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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 10, 2020 18:07:40 GMT -8
The Ancient Forest sits in the deep, dark heart of the woods east of Isra, where only the most stalwart and experienced of adventurers dare venture. This isn’t because it's particularly difficult, but merely because of its distance from just about anything. Its an ancient part of the world, largely undisturbed by the rapidly industrializing world that lay beyond its thick borders. Its a true haven for the animals and creatures that call this part of the forest its home. Of course, they aren’t the only things that call it home…
The trees grow tall all around, unencumbered and unimpeded on their mission to touch the sky. Moss grows on the boulders and rocks that cover the tightly enclosed landscape, and a thick underbrush covers the fresh, verile soils beneath one’s feet. The air is fresh and tinted with the scent of life, and the mists that descend from the mountains beyond are cool and soothing to the touch.
It would be hard for an adventurer to find any sort of beaten path, and less so one made by people, this deep in the woods, so be warned. Those who get lost here may find it to be their home for a long while, with only their luck to guide them back out. Some say that the forest spirits will aid those with a pure heart who are lost, but they will just as quickly impede those that have a darkness inside them, and lay in wait for the chance to reclaim those souls. Not to worry though, traveler, they're surely just old wives tales.
There are many stories and tales that people tell of these strange, beautiful parts, but whether or not they are true is another story all together. Only those who have been there to live these stories can tell you otherwise.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 10, 2020 18:19:52 GMT -8
The Ancient forest is oddly quiet today, and the winter mist thicker than usual. The birds are quiet, leaving only the slight sound of the leaves rustling and the gentle hushed hiss of a distant waterfall lingering in the thick air. If one is to stop and listen, they may even hear the very distant howl of wind as it passes through the distant peaks to the north, but it remains faint, muffled by the fog and mist. The air smells like pine and dew, brought on by the rain that cascaded through the branches the night before.
Most would find the silence peaceful, and perhaps stop for a moment’s rest, maybe even for lunch, but for an experienced tracker the silence meant something else, and above all it meant not to let one’s guard down. Why, one might ask?
The tremendous footprint, not like any human or animal’s, under the thick forest underbrush would explain everything, at least it would for the warrior woman Tala...
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 11, 2020 10:57:06 GMT -8
Traveling in Isra was not too different from Taingaard. They had forests with monsters that lived in them. Tala knew forests, but she knew how to hunt and slay the monsters that lived in them even better.
These days she was beginning to feel less than a mercenary and more like a monster hunter. The more word got out of her monster-slaying deeds the more that was all people commissioned her for. Or perhaps it was the fact that she had lost a caravan full of people one too many times. Word of that was bound to keep the regular folk far at bay.
Ah, well. Perhaps one of these days they would all forget and she could go back to guarding the heir to yet another corrupt noble lord.
It wasn't a difficult task, tracking monsters. All one had to do was to visit deep into the regular hunting grounds, then go deeper, where no seasoned hunter dared to venture. Where the bush went unmarked and uncut, and the canopy grew dense enough to keep the sun from catching the ground, allowing for the generous growth of dark green moss and bright blue wildflowers.
It didn't take much time to set the trap, or for the fat stag to fall in it. It was still alive when she got to it, and she had to finish the job with a hunting knife. She sliced it open and hung it from a tree, blood dribbling onto the forest grounds. Then, she hid in the canopy and waited for the sun to set and the monsters to come out and play.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 12, 2020 5:36:47 GMT -8
The forest remains silent around Tala as she lays in wait. The sun casts its yellow light through the canopy overhead, streaking through the misty air and quickly turning orange as evening descends across Isra, with little more than flies gathering around the sacrificed deer. An occasional bird sits across from it, eyeing it curiously, but never getting closer, and never making a sound. Nothing else dared show its face.
Darkness soon descends on the forest, so far leaving Tala empty handed. A cold, light fog floats in from the mountains to the north, blanketing the forest in its eery mist, but Tala could still clearly see the deer from her vantage point. Would the beast take the bait? Is the beast even out tonight? If the tales were to be believed, the full moon that cuts through the fog meant that it was almost certain.
More time passes before Tala’s work is finally rewarded, somewhere in the deep forest, a distant howl rings out. Though, this is not unusual as the forest is home for many wolves, most making themselves known by howling in reply, one after the other. That is until one howl, deep and savage, drowns out the rest, coming from much closer than the others, silencing them completely. Something… unnatural. Something evil this way comes, and it seems Tala’s bait has worked.
The air remains silent for what feels like a century. Something appears to shift in the fog, a branch rustles in the distance, or the snap of a twig several meters away, but the beast has yet to show itself. With the deer still in place, what could it be after? Perhaps it smells something on the cool night air, something other than deer blood. Without seeing the beast… one may almost believe the stories of hunters becoming the hunted.
Suddenly, the tree Tala finds herself in shakes and rustles, as if something had begun climbing it, but nothing can be seen at the bottom. That could only mean one thing. A blob of thick saliva falls and lands on her shoulder. Several branches up, far above Tala, sits a furry beast that silhouettes itself against the moon, with only the dull shimmer of its eyes glaring down at the northlander.
The beast growls, sniffing at the air… then pounces!
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 17, 2020 16:26:17 GMT -8
Tala sat perched perfectly still on the branch of the tree, releasing her mind and focusing on her senses. They intensified as the minutes went by and the choir of the night began as the sun disappeared behind the forest. Listening and locating each sound as they resonated as clear as if she stood and walked on the forest floor. The wolves sang and called to the glorious moon. That was when she heard it. A guttural howl unlike the smooth strain of the others; pained and broken... lost and alone. It was coming.
She was unprepared for the intelligence of the creature, and how it would avoid her trap. Although it was unmistakable that it made its way there, it wasn't only that it smelled the trap, but that it detected the person behind it. Tala's heart skipped as her tree began to shake, looking down only to see nothing, then felt the drool fall over her head. She dropped, thinking nothing, only acting, if she wanted to live, and she felt it take her place in the tree, lunging at her body as she fell through the canopy. Tala took a deep breath and rolled as she met the ground and caught herself with strong legs. She drew her sword sheathed on her back and sliced the air behind her, knowing, feeling, sensing, she had no time to waste. Death was but a mere heartbeat away.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 19, 2020 16:36:20 GMT -8
Where she had been on the tree is reduced to claw marks and splinters mere moments after Tala had jumped, resulting in a frustrated, ear piercing howl of frustration. Several cracks fill the air as the beast leaps between the canopy’s limbs, looking for its time to pounce, and finally it leaps through the air and lands in front of Tala. Unfortunately for it, she’s ready. The beast underestimates the northlander’s strength, and it ends up with a sword to the shoulder for its trouble.
The beast doubles back in pain, taken by surprise, but it doesn’t seem to falter for very long. The wound may sting, but it isn’t very deep, and unfortunately for Tala it only makes the beast consider its actions a little more carefully. This one isn’t like the amateurs that have come after it in the past, this woman isn’t weak, scared, or pitifully supplied. The beast would have to fight for its dinner.
“Blood!” the beast roars, making himself out to be larger. “I will have… *snarl!* Your head!” With that, the crazed creature leaps forward, stopping just a few feet before Tala, then leaps to the side as it anticipates a sword swing, and lashes out with its long claws, coated with dried blood and old fur.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 22, 2020 12:10:49 GMT -8
The force of the blow drew the beast back and blood from its shoulder splattered from her sword to the ground. There was a gleam in its eye that only served to remind her that the thing used to be human. A human that had succumed to the rage and the bloodlust only to become an absolute monster; its exterior was but a mere manifestation of that. Like a rabid dog, it was when one could no longer control the workings of ones inner beast that it had to be put down.
Tala hadn't entirely expected to be able to defeat the beast with a single swing, however, the fact that it would be like trying to cut through the bark of a large tree with a small axe wasn't anticipated, and she thought of how long it would take to slay it, or if she even could.
As the werewolf lunged, Tala straightened out her blade, attempting to pierce through it if it was its intention to barrel forth with all its might, but it moved away at the last moment, and the woman lunged forward into a barrel roll, having no time to swing, only dodge. She used the momentum of the roll to spring herself into a full sprint and sliced the air with a whoosh as she swung the silver claymore with all her might, unleashing a guttural cry from the pits of her soul.
There was a real possibility of losing this one fight lingering somewhere in the back of her mind, but she forced the fear to retreat back into the inner recess of her subconscious, as humoring it for a mere moment would be like admitting defeat, and she might as well dig herself an early grave.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 26, 2020 17:09:24 GMT -8
The beast could smell her fear, knowing it had the upper hand. It snarls and seems to almost grin as it eyes her down, then dodges out of the way of her barbaric swing, swiping out and only just catching her the skin of her thigh with its sharp claws. There’s human blood in the air now, and that only fills the beast with a more violent hunger.
As the beast comes to a stop after its dodge, it rears up and lets out a long, harrowing howl from the very core of its twisted being. “Blood!” It roars quickly after, its crazed eyes staring straight into Tala’s. It bounds forward on all fours, darting left and right, snapping branches knocking over rocks as it charges towards her, its hungry stare forever fixed on Tala.
At the last step, it pounces, looking to pin the Taingaardian down and begin its feast! Its demented hands lash out and grab onto her shoulders, pushing its weight down on her.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 26, 2020 18:28:45 GMT -8
The warrior didn't flinch, didn't even notice as the deep would oozed and bled down her leg, and turned with the wolf as it pounced, squatting down and preparing to swing at the beast again, but before she could make a move its shadow was before her, and she was being pinned on the ground by it, barely even feeling its claws as they dug into her shoulder. Once again, Tala rolled and kicked it away and over her head with all her might, then bounced back to her feet before it could get the best of her again. Jaw clenched tight, there was rage as she held the hilt of the sword so tightly the knuckles of her hand turned white. She glared at the creature, and roared back at it in the same way it had as she ran forth and saw red. This time, it was she who was out for blood. Tala could already see its bloody head rolling on the ground away from its lifeless body.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 26, 2020 18:35:23 GMT -8
The crazed beast grins from its wolf-like ear to wolf-like ear, staring her down as she raged back at it. This one is proving a challenge, and it couldn’t be happier, it hadn’t felt this rush since it first changed, where it lost all semblance of its former human life and succumbed to the virus that pumped through its veins. It howls again, rearing up, before landing on all fours again and lets out a deep, growling snarl. “You will die tonight,” the beast rumbles at the woman. “And I will feast!” With that, it leaps at her again, but it quickly shifts direction again, leaping to the side, then it pounces, grabbing onto her and using its weight to bring her to the ground, holding on from behind. It struggles against her trying to shake it off, then decides its the time.
The creature opens its maw and bites down on Tala's shoulder, piercing through her leathers, muscle, then bone. It doesn't just bite though, something else happens, something that some would call a fate worse than death. As well as the sharp, ripping pain, Tala would feel both a chill and a searing heat spread from the wound, one that makes her heart beat ever faster. This isn't just a bite.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 26, 2020 19:19:47 GMT -8
Tala saw the wolf coming this time, its moves becoming painfully predictable, and she met the wolf as it pounced, wrestling with it as her hands joined with it, but as strong as the warrior was, she could not best the power of the beast. It managed to wriggle around and grapple her from behind. Tala was dragged and pinned down to the ground with such a frightening ease that her heart sank into helplessness. It was only when she heard the crunch of bone that she even knew she was bit, and no amount of control could keep her from screaming as she felt the fire rushing from its teeth and course through her blood in a single heartbeat. It was as if her hands moved on their own as she grabbed the large hunting knife from her side and sent it into its neck as long as it took her to finish letting out that first scream.
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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 26, 2020 19:32:21 GMT -8
The beast grins as it pumps its deadly virus into Tala, its teeth clenched through blood and bone, tasting the blood that poured from the Taingaardian. Victory goes to the beast, and its feast will die scre-
Its eyes go wide as it feels the cold steel of the blade cut deep into its neck, right into its most vulnerable spot. It releases Tala as it lets out a gurgling howl, clutching at the blade within its throat, eyes panicked and fearful for the first time in its life. It lets go and stumbles away, grasping at trees for support as it tries to stem the blood gushing out of it with its huge paw, now matted with blood.
“No…” it growls, its words gurgled and obstructed by blood. “Noooo!”
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 26, 2020 20:40:38 GMT -8
Tala writhed, tears rolling down her cheeks. The burning and the hurt were as debilitating as anything she had ever felt in her life. Nevertheless, she persisted and rose. Her right arm might have been useless, but she had another perfectly good one on the other side. Drenched in the blood of the wolf as well as her own, the warrior dragged her wounded arm and leg, reeling from the sickness that was taking hold as she hobbled. The silver claymore lifted over her head with the help of her good arm and dropped over the dying wolf's neck. Then, hard and heavy, she fell, gagging and spitting up bile. Her face pressed up against the crimson soil next to the lifeless form, for the first time seeing the empty eyes of the man that was before the beast. Realization dawned on the nature of her fate; she recoiled from it and bellowed into the night.
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Alexander Mason
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 33
Physical Description: ========================================================
Mason is a tall man, standing at 192cm (6'3") with a muscular form. He sports a strong jaw coated in a thick, but neatly trimmed, beard. He keeps his hair fairly neat and trimmed short, not being one for letting it grow out. He can often be seen with a smile on his face, one that would otherwise betray his fairly rugged appearance.
His body is covered in scars that he's sustained over years of fights, scuffles, and general mishaps through his adventures, but the one that stands out the most is the significant bite scar around his right shoulder.
Through his septum he sports a golden ring, one that matches a handful through his right ear, ones that he has carried with him for years.
Clothes and Equipment:
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Mason usually wears a dark blue gambeson, usually with the top buckle open to reveal the white shirt beneath. on top of this, he sports a light, studded leather cuirass and shoulder pieces for extra protection. Around his waist he sports a series of pouches attached to his belt.
Each of these pouches are filled with all sorts of things, and between them usually a trinket or two. The most notable of these trinkets is a vial filled with elongated, hollow teeth belonging to three vampires Alex had hunted, killed, and taken them from as trophies.
The rugged man's pants match his outfit, thick and protective, and often tucked into a pair of boots, complete with a pair of metal shin guards.
Over his shoulders usually sits a leather rain poncho to keep he and his equipment dry during his time in the wilderness.
He tries to pack light, so his provisions are often kept in a small satchel slung over his back.
For weapons, Alex has a small hunting bow and a handful of arrows that he uses solely for hunting, but his main weapon of choice is his trusty battle axe, steel bladed on both sides. Just in case, however, he has three knives tucked into his kit, one dagger of steel, another of silver, and a carving knife.
Among his provisions are his leisure activities, which usually include a book, his journal, and a small box of cigars.
Registered: Jan 10, 2020 17:20:37 GMT -8
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Post by Alexander Mason on Jan 26, 2020 20:56:48 GMT -8
The Wolf had finally been defeated, but at what cost? Tala had made a huge sacrifice, but if she would become one of those things, it would all be in vain. Another would simply take the place of the last one! What a waste…
But would it come to pass?
Further in the forest, thunderous footsteps sound through the night, twigs snapping and branches being pushed aside as something else approaches, but judging by the noise, something humanoid, not like some beast. Whoever it is, however, they are making no attempt at stealth.
Before long a man leaps from the trees, brandishing a large battleaxe, a wild look in his eyes, searching for the source of the battle. He looks prepared for the forest, as if it were his home, with his light, warm armour, old axe, and equipment lined belt that hung around his waist, then up and over his shoulder.
His eyes go to the dead man, who had once been a wolf, but he seemed to know what the man was and what he had become, and most importantly that the thread was over. Mason’s hunt had come to a close, but he was glad for it. He knew there would be a fight, but this time it isn’t his.
That just meant that someone else is in trouble. His attention quickly shifts to Tala as he puts his axe down. “Oh boy…” he says, looking her over as he begins digging into his pouch. “I don’t know what kind of death wish you have to go up against a beast like that,” he says as he squats down beside her. He doesn’t seem to care about her protests as he pulls out a roll of bandages and several other healing implements. “I hope the reward will be worth it- here, eat this, now,” he says as he hands her a bundle of herbs. To anyone who knew anything about the forest, they would know they had numbing properties. “Because you might be in trouble.”
With that, he reaches out and tugs on the material around her shoulder, exposing the wound. “Uh huh. Yep. Not good.”
Judging by the wolf-like pendant that hung from his neck, someone might assume he might know what he’s talking about.
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 26, 2020 21:50:58 GMT -8
Tala's eyes blinked open and closed as the stars spun and the world burned and she pleaded with her Ancestors for mercy. How Why had she gone so far from home? How could she have been so reckless? How could it come to this? Hadn't she given enough? There was no way for her to know how long she had been there before feeling someone disturb the stinging wounds. She attempted to swat them away but what she believed she could do versus what she could actually accomplish were two drastically different things. Tala's eyes fluttered opened and she shook at the sight of him. "Father," she whispered. Before she could say anything, he was shoving herbs into her mouth, and it angered her that it wasn't ale, but she did her best to chew it. He was only trying to help, but she couldn't help but to reach out for him. "I let you down, father," she said,eyes pleading, "I'm so sorry. I should have listened. Please, forgive me."
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Alexander Mason
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 33
Physical Description: ========================================================
Mason is a tall man, standing at 192cm (6'3") with a muscular form. He sports a strong jaw coated in a thick, but neatly trimmed, beard. He keeps his hair fairly neat and trimmed short, not being one for letting it grow out. He can often be seen with a smile on his face, one that would otherwise betray his fairly rugged appearance.
His body is covered in scars that he's sustained over years of fights, scuffles, and general mishaps through his adventures, but the one that stands out the most is the significant bite scar around his right shoulder.
Through his septum he sports a golden ring, one that matches a handful through his right ear, ones that he has carried with him for years.
Clothes and Equipment:
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Mason usually wears a dark blue gambeson, usually with the top buckle open to reveal the white shirt beneath. on top of this, he sports a light, studded leather cuirass and shoulder pieces for extra protection. Around his waist he sports a series of pouches attached to his belt.
Each of these pouches are filled with all sorts of things, and between them usually a trinket or two. The most notable of these trinkets is a vial filled with elongated, hollow teeth belonging to three vampires Alex had hunted, killed, and taken them from as trophies.
The rugged man's pants match his outfit, thick and protective, and often tucked into a pair of boots, complete with a pair of metal shin guards.
Over his shoulders usually sits a leather rain poncho to keep he and his equipment dry during his time in the wilderness.
He tries to pack light, so his provisions are often kept in a small satchel slung over his back.
For weapons, Alex has a small hunting bow and a handful of arrows that he uses solely for hunting, but his main weapon of choice is his trusty battle axe, steel bladed on both sides. Just in case, however, he has three knives tucked into his kit, one dagger of steel, another of silver, and a carving knife.
Among his provisions are his leisure activities, which usually include a book, his journal, and a small box of cigars.
Registered: Jan 10, 2020 17:20:37 GMT -8
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Post by Alexander Mason on Jan 26, 2020 21:58:25 GMT -8
“I’m not your daddy,” the man says as he binds her wounds, first applying a gooey paste then stuffing the seeping shoulder with bandages and wrapping it up as tight as he can. He does the same thing for her thigh next. The only way to avoid what was to come would be to let her bleed out, but if there’s a chance she’ll make it, then that’s a chance they’ll have to go through.
He next grabs her face, and looks deep into her eyes. “Uh huh,” he says, reaching up and forcing them open wider. “Its progressing as expected. You’re no special case, that’s a good thing.” He lets her close her eyes and stands. He thinks for a long moment as he looks her over, then to the dead man, once werewolf, and sighs. “You’re going to give me so much trouble, lady…”
Without any more hesitation, he slings his axe onto his back and gathers her things. “C’mon, big girl,” he says as he grabs her good arm, then hooks an arm between her legs, and lifts her onto his shoulders. “What are they feeding you?” He shifts her on his back a few times, getting her into a comfortable position, and takes a moment to look around and make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. Nothing but the body of the ex-wolf. The birds could have it, his job is done.
“You’re one brave bitch to go up against a feral like that,” he says as she starts off, only slightly impeded by the woman on his shoulder. “And one stupid one to even think of doing it. Now look at you. Tch.”
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Jan 26, 2020 22:16:50 GMT -8
The Viking sealed her wounds and lectured her about her reckless behavior. In the past, Tala would have simply ignored him, or laughed it off. Done what she wanted. Wasted what precious time she had left with him. But now that she couldn't make up for lost time, all she wanted to do was agree, apologize, and to feel the warmth of his loving embrace one last time. "I'm sorry," Tala croaked out one last time before everything faded to black.
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