Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 19, 2020 18:58:01 GMT -8
"Mmmm, one could say that. I lived here as a child," she answered. It was the truth, at least. She did live in Vessia many years ago. "My... parents liked to travel around. When they died I decided to take off for a while. See the world."
It just wasn't the entire truth.
"It's why I don't have much of an accent anymore."
She backtracked to a stall, having nearly swept right by it. Ah, there they were! Just when she'd thought Vessia was going to snub her. She picked up one of the gems, asking for the prices, the difference in quality, all the important things.
"What about yourselves? At least one of you doesn't look like you're from around here. I wonder which one." She popped them a sarcastic little smile.
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Minerva
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Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Jan 21, 2020 13:56:51 GMT -8
Minerva looked at her amusingly. "Depends, we've both been on the road for far too long that we don't really seem like we're from anywhere. I was raised in Vessia, just not from these parts. So Kasimir what interested you in helping us?" If Minerva were in her shoes, she would've declined. To go out in a cave with two unfamiliar people who experienced in butchering all sorts of monstrosities, seemed awfully terrifying knowing they could easily turn their skills to Minerva. Kasimir, however, has exactly what Angelo and Minerva needed. A alliance built on utility isn't the most stable but it is an alliance nonetheless.
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Angelo Costello
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Monster Hunter
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean Angelo has brown hair and eyes to match, giving him a bearish appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Angelo carries a large zweihander - or two-handed sword. He also carries a small targe strapped to his left arm for additional protection, and two small hand crossbows.
He wears an assortment of cloth and leather pieces of clothing, with a steel cuirass to protect his torso. Finally, a rugged brown cloak hangs over his person.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Angelo Costello on Jan 24, 2020 21:34:13 GMT -8
"I was raised on the outskirts of Augustgrad," Angelo chimed in as he held up a gemstone and examined it. Curious, he thought. He was not too keen on the use of magic. As it to reinforce that idea he continued: "brought up along the edge of the wood. We hunted game to keep the family fed and warm. Sold what excess we had to passing travelers. But the forest held more than just wild game." Angelo carefully placed the gem back down. "Witches, hags, and other manner of unruly creatures. Might be what made me a monster hunter, eh?"
Fortunately for Kasimir, since gems were so common in the Bergland, there was a markdown compared to prices outside the city and beyond. And most of these were of decent quality, having been extracted from nearby mines by the naturally-experienced Bergland miners. The particular merchant that Kasimir managed to find knew that passing travelers often used such items in the caves throughout the mountainous terrain around Augendorf, and he sold an array of gems of varying colors, tones, and brightness.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 25, 2020 20:02:51 GMT -8
Hmm. Why. Why, indeed? This was a much easier question than the previous one. She could answer it with complete honesty, unlike the last.
"Well, I'm never comfortable unless I'm getting something done and one of the things I'm best at is adventuring and slaying monsters, so when I heard that you both were doing exactly that... well, how could I pass up the opportunity?" She also knew it was a chance to get out of the public eye. That reason wasn't as important, or so she told herself. "It's been a while since I've been to these caves. It'll be a little nostalgic."
The warrior scrutinized the gems and widened her eyes at how good the price and quality was. She bought three readily, knowing they would last her for a while even beyond this quest. Stuffing them in her bag, she went from vendor to vendor, buying a few other supplies: the charcoal, some rope, a vambrace to replace the one she lost in the swamp on her return to Vessia.
As she shopped and made small talk with her fellow quest mates, she noticed how stiff she was compared to her usual self. She paused mid-stride and frowned. That wasn't fair to them. If they were going to do something as dangerous as the caves, possibly getting killed, they should at least know they could trust their fellow comrade.
She turned back to them with a smile, and while it didn't have the same charm, it did look more natural. "Did I ever tell you about the time I got cursed by a bog witch?" she began, relating to Angelo's bit. "I had to find a virgin woman to bathe me in well water while I looked like a hunched back mud creature."
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Minerva
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Jan 28, 2020 13:41:07 GMT -8
"that's quite the story you got there. A bog witch eh? Seems we all have some wild stories. I would hate being a mud creature, I can't stand being that dirty and icky. I hope you found that woman quickly." Minerva couldn't even begin imagining a situation like that. How odd it is that she's a monster hunter and hated getting dirty especially with anything sticky.
"Where we were before we got here was quite the story. I ended up getting a new chair and lets just say the lord of that area had an early retirement"
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Angelo Costello
Established
Monster Hunter
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean Angelo has brown hair and eyes to match, giving him a bearish appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Angelo carries a large zweihander - or two-handed sword. He also carries a small targe strapped to his left arm for additional protection, and two small hand crossbows.
He wears an assortment of cloth and leather pieces of clothing, with a steel cuirass to protect his torso. Finally, a rugged brown cloak hangs over his person.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Angelo Costello on Feb 1, 2020 5:42:37 GMT -8
"Ugh," Angelo gruffed in disgust, "bog witches!" He had a few run-ins with them himself - none of them particularly satisfying. He then laughed at Minerva's comment, "it never ceases to amaze me that a lady who is averse to griminess finds herself in the monster hunting business." He grinned at her then shrugged, "but you get by anyway."
Costello glanced up at the sky and saw that it was mid-day. If they left the city now then perhaps they would make it to their destination by the evening. "Are we all ready?" he asked the group. Assuming they were, he led them to the gates. The guards were less concerned about folks exiting Augendorf than they were about those entering. But the guards had turned about and ordered everyone to step aside, pushing them back forcefully if they did not give way soon enough.
"Make way, make way!" they hollered. An avenue was created and an armed escort passed through. It was Count Elric, fresh from his victory over the greenskins in the south. He was covered in dirt and grime from the road, but the citizens acknowledged him anyway and cheered at his arrival. He waved and smiled at them, but determinedly led his Berglander soldiers towards the castle at the center of the city.
Angelo smiled and nodded in the Count's direction when he looked their way. He commented "Count Elric is a good lad. But if the rumors of his affliction are true, he will never live up to his father."
Once the celebration was over the guards moved aside and let the folk go about their business. Angelo led the trio outside the gates and around the corner where they could retrieve their horses. Angelo had a large, dark brown mare that he called Señora. After mounting their bestial comrade's the trio trotted along an old farmer's road into the mountains.
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Minerva
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Feb 3, 2020 21:10:38 GMT -8
Minerva chatted with the other two as they rode up to the mountains casually commenting on how Count Elric has seen better days. Though Minerva never cared much for the count she often did wish for his wellbeing. The count still keeps going even at his current state and for that Minerva finds admirable. Minerva patted her caramel-colored stead Buttercup as the sun start falling behind the horizon.
Minerva decided to entertain the two with a story of her own. She tells them of the reason why she learned how to use the whip. As a teenage child, she wanted to learn how to be able to make people's pants fall down. She thought it was funny at the time and also there wasn't much entertainment for her. Her parents were always working trying to make ends meet. She heard that if you get good enough at using the whip you can snap apart someone belt buckle causing their pants to fall. So Minerva made her own whip and practiced. Luckily she has mastered the art of snapping people's belt buckles today but hasn't broken any belt buckles in years. Minerva thinks to herself, maybe it would be funny to break Angelo's belt buckle seeing as they are pretty chummy but then again he can dish out some serious damage with that sword.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 5, 2020 13:17:27 GMT -8
"The worst part was getting turned away from other travelers, to be quite honest. Also having my spine bent over so far I was a hunchback," she regaled them, remembering the pain of having her body transformed, bone by bone. It put a small sneer on her face just before the Count came rolling through. Her eyes lifted to watch him, trotting on his horse towards his castle with a nobleman's greeting. She had heard of him, growing up. From what Angelo said, it seemed that he had not recovered his health.
He put up a good facade.
"I'm all ready," she said to him, moving on from the Count. He wasn't her business anyway. After all, she wasn't a true Vessian, not anymore. She hopped on her horse and rode along with them, toward the caves.
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Angelo Costello
Established
Monster Hunter
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean Angelo has brown hair and eyes to match, giving him a bearish appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Angelo carries a large zweihander - or two-handed sword. He also carries a small targe strapped to his left arm for additional protection, and two small hand crossbows.
He wears an assortment of cloth and leather pieces of clothing, with a steel cuirass to protect his torso. Finally, a rugged brown cloak hangs over his person.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Angelo Costello on Feb 6, 2020 9:10:08 GMT -8
It took a few short hours to make it to the destination. The roads were safe so there was no need for hesitation. Angelo held up a hand and offered to lead. To this signal he hoped his comrades would heed.
"We're here to assist with the trouble your farm has suffered," he told the lady. Her reply was honest and not very shady.
Agnes owned a farmstead, and offered to each a bed in the shed to which she led. "You may rest until morning," she said. "And my farmhands will ensure you are fed."
"And what can you can tell us about the beast?" Angelo piqued. Then Agnes turned and spoke with mystique:
"Terrible, and thrashing, but tantalizing to boot! Tenacious and thrilling, at times timid and tiny! Torturous, tremendous, troublesome brute! Pacing and prominent, proficient embodiment! Putrefied penis for prostitutes too!"
With squinted eyes Costello responded "a shapeshifter?"
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Minerva
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Feb 6, 2020 13:05:05 GMT -8
Minerva wrinkles her nose at the mixed matched description. "thank you for your generosity, the description you told us is do you see it large of tiny most often and is there a certain time of day you see it?" Minerva hasn't dealt with anything that could change form. This may be more tricky than they thought but getting a good night's sleep might help clear her head. Minerva looked around the shed, it had a very cozy feeling. Having all three beds in such a little room feels like having a childish slumber party.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 7, 2020 17:21:13 GMT -8
When Angelo let out his alliterated description, Kasimir frowned.
"Are you ill?" she asked bluntly. "Did this beast curse you or did it just slam your head into a wall?"
Fearing any warning glances from her companions, she shrugged defensively. They were all as confused as the next traveler after gibberish like that! Nevertheless, she kept speaking.
"Might... you know of anyone who saw where it went if you did not?"
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Angelo Costello
Established
Monster Hunter
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean Angelo has brown hair and eyes to match, giving him a bearish appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Angelo carries a large zweihander - or two-handed sword. He also carries a small targe strapped to his left arm for additional protection, and two small hand crossbows.
He wears an assortment of cloth and leather pieces of clothing, with a steel cuirass to protect his torso. Finally, a rugged brown cloak hangs over his person.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Angelo Costello on Feb 11, 2020 10:06:21 GMT -8
Agnes was, strangely uninterested in the subject. Nevertheless she dutifully replied. "I've seen it... and lived. But only because I know these mountains and I was smart enough not to take a closer look. As for where it went... hmm, I can't say for sure. But I do know there are two caves in the area that it was spotted. One of them was inhabited by the mountain-folk, before Count Richter* slaughtered them all. The other is, or rather was, a bear cave. Sheila, the folk the old bear. Ain't seen her in months since the creature appeared. I'm afeared she's another victim."
To Minerva's pleasure, she would be happy to know that the beds - cots, rather - were on the upper floor of the barn. Heat rises, and so the livestock below kept the second story of the barn rather cozy, if a bit smelly. They were often used by travelers who sought rest and respite at Agnes' farm, though the host made sure to keep them clean.
Hands on her hip, the rigid Agnes huffed and puffed: "anythin' else I can tell ya?"
*Count Richter was the former Count of the Bergland. After his death his son, Count Elric, took charge. Count Richter issued an edict that ordered the systematic annihilation of the the Bergland's native 'mountain-folk'. Thought to be extinct, these indigenous people have actually become recluses and refrained from harassing Imperial interests.
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Minerva
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Feb 11, 2020 11:29:19 GMT -8
Minerva looked at her companions before looking back at the woman. It seems the woman has already given them a bit of information. If they needed anymore they could ask her when the sun rose again. It was getting pretty late and Minerva wouldn't want the kind stranger to lose sleep because of them. Minerva was glad she brought her night gown to change into as wearing day clothes covered in the sweat of her recent journeys are a big uncomfortable to sleep in. As much as she wished for a shower, having a comfortable bed was good enough already.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 11, 2020 16:06:51 GMT -8
"Ah," Kasimir began enthusiastically. "So this beast has enough balls to face a bear. Fantastic. Very excited to meet it in person." Her wry smile said the rest. "I think that's all we need to know for now. It's more ferocious than a bear and is taking cover in the caves. What say you, Angelo?" she asked, slipping off of her horse.
When all died down, she followed Minerva's example but took a good look at her equipment before bed. She insisted on staying awake a while longer, feeling that if the creature had been skulking around, then they could easily be caught unawares.
"What happens if it visits here tonight?" she told them. "We'd be fucked, to put it simply."
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Angelo Costello
Established
Monster Hunter
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean Angelo has brown hair and eyes to match, giving him a bearish appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Angelo carries a large zweihander - or two-handed sword. He also carries a small targe strapped to his left arm for additional protection, and two small hand crossbows.
He wears an assortment of cloth and leather pieces of clothing, with a steel cuirass to protect his torso. Finally, a rugged brown cloak hangs over his person.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Angelo Costello on Feb 19, 2020 11:53:23 GMT -8
Angelo liked to keep his equipment in top condition, and so took this time to oil his sword. "Fucked?" he responded to Kasimir. "Maybe. But he'd be saving us a lot of work," he joked. Ironic when monster hunters became the hunted - but also convenient.
Costello had traveled to many places and slept on everything from silk sheets to rocky outcroppings. He had a strange knack for being able to fall asleep practically anywhere he wanted to. The environment they were sheltered in was nothing new - and he was dozing off within minutes of lying down. As usual, he kept his weapon close by and one hand on the grip.
The night was wrought with a terrible rainstorm. The torrential downpour breached the ceiling of the barn in some places, but the trio was lucky that the leaks were nowhere close to where they slept. The thunder boomed through the mountainpass as lightning ripped across the night sky. Angelo slept through every bit of it.
The storm had moved on come morning but grey clouds still hung above and even concealed the rising sun. A miserable drizzle was all that remained of the night's weather. When Angelo awoke and peeked out of the upper barn doors he noticed a heavy fog that restricted eyesight.
"Perfect weather to hunt monsters in," he joked sarcastically.
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Minerva
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 26
Physical Description: They call her the queen of beasts for she has hunted everything and anything that she has her sights on. She relies on her swift movements and her sharp whip. There is nothing that she can't takedown. She stands just short of 5'6 but her attitude makes up for her height. Her hair cut short to avoid getting caught.
Clothes and Equipment: She often wears a silk dress with a pair of cloth shorts underneath to avoid revealing anything for wanting a peek. She adorns her dress with furs and parts of other animals acting as a sort of trophy.
Registered: Dec 9, 2019 9:16:23 GMT -8
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Post by Minerva on Feb 19, 2020 21:53:26 GMT -8
Before the lot went to bed Minerva remembered to change into her nightgown. It's awfully uncomfortable to always wear her equipment to bed so she always packs sleeping clothes. Thankfully the monster didn't bother them while they rested. Sure it might've been easier but Minerva enjoyed a little peace now and again. The woman always wondered how Angelo could fall asleep so quickly. The rain outside slowly lulled her to sleep until morning came. She dreamt of something or perhaps someone but it's best that she not spill the beans about that one.
She patted the side of her bed and was relieved to find her trusty whip. It is time to get changed and start heading out. She found a little hiding place where she could change without her other companions seeing her. The only eyes who peeked was a curious sheep. Well well, mister sheep take a good look because it's the last you'll ever see. She packed away her nightgown and joined the others.
"are you sure we can't spend another day in bed? I think I'm coming down with something" Minerva joked back at Angelo faking a cough. It would be unwise to dilly dally but one can only dream of spending one more day in bed.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 21, 2020 13:12:17 GMT -8
Kasimir's eyes fluttered open when her companions began to stir. She'd dropped asleep sitting up against the wall, her sword and scabbard snug in her arms. With a groan, she rocked forward on her feet and began to braid her hair tightly around her scalp. Very often she was lackadaisy about keeping it loose when she was traveling, but they were fighting now, and she couldn't have the rain pasting her hair into her eyes during battle.
"Who knows? Maybe the monster is curled up in its nest asleep, too," she suggested. "Perfect timing for three adventurers to burst in and murder it, mm?"
She grabbed her pack and began to fasten her armor, though it wasn't a full set, nor did any of it match. Kasimir was a true woman of the road, taking what she could get.
"Shall we get going?"
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Count Elric of Bergland
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"The Unhorsed"
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: The Elector Count of Bergland appears pale white, although not enough to look unhealthy. His eyes match his brown hair, although the latter gives way to his auburn roots.
Elric would stand 6'2, although his usual posture makes him appear shorter than he really is. Once considered strong and healthy, the Count is slowly losing his musculature and otherwise healthy features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elric is typically dressed in the attire of a nobleman, sporting the royal purple colors of his family crest.
Elric is no longer able to wear a full set of steel plate, and must compensate in some areas with lighter armors.
With difficulty, he wields a zweihander.
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Allegiances: Bergland County, Vessia
Player's online availability : Weekends
Registered: May 24, 2019 12:21:27 GMT -8
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Post by Count Elric of Bergland on Jun 7, 2020 9:45:54 GMT -8
Elric’s return to Augendorf had been met with applause and open arms. He had proven to supporters and rivals alike that he was capable of leading a campaign. His victory over the greenskins ensured his name was on the lips of people from every social class. The Divine Empire of Vessia knew without a doubt that Elric was the Count of Bergland, and Elector of Augendorf.
But despite these achievements, Elric still had political rivals. And while the Count had been busy campaigning against the greenskins and politcking in the south those rivals were working to undermine his rule. They sought to deny him his birthright, but they would need to replace him with a candidate the Berglanders would support. That someone was Elric's cousin, Reinhart.
Reinhart may or may not have had ambitions for the Augendorf throne. He had grown up in a fortress city on the edge of the Bergland called Volksburg, having inherited it from his father. He was strong, agile, and skilled with the sword. He had fought the mountain folk for years and defended the countryside from bandits and marauders. He fit the role of the 'warrior-counts' that ruled Augendorf, a role that the disabled Elric could not fulfill.
But Reinhart was merely a figurehead. The truth was that he had been influenced by the poisoned words of Elric's political rivals. Reinhart, being of royal Berglander blood, would give the nobles the credibility and legitimacy they needed to openly oppose the Count's rule. But then the unexpected happened: Reinhart convinced Iosef Lange to support the revolt.
Iosef Lange was Grandmaster of the Paladins of Saint Engels, a knightly order based in Augendorf. He had sworn an oath of loyalty to Elric upon the latter's ascension, but now it was evident he was a fervent supporter of Reinhart. This frightened the nobles who were supposedly pulling Reinhart's strings. Was he really as manipulable as they thought, or was he outplaying them?
Reinhart and the nobles, along with Iosef and the Paladins, plotted a coup to usurp Elric's throne in his absence. But news of the Count's political and military victories in the south spread like wildfire, garnering majority support in the city. To stage a coup would have resulted in a deadly counter-revolt, which would only serve to stain Augendorf with the blood of it's citizens. It was simply too dangerous.
Thus, just as Elric returned, Reinhart and his forces entrenched themselves in Volksburg and other settlements. The Bergland was officially divided: the Bergland Revolt had begun. It was only a matter of time before Elric summoned his own forces to put down these rebels, even if it did grieve him. Reinhart sent word to the Secessionists in the south who were attempting to break away from the Empire. Coincidentally these Secessionists were the same electors who opposed Elric's politicking in Augustgrad. The enemy of an enemy is a friend.
Elric plans to besiege Volksburg, but he does not have the manpower to storm the walls. He has called upon his Imperial allies in the south to assist him in this endeavor. Meanwhile, a Secessionist army moves north to break the coming siege of Volksburg...
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Post by Alphons Morgenstern "the Mad" on Jun 16, 2020 22:34:20 GMT -8
The cards definitely were stacked against the Elector. His enemies sniffed weakness and their scent wasn't unfounded. When compounded with the turmoil of the Empire and the fact that thus few people could offer him any aid it was the perfect time to strike. As a hydra of pre-Angelist myth they struck with many heads in a manner most vicious.
But Elric wasn't entirely friendless. Those owing him a blood oath drew their blades as expected but more were needed. Many wanting the violence to simply stop believed him to be the lesser of evils (given he was defender), while those who saw or heard of his slaughter of the greenskins joined him unsure of if because impressed or fearful. Then there were simply the staunch royalists, one of whom was Alphons Morgenstern.
An old man, he had served dutifully in the Imperial army, meriting in action the position given to him by noble nepotism. He was called the Mad because of the impossibly brave, at times often stupidly agressive maneuvers he would make. Yet the fact he lived to his old age is testament to the fact his command only found success in spite of the insanity of how he did battle.
Returning to the civilian life back in his home Bergland after retiring at fifty-nine much of the Augustgradischer ways had rubbed off on him, but he was nevertheless loyal to his Elector until his last old bone would be dust. Upon hearing of the rebellion he was outraged, and with a mixture of his own funds, charisma, and contacts had mustered a non-insignificant force.
They were a total three-hundred, assembled with three separate and equal in size units. First were the Morgenstern guard, men hired by the family to guard the castle and region around it, as well as being the main force he had in disputed with other nobles. They had heavy plate helmets, gloves, and sabatons, but the rest of the body was covered in a simple uniform rather than any armour; a large shield was supposed to protect that, instead, while short spears equally adeot in dealing with cavalry and infantry were their main arms.
Then came the local lads convinced to come forth. They were mostly huntsmen, lumberjacks, or just thugs with hearts of gold. They all had composite bows and civilian side arms like cleavers, hammers, or just heavy sticks. Rather importantly they jad mounts of ponies, donkeys, and mules; beasts that would go only a few paces faster than a man, rather than tools of real cavalry. But in Berglander tradition they weren't used to actually charge or move about in battle, rather helping men move in and out of positions such that they stay fresh rather than exhausting themselves marching and running.
Finally were the veterans. Old men like Alphons, not one was younger than forty. But they all had served and they all had bits of their pasts to bring along in a motley crew. One fellow boasted full plate armour from head to toe, even if for a weapon he carried an oar for a boat nail hammered into the end. A different one had a heavy windlass crossbow made for piercing armour from his old days that had been converted to shoot stones for hunting rather than bolts for war, but it was a fearsome beast nonetheless. One former Witch Hunter had a rapier he had to combine with a rolling pin rather than han a parrying dagger, while another bugger carried a zweihander with a bucket for helmet and thousands of fishing hooks stuck in a net for improvised chainmail.
With this army of country bumpkins at his side the (in?)famous General rode towards the capital, a tattered old flag of the Empire in one hand and a bugle in the other. He knew at his age his contribution of men would be more valuable than his military wisdom in the eyes of many, but then again he didn't know how many Berglander officers defected to the rebels, and thus how in demand his old-timey strategy would be.
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Count Elric of Bergland
Established
"The Unhorsed"
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: The Elector Count of Bergland appears pale white, although not enough to look unhealthy. His eyes match his brown hair, although the latter gives way to his auburn roots.
Elric would stand 6'2, although his usual posture makes him appear shorter than he really is. Once considered strong and healthy, the Count is slowly losing his musculature and otherwise healthy features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Elric is typically dressed in the attire of a nobleman, sporting the royal purple colors of his family crest.
Elric is no longer able to wear a full set of steel plate, and must compensate in some areas with lighter armors.
With difficulty, he wields a zweihander.
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Allegiances: Bergland County, Vessia
Player's online availability : Weekends
Registered: May 24, 2019 12:21:27 GMT -8
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Post by Count Elric of Bergland on Jun 17, 2020 6:51:38 GMT -8
Augendorf was no stranger to busy chatter as individuals from every social class perused the streets. But the hubbub had been augmented by talk of war. The Count, in wanting to keep order, increased the number of patrols and implemented a curfew. If he was going to defeat Reinhart, Iosef, and their supporters he would need to keep the peace in the city. Most citizens, of course, were loyal, but there would always be dissenters and he refused to leave any room for mistakes.
He had called for an early morning meeting with his advisers to discuss Reinhart’s rebellion. Many of them were in favor of shoring up defenses in Augendorf and waiting for the usurper to make his move. It was a defensive posture, and one the Count did not like. From his perspective it made him look weak.
The truth was that Elric was angry and he wanted to take the fight to Reinhart. His approach was an aggressive one: to besiege, and perhaps storm the walls of Volksburg. But it was risky. Any assault on the walls would result in heavy casualties. Then there was the danger of the secessionists who were coming to Reinhart’s aid. He planned to besiege Volksburg and destroy the secessionist army at the same time. He had already sent word out to the countryside to rally his forces.
The Augendorf court advised against such a risky campaign and an annoyed Elric dismissed them. He decided to pace the high stone walls of his city to catch some fresh air and clear his head. He was accompanied by his aide, Odo. Odo was present during the Elector’s battle against the greenskins in which he lost his left hand, severed by the axe of one of the orkish brutes.
“Well I’ll be….” Odo suddenly said. Elric looked towards him, then followed his gaze to the road outside the city. Alphons Morgenstern and his motley crew were advancing along the path, flying their worn Imperial flag proudly.
The Count was happy to see another band of volunteers coming to his aid, but he did not recognize the fellow right off. “Do you recognize them?” he asked Odo.
Odo chuckled, “Alphons, the madlad,” he answered. If the Count could not identify him by appearance, he could definitely identify him by name. “There are brave men; there are foolish men. Then there’s Alphons Morgenstern,” Odo continued.
“Aye,” Elric nodded. “My father used to speak of him.” Indeed he had. The Berglander was well-known for his aggression in tactics and strategy - exactly the kind of man Elric wanted in this ‘aggressive’ campaign of his. “Let’s head down to the gates to greet him.”
When Alphons finally made it to the gates he would be met by the easily-identifiable Count. “Alphons Morgenstern,” he began. “My father always spoke highly of you. I trust you have come to support the Bergland in these trying times?”
The Count’s eyes drifted to the veterans hobbling behind, his attention specifically aimed towards the bucket-helm.
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