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 Sept 13, 2019 14:44:00 GMT -8
Steihof Manor
Steihof Manor, with its fortifications and high towers, is a bastion of tyranny anchored into a bleak landscape. It is a grim reminder of the midnight aristocracy that lords over these forsaken lands. Dilapidated villages which have not yet fallen into disrepair still host a handful of reluctant cattle, and these serfs - little more than slaves - carry out mundane lives under the thirsty watch of their Vampiric Overlords. Ralf Valgard, otherwise known as the White Wolf, awakes with blurred vision. As his senses come to, he finds himself bound in chains, suspended upside down, within a great feasting hall; somewhere nearby, an individual plays an organ. “What…?” he says to himself, trying to remember how he arrived at such a predicament. The stone walls were a dark grey color; great columns supported the high, arched, glass ceiling overhead. Dull chandeliers hung down from various beams cutting across the ceiling from one column to the next. Dimly-lit torches illuminated the otherwise dark interior. A number of portraits hung on opposite sides of the feasting hall; Ralf observed that the women painted on them were heinously pretty, and the men were darkly handsome. The center of the room was dominated by a long wooden table, upon which a red table cloth was laid, which matched the red rug underneath the table. Various goblets were carefully placed in front of each seat as if a family of nobles were preparing to drink wine. A number of decorative arms and armor were set upon mannequins surrounding the hall. The organ player, whose melody was quite atrocious, was stuck in his own world, oblivious that Ralf had come to. But another figure, who slouched in a nearby chair, lazily glanced in his direction and saw the revelation. “Ah! Our guest has awoken!” A tall, stout creature of the night stood up and began making his way over. He had pale skin reminiscent of the moon’s color, blood-red eyes as red as… blood, and if Ralf was not so dumb he would have known him to be a vampire. The organ player stopped what he was doing and spun around. He was particularly ugly; he had a bald head, one eye was bigger than the other, and he had a hunched-back. A ghoul, or something similar. “Uh-huh, mm, huh-huh,” he responded shrilly. Ralf sighed, “thank the Gods…” The vampire laughed, “you are in chains, my friends, why do you thank the Gods?” “That song...” he responded, “was quite atrocious.” The ghoul growled and made a dash for Ralf, but the vampire raised a hand: “don’t let him get to you, Geoffrey. Your music is lovely, the prisoner only means to anger you.” The vampire shook his head, agreeing that the tune was fairly awful. Nevertheless, the simple-minded Geoffrey was put to ease. “Now…” the vampire began, “you’re probably wondering how you got here.” “Actually,” Ralf replied, peering over at Geoffrey the Ghoul “I was wondering what the hell that thing is. And… and why you have not taken care of your jaundice.” “I do not have jaundice, you wretch! I am a vampire! Now, as for why you are here… it seems the White Wolf went on a little adventure as of late. And when the butchery was done, the White Wolf retreated to a nice little cave within our domain. And it was there one of the peasants found you. He was promptly hanged for violating curfew, but not before alerting us to your presence. “I considered killing you then and there… then draining your blood into our chalices and goblets so that we might consume your very life force. But my wife, or one of them anyway, had quite the idea… what if drank not the blood of Ralf Valium, but the blood of the White Wolf…?” “Haha,” Ralf laughed, “it is Valgard, not Valium. I shall tell you what will happen should you drink the blood of the White Wolf. I have consumed so many barrels of the finest Isran wine that my blood has been replaced with alcohol, and you will fall over drunk on your first sip.” The vampire squinted, unsure of what to say next. He shook his head, “you are quite the fool, Varan.” He turned to the ghoul, “Geoffrey! Fetch my wives! And daughters! And my daughter-wives!” He then turned back to Ralf “... as for you… let us find out what makes you tick… what makes the White Wolf come out?” |
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Sept 14, 2019 6:17:11 GMT -8
Just as the doors opened to allow the flock of women through to the dining hall, a tiny little blackbird decided it wanted to fly in behind them. It flapped frantically toward one of the standing suits of armor, bunkering down in its helm. He hoped his flight had gone unnoticed, as he didn't want the real festivities to start too soon.
His head twitched from side to side periodically as he looked about the room, searching for one thing, and finding others among the women facing away from him.
Finally, his eyes landed on the man in chains on the floor. A warrior, he could guess, from his build. If one were staring at the blackbird, one could almost see him sigh. Why couldn't the White Wolf have been a woman? Even an ugly woman would do.
He just hoped that the man would be able to walk after this ordeal. He would have to intervene earlier at this rate.
His eyes flickered up to one of the goblets. Blurred among all the other vampires in the room, he could faintly make out the pale, hungry face of his mother staring over at the chained fighter. The blackbird took his attention to the head vampire- oh what a snob. He couldn't even bicker with the prisoner right. Obviously he needed lessons from the snobbiest of them all!
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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 Sept 14, 2019 7:20:15 GMT -8
Steihof Manor was host to a number of rats, carrion birds, and other critters of the perverse - sometimes serving as pets, other times as future meals. So Vasco’s arrival as a bird, whether noticed or not, was given little thought by the occupants.
At least a dozen women walked in to accompany Lord Steihof, with Geoffrey coming in behind them. They all wore Victorian-style clothing of exquisite quality, and of varying colors. The aristocratic tastes of their previous mortal lives had certainly carried over, although their choices in color were darker than usual - dyes that did not reflect light so brightly.
“Miriam, my love!” Lord Steihof smiled as his wife entered the room and made her way over to him. As she came to her immortal husband’s side the other ladies all took seats at the table.
Miriam snapped at one of them, “not yet, Ophelia! You’ve work to do!” One of the women, the youngest of the bunch by appearance, sighed and got back up, leaving the room momentarily. Miriam had the appearance of a well-to-do lady in her forties, albeit with vampiric qualities. Her once-black hair, now a dark shade of grey, was painstakingly fixed. She had bloodthirsty red eyes with lipstick to match, and her mascara-laden eyelashes stood out in stark contrast against her pale face. She was the matriarch of the family, a strong-willed and iron-fisted Lady of the Manor. “He is still… mortal,” she criticized, “have you not used any of the torturing devices?”
“Er… no…” Lord Steihof replied. Steihof was the father of about six of the women, having sired them through Miriam. The other five were his children/grandchildren, having sired them by his daughters. Ophelia, the poor girl, was the result of such a devilish conception. But such was the practice to keep the bloodline pure. His seated daughters were quite girlish, with annoying, high-pitched laughs.
Miriam pushed her husband away and came face-to-face with the upside-down, suspended Ralf Valgard. “I am going to make you hurt, mortal, until the White Wolf shows his snarled snout.” The vampiress picked up a goblet and knife from the nearby table, licking the blade as she slowly made her way back over to Ralf.
Gross, he thought; he had tasted metal before and there was nothing appetizing about it. Wait, was she about to touch him with it? He grimaced at the thought of a stranger’s saliva touching his skin; chains rustled as his body recoiled in disgust.
Miriam placed the point of the knife against Ralf’s shoulder, and slowly applied pressure until it broke the skin. Ralf was no stranger to minor cuts, but he gritted his teeth anyway, for her germs were now coursing through his bloodstream. As the blood spilled from his shoulder she collected it in her goblet. When it was almost full she brought it to her lips and gulped from it… savoring it… “Mmm, quite the treat. Reminds me of Isran wine.”
In an effort to tease her prisoner she poured a small drop of the blood onto the Varan’s lips. Quite the mistake.
If it wasn’t the smell of his own blood, then it was certainly the taste of it that got the Wolf’s attention. Whatever foul sorcery worked inside this Varan, it told the White Wolf that he was in danger. “Ugh! Ach! No!” Ralf closed his eyes and shook his head as the beast attempted to take control, squirming in his bonds.
Miriam laughed and backed away. “That was easy enough.” But the chains began to pop, snap, and break apart as the Varan’s body began to morph and mutate. There was no telling if the pressure applied by the bonds would hold the beast at bay… or come apart completely and free the accursed thing.
It all depended on the actions of Vasco… if he continued to wait and observe, the White Wolf would show its teeth; but if he acted quickly, he could prevent such a transformation. Ophelia was yet to return. Geoffrey decided now was a good time to play the organ; a somewhat-dramatic melody filled the feasting hall: the best the ghoul could do.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Sept 16, 2019 8:32:24 GMT -8
A dark blur sped toward the White Wolf as he struggled, exploding into a rain of feathers that covered the room. As they cleared, a lithe figure could be seen perched on Ralf's side, one hand hooked onto the chains, the other holding onto a gossamer plum cape. He was dressed darkly, a sharp contrast to his pale skin and flaxen hair.
He looked down at the party below with a wide grin, gesturing out to them grandly. "A good evening to you all. So sorry I'm crashing the party, I am, I really am, truly, honestly, this looks lovely, I admit, but you see I'm much more important and quite a bit more handsome than you are so I'm going to take this fellow from you and ruin this whole thing you've got going on."
Claws grew at the tips of his fingers, which he used to rend the chain that kept the werewolf suspended. Before he hit the ground the vampire leaped forward to his clearly much less impressive counterpart, reaching for his throat.
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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 Sept 16, 2019 12:15:36 GMT -8
Vasco’s entrance was quite the spectacle, taking everyone by surprise. In their shock and confusion Correa was able to successfully rend the bonds holding Ralf hostage. He fell head first onto the red rug below with an “oof!”, accompanied by the cacophony of the shattered chain links cascading around him.
Vasco’s sudden attack towards Steihof was met with profound reflexes befitting of a vampire. He pivoted on one heel and leaned back, so that Vasco would now be leaping across his new front. His intention was to grab the attacker’s extended arm that had threatened his throat.
“Go, go! Leave now!” cried Lady Miriam, urging her beloved daughters to leave the room. They hesitated but did as they were told. By that point Ralf had scrambled to his feet. He made a made dash towards a set of armor which also featured a battle-axe. But Miriam had morphed into a deadly colony of bats.
The Varan sellsword was surrounded by the hideous creatures as they bit, clawed, and tore away first at the rags covering his body, then at his flesh. This hindered his attempt to retrieve a weapon, so he did what he could to grab the bats mid flight and rip them in two; their remains seemingly disintegrating.
Geoffrey, breathing quite heavily at all the excitement, was tirelessly running his crooked fingers up and down the organ, giving the conflict some sort of dramatic musical background. Ophelia - the vampiress who had left the room earlier - returned to see all the commotion. In one of her hands she carried a very important lantern:
It was made of some ancient black metal, gnarled and twisted, adorned with skulls of various races. But the fire within was no ordinary fire… it was a ghastly blue flame that deserved some closer inspection...
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Ianatan MacRisnidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: About 5'4", stout and somewhat muscular. He has scruffy dark reddish brown hair, and an unshaven, yet not quite bearded face. He has very dark brown eyes, and a scar cutting across his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a simple brown tunic with a belt, as well as a thick wool cloak, with a gold clasp at the neck. On his feet he wears tall, dark brown boots with gold detailing.
He has knuckle dusters hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and they are made of a strange metal. It is a strange greenish-gold color, and seems to glow when introduced to sunlight. Other than that, the basic food and little coin, and his small sea-boat for travelling to other nations, he has little.
Registered: Aug 3, 2019 10:42:02 GMT -8
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Post by Ianatan MacRisnidh on Sept 19, 2019 17:03:47 GMT -8
Ianatan McRisnidh wandered the castle, wondering where he was and why he was there.
Perhaps this was a dream, or some magic had bested him.
He stopped short as he heard the sounds of crashing and thudding... almost as if there was a conflict. He slipped his hands into his coat pockets and brought them out again, his knuckle dusters glinting in the ample light. He began to run towards the sounds, skidding around corners and sprinting through straight stretches of ground until he burst into a room.
He paused as he surveyed the scene. It appeared that there were several figures in the room, two of them tussling, one playing the organ, and another figure surrounded by a huge swarm of bats.
"Well then. I suppose it's time I had some fun. Might as well, seeing as there's no way out of here." the hermit muttered. His eyes flashed a bright, glowing green and a humanoid mist emerged from his body, overlapping him slightly so that there was a green aura around him. The knuckle dusters also shone bright green, and he charged into the fray.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Sept 22, 2019 15:15:04 GMT -8
Vasco realized his target moving out of the way, but his descent had already decided his path. Before he knew it, he was grabbed by the other vampire, putting him in a bind. Oh, but he still had his other hand!
He rose it high and attempted to strike Lord Strihof across the face. He didn't know how powerful this other vampire was. The slap could have felt like a mosquito bite, or it could have felt like a horse kicking him in the jaw. The younger vampire hoped for the former.
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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 Sept 22, 2019 15:51:37 GMT -8
Miriam's bats were taking a beating as Ralf ripped them apart, but they were at least keeping him occupied. That was until a new figure appeared at random: Ianatan MacRisnidh. He emanated some magical power and, as far as Miriam was concerned, might have proven to be a bigger threat. The bat swarm left Ralf alone in favor of attacking the newcomer. Ianatan would be surrounded by a host of ferocious flying creatures that would try to bite, claw, and harass him.
Ralf was now free to rush over and grab a battle axe from a nearby mannequin equipped with plate armor. There was no sense in diving and crashing into the setup, but for some reason the Varan did it anyway. When he climbed to his feet He held the weapon victoriously above his head. "Prepare for bat-tle!" The weapon would do little against small flying creatures, so Ralf rushed over to where Lord Steihof and Vasco were.
Vasco's attack across Lord Steifhof's face was a success. The Vampire Lord cried out, more out of annoyance than pain. It was enough for him to let go of Correa's arm and fall back, where he sought to recompose himself. Unfortunately for him, Ralf drove the edge of his new weapon into his thigh, nearly severing it. Lord Steihof was now crippled and at Vasco's mercy.
Things were going sour for the Steihofst. In the midst of what was happening, Ophelia hollered over to Geoffrey: "Geoffrey, come on, let's go!" The ghoulish creature did not hesitate and hobbled to where the young vampiress was. With the magical lantern still in her hand, she led the ghoul away and down the hall...
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Ianatan MacRisnidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: About 5'4", stout and somewhat muscular. He has scruffy dark reddish brown hair, and an unshaven, yet not quite bearded face. He has very dark brown eyes, and a scar cutting across his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a simple brown tunic with a belt, as well as a thick wool cloak, with a gold clasp at the neck. On his feet he wears tall, dark brown boots with gold detailing.
He has knuckle dusters hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and they are made of a strange metal. It is a strange greenish-gold color, and seems to glow when introduced to sunlight. Other than that, the basic food and little coin, and his small sea-boat for travelling to other nations, he has little.
Registered: Aug 3, 2019 10:42:02 GMT -8
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Post by Ianatan MacRisnidh on Sept 22, 2019 16:28:09 GMT -8
Ianatan roared in pleasure and anger. Something to hit, finally! He swung his fists through the air, not aiming for any particular enemy but intending to strike multiple at once. Glowing green mist followed his fists as he relentlessly swung them, and his eyes shone bright green.
After a few minutes of swinging nonstop, Ianatan decided to switch things up. He crouched down low and leaped up into the air, jumping twice as high as a normal human. A green humanoid trail followed him from his crouched position, almost as if there was a delayed ghost version of Ianatan. As he was in midair, Ianatan swung his arms and spun into a circle, extending his fists so that they would, hopefully, hit the swarm of bats.
He fell back down to the ground and landed on a knee, sending a loud THUD reverberating throughout the hall.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Oct 19, 2019 12:41:05 GMT -8
Vasco had just reached for his sword at his hip when Ralph chopped his axe into Steihof's leg. A broad grin slithered its way across the young vampire's face as his elder fell before him. "Good shot," he said to the White Wolf.
With a flourish, Vasco's weapon was pulled from its scabbard, then pointed at Steihof's chest. The tip of the rapier swelled with a strange liquid that had an unpleasant, acrid smell.
"I think I'll give you the pleasure of knowing my name. Vasco Correa. How does it feel? To be defeated by the man, the myth, the legend, hi- what in the blazes-"
The entire racket that followed Ianatan as he made his entrance immediately took Vasco's attention. He threw his arms up with a scowl.
"And where the bloody hell did you come from!?"
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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 Oct 25, 2019 11:21:50 GMT -8
Ianatan's whippity-whoppity combat form was effective at dropping most of the bats swarming around him. Miriam ceased her attack and re-materialized across the room. Lord Steihof was virtually incapacitated and at the mercy of the White Wolf and Vasco Correa. There was a brief lull in the combat.
"You brutes!" Miriam cried out in frustration from across the room, "the hounds take you!" She was annoyed, like most women seem to be, and knowing that she would lose the battle she vanished in a cloud of bats that crashed out of a nearby window. As if on cue a dreaded cacophony of hellish mongrels barked, snarled, growled, and yelped from somewhere down the hall.
"Damn!" Ralf cursed. He growled and looked at Vasco, then Ianatan, "you two should find a way out. I have some unfinished business." That unfinished business would be to find his magical shield stowed away somewhere in the keep. They could assist the Varan in finding his most prized possession, or head the opposite way down the hall...
Where the sound of organ music was playing.
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Ianatan MacRisnidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: About 5'4", stout and somewhat muscular. He has scruffy dark reddish brown hair, and an unshaven, yet not quite bearded face. He has very dark brown eyes, and a scar cutting across his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a simple brown tunic with a belt, as well as a thick wool cloak, with a gold clasp at the neck. On his feet he wears tall, dark brown boots with gold detailing.
He has knuckle dusters hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and they are made of a strange metal. It is a strange greenish-gold color, and seems to glow when introduced to sunlight. Other than that, the basic food and little coin, and his small sea-boat for travelling to other nations, he has little.
Registered: Aug 3, 2019 10:42:02 GMT -8
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Post by Ianatan MacRisnidh on Oct 25, 2019 19:42:30 GMT -8
Ianatan looked at Ralf, the green mist subsiding as the metal strips around his knuckles slowly faded to their original color.
The weathered man chuckled. "I'm already here, aren't I? Might as well have some fun while I'm at it... and maybe one o' ya could tell me why I'm here, as well."
He cracked his knuckles, the sharp popping echoing throughout the room. "I dunno who you are, but whatever you need, I can help."
Ianatan glanced up at Vasco. "That's what I was wonderin' myself. Heard some fightin' noises and figured I'd come see what the ruckus was all about. Seems to me that it was a good decision, too." He chuckled again.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Oct 26, 2019 17:36:08 GMT -8
The young vampire rolled his eyes.
In a swift motion, he reached forth, seized a handful Steihof's hair, placed a foot on his chest, and pulled.
"That's just not going to do, you see because I'm in charge of you for the night to make sure you get out of here."
Pop. Crack. Snap.
There went bones, then skin.
"So no, I'm not getting out of here. Who do you even think I am? The man who just saved your ass from this gaudy place."
Splat
Thump.
Vasco shook his hand to untangle the hair from his fingers with a sneer. "Vasco Correa! Or do I need to further illustrate the importance of that name?" He grinned to both of them, kicking at Steihof's chest to shove the body on the ground.
Pointing to Ianatan, he announced "I have no clue why you're here, but you might as well be useful. I'll take care of the hounds, you make sure the White Wolf is okay."
With that, he tore away down the hall, form twisting and dissolving into a cloud of black smoke, out of which a large, wiry black dog lept forth with a limp that didn't hold him back.
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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 Oct 27, 2019 9:27:29 GMT -8
"Very well," Ralf shrugged, "I shall repay you somehow when this is all over."
Vasco would be met further down the hall by the hellhounds. They were mid-size canines, but hairless, red-eyed, and with skin stuck to their ribs and spine. Their maw of deadly teeth foamed with bloodlust and hunger. There were four in total, bounding down the dark halls until they came upon Vasco. Two of them lunged forth in an attempt to bite their opponent's face and neck, while the other two leaped to the rear where they'd attempt to bite at his haunches.
Ralf and Ianatan, provided the latter followed, followed Vasco's trail some distance until another hallway branched off to their left. While Correa was distracting the hellhounds, the Varan and MacRisnidh could head that way.
They would come upon a large, reinforced wooden door. Ralf summoned his strength and, using the great battleaxe he had acquired earlier, bashed down the barricade in one stroke. A chamber lay beyond, and inside a host of various items and collectibles. "There she is!" the Varan exclaimed proudly, rushing over to a nearby shield. He slid his arm through the leather strap and gripped the handle of his Hirhanic artifact. In his other hand he wielded his battleaxe.
Ianatan would have a moment to look around the chamber and find something of use as well.
"Let's find the bloodsucker," he would say to his comrade, before rushing back down the hall and to where Vasco was engaged with the hounds. He had no doubt his savior could handle himself, but if the vampire was having any problems then Ralf would jump into the fray. A battleaxe would be cumbersome against such agile opponents, so he tossed it aside and would bash the hounds with his front and rim of his shield in an effort to stun them. Provided one was stunned, he grabbed at the canine's muzzle, gripped the top and bottom ends, and pulled it apart to tear the beast's head in two.
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Ianatan MacRisnidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: About 5'4", stout and somewhat muscular. He has scruffy dark reddish brown hair, and an unshaven, yet not quite bearded face. He has very dark brown eyes, and a scar cutting across his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a simple brown tunic with a belt, as well as a thick wool cloak, with a gold clasp at the neck. On his feet he wears tall, dark brown boots with gold detailing.
He has knuckle dusters hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and they are made of a strange metal. It is a strange greenish-gold color, and seems to glow when introduced to sunlight. Other than that, the basic food and little coin, and his small sea-boat for travelling to other nations, he has little.
Registered: Aug 3, 2019 10:42:02 GMT -8
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Post by Ianatan MacRisnidh on Oct 29, 2019 15:53:52 GMT -8
Ianatan followed Ralf eagerly, scanning the halls and the large chamber for enemies. As he did so, he spotted an extremely large sword in the corner. For some reason, it stood out to him. Quickly, he dashed forwards and dusted it off...
The blade was made of the same metal as his knuckle dusters. Ianatan smiled.
"Now this is what I'm talking about." He muttered to himself, hoisting the sword over his shoulder. Behind the sword lay its great sheath, to be strapped upon Ianatan's back. The ornery man gripped the sheath and adjusted the straps, fitting it to his size, then slung it across his back. He heaved the sword off his shoulder and slid it into the sheath.
He turned and saw Ralf run back towards Vasco.
"Right behind ya!" He grunted at Ralf's back, running after his newfound ally.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 8, 2019 12:54:05 GMT -8
The hellhounds were indeed hellish, and that was saying the least. They mimicked something starved, diseased, and long-dead all at once, yet, Vasco's form was a herald; one that would put these monsters into an eternal slumber.
As the dogs went for his throat, the Dip spun swiftly to smash them with his haunches, then bare down upon those who reached for his hips. He managed to grab one by the scruff, but another grabbed his shoulder and shredded the skin. Still, he held onto one dog and shook, shook, shook, smashing the demon-spawn into his other assailants like a child flailing a new toy. He was twice as large as any of the dogs here, but they outnumbered him. Still, the Dip fought, wisps of black smoke dancing from his form.
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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 Nov 19, 2019 5:05:56 GMT -8
Vasco's size and ferocity had attracted the canines' attention well enough, and those which were not mauled by the Dip were finished off with Ralf and Ianatan's help. With the sound of vicious snarling, growling, and barking out of the picture, the trio could hear the organ music playing again. It was coming from up the hall, in the direction leading to the exit.
"This way!" Ralf exclaimed. As the trio dashed down the hall they came upon the exit - the same that Vasco might have flown through earlier. Two large iron doors served as the entrance, but they had been shoved open.
Outside was a great stagecoach. The carriage was large enough to house up to 6 occupants. The exterior was a slick black color, with gothic features, glass windows, and lamps with an eerie and unnatural glow, and the interior was decorated in red velvet. An organ had been built into the front of the carriage, and behind it sat Geoffrey. He was playing a wild tune that summoned a host of ghastly red-eyed black horses intended to pull the coach.
Unfortunately, Ophelia was busy trying to shew away three hellhounds. They were preventing the duo from opening the gates of the courtyard, which would allow them to leave. The young vampiress was swinging the green lantern around trying to hit them, but they were far too agile. Finally one of them bit down on her wrist, allowing her to slam the lantern across its head. A strange magic erupted from the item and engulfed the creature, then siphoned it into the green flame within...
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Ianatan MacRisnidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: About 5'4", stout and somewhat muscular. He has scruffy dark reddish brown hair, and an unshaven, yet not quite bearded face. He has very dark brown eyes, and a scar cutting across his left cheek.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a simple brown tunic with a belt, as well as a thick wool cloak, with a gold clasp at the neck. On his feet he wears tall, dark brown boots with gold detailing.
He has knuckle dusters hidden in the pockets of his tunic, and they are made of a strange metal. It is a strange greenish-gold color, and seems to glow when introduced to sunlight. Other than that, the basic food and little coin, and his small sea-boat for travelling to other nations, he has little.
Registered: Aug 3, 2019 10:42:02 GMT -8
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Post by Ianatan MacRisnidh on Nov 24, 2019 8:20:19 GMT -8
Spotting the vampiress, Ianatan drew his newfound weapon and sprinted towards Ophelia. His eyes began to glow green once more, and the sword, too, began to emit a green light. As Ianatan neared the vampiress, he jumped up in the air, raising his sword. Just as he reached Ophelia, he brought the sword down towards her head.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 28, 2019 19:04:16 GMT -8
Vasco followed Ianatan and the White Wolf, galloping across the stony floor with a skip in his step. When they approached the door, the Dip fell away through the dirt, leaving behind the dashing blonde vampire sprinting after Ophelia and the organ player. He leaped toward Geoffrey, attempting to tackle him off of the coach's seat.
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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 Dec 4, 2019 16:34:20 GMT -8
Like a butcher's cleaver, Ianatan's weapon wedged itself into poor Ophelia's head, splitting open her skull. The undead vampire was killed instantly, an expression of shock on her face. The magical lantern fell from her limp arms and onto the ground. Geoffrey, initially stunned to see the death of his friend, was knocked senseless by Vasco's tackle. The ghoul fell into the dirt and scrambled to get his footing. By then, however, Ralf had buried his axe in the fiend's shoulder blade and nearly lopped the entire left side of his torso off.
"Someone grab that lantern and let's get out of here!" Ralf suggested, throwing his axe into the carriage. He took up a spot on the front of the carriage. "Think you can drive this thing?" he asked Vasco. "Green-Man, get in the back!"
The organ sitting before Vasco had a multitude of keys that played musical notes, and with some minor experimenting would be able to 'drive' the wagon wherever he wished...
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