? Either way, he listened to her stuttered apology and explanation. Poor girl. In between himself and the hunter, no wonder she was a nervous wreck. He coughed awkwardly before speaking, a blush forming on his cheeks. He wasn't very good at this sort of thing.
"It's fine," he said nonchalantly, "I just didn't want to watch you get uhm, harassed the entire time." He prayed this wouldn't be interpreted as interest.
"As for the reaction, that's rather normal for me, don't worry. Most people seem to be able to tell something's off. I hope I didn't corrupt any of your materials." He seemed offended at the choice of words, not that he was surprised by it. He was corrupted, perhaps in the truest sense of the word, but it never stung any less to have someone tell him that.
"We should head out. We don't want Feron thinking that we're ditching him. The last thing I want is that bastard getting mad at us."
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 20, 2019 4:34:33 GMT -8
"Coming along, little dove?" Feron asked with a debonair smile to Khateera as he approached the saddle bags on his own horse and began to gear up for the forest. He was not focused on Bria and Gwyneth's conversation. "Don't worry, I know these lands well and I'll protect you from any feral beast in the woods."
With his gear ready, he turned to the quietly conversing twosome and once more took in Bria's dark airs and Gwyneth's ethereal ones. What an odd pair they made. Surely there was nothing romantic between them? Not that Feron cared, a woman already in a relationship was perfect for Feron -- it meant he didn't have to commit, he could just dine on his favorite fruit; forbidden ones.
"Don't dawdle, Bria," Feron grinned, making his handsome face even more handsome. He did cut a very dashing figure, with a well sculpted body that probably could fulfill it's physical promise.
Without further ado, he led them across the bridge without glancing down at the water. For anyone else who did, they'd notice that the icy sludge that had been at the banks had begun to slowly crystalize again with renewed Frost, and little pieces of thin ice were sailing down the river.
Feron was whistling. "This way, he called and headed into the forest.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 20, 2019 8:31:14 GMT -8
Khateera chuckled at being called a little dove. "I am, yes. But I can take care of myself. She spun her staff and returned it to her hand, using it as a walking stick.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 21, 2019 14:38:20 GMT -8
Bria hated two things: Men that were more handsome than him, and dickheads. Well, he hated more things than that, but those were the main things that were bothering him at the moment. Feron fit into both categories, and it was already starting to grate on his nerves. Don't dawdle, fuck off you insufferable-
Bria took a deep breath, a puff of smoke coming out as he exhaled. He couldn't start getting mad yet, he was in the middle of town. Didn't want these backwoods idiots getting mad at him. "Let's go then, Gwyn," Bria said, "I'll keep you safe." He seemed genuine as he said that, an odd thing for Bria. Sasha let out a whistle from her position on Bria's shoulder, staring at Gwyn. The bird seemed interested in her, for whatever reason. Bria didn't notice, starting to walk to follow Feron.
He saw this new woman, tilting his head. Where the hell did she come from? Not that it mattered, the more the merrier on something like this, but he didn't remember seeing her. Perhaps he needed to sleep. He didn't remember the last time he had a good rest. No matter, he thought, I'll find an inn in town after this. Assuming I'm still alive. Quite the bold assumption to make, these days.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jun 21, 2019 15:06:42 GMT -8
Gwyn grimaced harder, visibly withering in place as he emphasized the word 'corrupted'. She really hadn't meant for it to come out that way, especially when he was being so kind. She bit her lip to slowly bolster her nerve but by the time she had puffed up her chest enough, Feron interrupted her. She withered again visibly before she started after Bria. Why humans were so complex and confusing- she'd never understand. Somehow the fae were easier to follow, even with their riddles.
She took a few breaths as she followed at his side. It warmed her heart that he offered to protect her again and she took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Maybe it was their increasing proximity to the forest and their distance from the town but she got her nerve back again.
"I-I... I will p-protect you too. I uhm... W-Was raised... b-by the forest. S-So I... I know my way around well. A-And the spirits of the f-forest are my friends." She swallowed before looking up at him again, her hands still shaking on her staff a bit. "A-And that... That was wrong of me to say. I'm sorry I did. M-Material is j-just material. People are... different." She said shrinking again a bit, as if prepared for him to laugh at her. "I just... want you to know I am sorry... A-And I c-can.. I can help you with... your wound... i-if you would allow me to."
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 22, 2019 16:03:58 GMT -8
Khateera studied Gwyneth. She approached the girl curiously. "Hey, is something wrong? No offense, you just sound... anxious." Khateera said, gentlt and kindly. "There's nothing to worry about, if you are nervous. This should just be a walk in the woods. Literally." The elf offered a smile.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 26, 2019 11:43:15 GMT -8
"Raised by the forest? Well, that's useful," Bria said, frowning at the way she still seemed to tremble. Oh, she thought he was upset. Admittedly, he was, but he couldn't stay offended too long. He waved a hand.
"It's fine, really. I understand that I have an uh, aura about me." At the mention of the scar though, he seemed to actually get angry, about to snap something out before he leaned back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. She meant nothing by it, he knew, but the fact that she could see under the mask would be a little bit awkward. It took him a moment before he spoke again.
"It's fine. I keep it for a reason, but I... appreciate the offer." He didn't, but he tried to smile to seem like he wasn't as uncomfortable as he was. He needed to keep that scar for a multitude of reasons. For one, it was a reminder of what he had lost, and what he had to gain. Two, he knew he'd feel strange without the mask. Wouldn't be himself.
"I think we should keep going," he said, turning to walk away. The other woman seemed to start talking to Gwyneth, but Bria paid no mind. He had places to be.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jun 26, 2019 16:17:23 GMT -8
Gwyneth shrunk even more as Bria turned away, stopping for a moment to let him walk away and put some distance between them. His words hadn't been angry, but she sensed she'd done more harm than good. She let out just the softest sigh, feeling rather embarrassed and miserable at her failings at human interaction yet again before she realized that there was someone else attempting to talk to her. She tuned back in as she asked after her state and closed her eyes as she focused herself. This, was not a human. And it was not a man. She could attempt to talk to her normally. Though attempt was the operative word.
"Ah... T-Thank you for the concern but I am.. okay. " She said- thankfully her voice stopped tremoring. She just sounded tired and a touch sad. "The mission does not concern me. And the forest by no means concerns me. I just... am not the most comfortable outside of the woods. Or interacting with humans. Or... with much of anyone but the denizens of the forest." Gwyneth gave a small sigh as she looked at Bria's back as the entered the woods. It was like energy resurged into her and she gave a small sigh of relief once they were back under the canopy of the trees. The golden stone in her staff pulsed slightly as the runes on her body flashed a deep green and a sudden wind swept through the forest making it seem like the leaves were whispering. Gwyneth gave a small sigh, tilted her head with a smile, listening before she whispered something back in that wasn't audible and she pulled her hood back up. Suddenly it was much harder to see her with the mottled cloak.
"I'd just like to figure out what is happening quickly so the forest will be at peace again." She said to the woman looking at her quickly before she started forward again, quickly getting back in pace with the others.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 27, 2019 8:36:48 GMT -8
Khateera nodded in response to Gwyneth. "I think I understand." She replied sympathetically. She watched as Gwyneth nearly disappeared, before jogging to catch up witht the rest of the group. "So do you guys know where to look, what to look for? I mean, are we looking for a big bad ice monster, or could it be something else?" She peered enthusiastically at Bria and Feron, excited to join the adventure. "I could do a tracking spell, if we need one. I think I remember how."
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 27, 2019 20:02:08 GMT -8
"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" said Feron suddenly, as they had all walked about 30, 40 feet into the woods after crossing the bridge. Feron pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it into his well-made bow. He glanced behind him at Bria and Gwyneth and Khateera Oh my and then up ahead. "Do you smell that?"
A few paces further into the forest, and they came upon a black berry bush. Frost had struck upon some leaves and some branches in an area where berries had clearly been plucked. Whatever had caused this frost had a frosty touch. "The beast has come down from the mountain... and is closer than we realize!"
He spotted another tree branch, low, that had been "pushed" out of the way by whoever controlled the frost, and gestured for the group to follow as they went deeper into the light, spacious, beautiful woods, where a princess might frolic and speak to the animals, but where Feron was stalking like a man about some serious business.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jul 1, 2019 10:27:10 GMT -8
Bria paused as soon as Feron started shushing him, glaring over. If looks could kill, Bria would still try to strangle Feron to death. "I don't smell anything," Bria muttered, but followed, keeping a close eye on the bow. Hopefully, Feron knew how to use that thing.
When they approached the berry bush, Bria came to the same conclusion. The creature was worryingly close, and they might have to fight. In his left hand, a bolt of dark-purple energy started to form. He didn't like using his magic around people like this, but he wouldn't have a choice. Better than dying because he wanted to be subtle. He'd have to get a weapon soon, he noted.
Still, the damage wasn't much damage at all. "I don't think this is a beast," Bria started. The touches on the berry bush looked light like someone had plucked berries from them. Not very beast like.
"I think we should be a bit more careful," Bria started, realizing that Feron was probably not listening. "I worry that whatever this is, it might be more intelligent than we thought."
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jul 1, 2019 14:39:04 GMT -8
"Nonsense," Feron said almost immediately over Bria as they walked deeper and deeper into the forest, where it was becoming colder and colder. The trees seemed uncomfortable, and certainly the birds, bees, and other little creatures that made their homes in the forest weren't enjoying the cold either. And yet, none of them were necessarily running away.
"I am sure it is a terrible beast. Only a terrible beast could have the power to freeze the entire river," Feron said, quickly followed with, "SHHHHHHH." He paused. All was quiet. "Do you hear that?" Feron asked loudly, his whisper almost the same as the average speaking voice. "Exactly," the lord went on to say before anyone could respond.
"The demon lurks closer...." And Feron led the party even deeper into the woods, where it was darker from the shade of the cliffside, and where the roar of the waterfall came closer with every step they took.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jul 1, 2019 15:41:34 GMT -8
Khateera chuckled quietly, shaking her head. She heard nothing but the rushing of the waterfal, Feron's whispering, and the group's footsteps. Nevertheless, she held her staff out in front of her. She continued walking with the group, following Bria. He seemed like an accomplished mage... Maybe she could watch him and learn some new magic, or something of the sort. As an afterthought, she brought out a leaf of parchment and a quill, just in case she needed it. She gripped the writing utensils in her left hand, and her staff in her right hand.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jul 1, 2019 17:54:21 GMT -8
Gwyneth had come to much the same conclusion as Bria had, though she didn't bother to voice it to the pompous man in front. She knew beasts and she knew them well, there was no beast she knew of that could be so gentle in their touch and without making such deep impressions otherwise in the woods. She pressed her lips together as she strayed slightly from their group, going largely unnoticed as she crouched down, pulling a vial from her hip and pouring out a nutty paste onto her fingertips. Within moments a little chipmunks scurried over to her, a bit of frost on his head. She dusted it from his crown as he took a nibble at her fingers to get at the treat she'd given him.
She let him eat for a moment before whispering to him softly, asking what was it that he'd seen pass through and done this. The chipmunk merely ate for a bit before it looked up at her. It's nose gave a little twitch as the intelligent black eyes stared at her before off he went again, darting off into the underbrush.
If anything that left Gwyneth even more confused. That made no sense. Sometimes you'd get a sassy chipmunk or two, but that one was of a rather pleasant disposition. He didn't seem like he'd just eat and run without...
Gwyneth froze as she slowly processed, and her eyes widened slowly and abruptly she stood up her hood flaring as she jumped to her feet. "You all need to put your weapons down. M-Mr. Bria is right- it's not a beast at all. And if they see us armed, that will only make matters w-worse. " She somehow managed to get the words out, miraculously with minimal stammering. The situation was a sensitive one, and now could become quite serious.
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jul 9, 2019 10:20:38 GMT -8
The stammering little forest chit was right, and would know it as soon as she heard a silky smooth voice from behind them, a voice edged with frosty lace.
"Is that silly little sword meant for me?" Neia, the Frost Queen, the Mistress of Winter, said from where she walked from the darkness, the temperature around them dropping as ice crept as quickly as striking vipers from where her gown brushed across the loam of the forest floor, slithering up trees and over bushes and frosting blossoming flowers so they'd never lose their shape or color.
Neia was beautiful. It was hard not to look at her. She didn't have the classic beauty that one attributed to humans -- her cheekbones were perhaps too high, her lips too full, but there was an enchantment, a cool magic about her that captured gazes and held them at her mercy. She smiled, and it was a gorgeous, cruel thing, and having caught this woefully unprepared adventuring party unaware, she flung out her hand to teach them a lesson when--
Only little snowflakes danced from her fingers. She blinked, her brows coming together in consternation, and flung out her hand again. Once more, snowflakes twinkled as if mocking her, and she noticed that the growing carpet of snow stopped a good foot away from frosting any of the boots of the adventurers.
"What! is happening?" Neia asked rhetorically as she threw out both of her hands but couldn't freeze any of the idiot mortals in front of her.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jul 9, 2019 11:38:06 GMT -8
Bria turned as soon as he heard the voice, ready to throw out the magic bolt that he had been charging in his hand. The air was downright frigid now. Despite the thick robes, it seemed that the cold had sunk well past the fabric and into his skin, surrounding his bones in a harsh chill. Not that he took the cold well anyways, but this was a bit much.
Still. He found himself staring at a woman at some sort. Something about her seemed decidedly wrong to Bria, inhuman, but he acknowledged that a straight man would probably find her attractive. Bria didn't see any of that beauty, though. He saw an enemy, one he intended to destroy, and when she started to attack, he threw out the bolt and...
He missed. So surprised by the lack of an actual attack, the bolt hit a tree next to them, chunks of wood exploding. The woman had clearly tried to attack, and just couldn't. He couldn't hide his smile at her genuine surprise and anger, and before long, he was quietly laughing. A strange sound to anyone that knew Bria, but he couldn't help it. Of course. The townfolks were so incompetent that they couldn't even deal with a frost mage that couldn't use magic.
It took him a moment to speak. "O-oh dear," he said, wiping his eyes. "Uhm, I assume you're the... the monster that lives above the waterfall?" He kept interrupting himself with snickering, finding far too much joy in this situation.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jul 9, 2019 13:31:47 GMT -8
Khateera watched Neia try and fail to freeze them, her face growing into a smile. "This? is the monster? She can't even freeze us!" She exclaimed to the group. The young elf turned her head towards Neia again, tilting her head curiously. "Should we take her in, or....?" She asked the group at large.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Jul 13, 2019 11:06:00 GMT -8
Gwyneth was the only one in the group who didn't appear to find this situation very funny. Largely due to the fact that she was probably the closest in kin to the woman. And she also knew, though she may not be able to do anything directly harmful, a fae was nothing if not cunning and there was always a chance to do something far worse indirectly.
"I suggest... we all c-calm down a bit. Set down our weapons and try to... talk about this in a civil manner. No one needs to be hurt or 't-taken in' as you say." Gwyneth said as she gripped her staff, the crystal atop the twisted wood glowing in a soothing manner, getting between the humans and the fae. The trees around them swayed lowly and almost appeared to be bowing down. Gwyneth was prepared to erect a physical separation between the two if needed. Knowing the actual threat could be reasoned with, it made her want to avoid confrontation even more.
She turned back to the fae, clearly nervous as she lowered her hood, showing her pointed ears and the runes that adorned her face and neck. Though they looked like confusing yet pretty scrawls to anyone else the fae should be able to actually make them out as they were a derivative of the ancient language. "C-Could we just have your ear a moment m-my lady."
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Aug 5, 2019 10:22:23 GMT -8
Feron, if anything, looked utterly confused. The woman was beautiful, so his instinct was to flirt, but she was trying to hurt them, so his other instinct was to smack. He stood there, no doubt looking like a moron as Bria burst into laughter, Khateera smiled boldly, Gwyneth seemed nervous and Neia--
-- well, he'd just looked at Neia again, and in a fit of rage she slammed her foot down onto the ground and ice in large shards went spiking up from the ground, easily impaling a tree and causing the earth beneath all of their feet to tremble -- but then relax again.
"How dare you laugh at me," Neia said, the air getting so cold now that everyone there could see their breaths in the air. She threw her hand out with the intent of freezing all of them into icy statues -- but once more, nothing happened. The holly crown in her golden-brown strands of hair trembled with the High Fae's fury.
"Why is this happening? I am free of that awful ring -- I should be able to destroy your worthless little lives like so much as--" Neia snapped her fingers and frost exploded, coating leaves and branches and making one too-slow bird come crashing down as it began to snow -- but only in the area where all of them stood.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Aug 19, 2019 12:04:16 GMT -8
It took Bria a moment to stop laughing, even despite the shaking of the earth beneath him. He eventually stood up straight and wiped a tear from the side of his face, letting out a few loose chuckles before composing himself again, straightening his robes.
“Ah right, yes, sorry. I just uh. You seem quite powerful, actually,” Bria pointed out, motioning to the air around them. “It’s just uhm. Can you not hurt us?” He’d heard of things like that before. Curses and the like could do the trick, or perhaps this woman was all bark and no bite. Er, all bark and no frostbite? The snow around them was thick and frigid, and Bria was thankful for his robes.
“Right, right, sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. I’m Bria Hornraven. You are?”
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