USQUE AR HARA
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Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on Mar 1, 2020 7:08:19 GMT -8
Mood Music
The largest city hidden within the central Usque Forest, Usque ar Hara has become the central hub for the dignitaries to gather. There are rumors that a monarch is in the process of being chosen by the people to delegate and moderate, as well as to represent the various tribes and people scattered throughout the enchanted woods. One must enter through the Southern gate as the other two gates are ravaged by time and guarded well in order to keep people out. One will have to answer a short series of questions, mostly asking what a person's business is in the city/palace. Defenses are on the high at the moment due to the current unrest. When entering the city, one might notice the absence of housing structures. They might also notice that there are debris strewn about of ruins, while the palace itself is surprisingly intact.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32 
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Mar 2, 2020 9:04:15 GMT -8
There was a gathering of people in the throne room, the noise of dignitaries from around the Usque filling the walls. The crowd consisted of elves and dwarves, humans and fae alike… different clans sending their representatives to discuss the issue at hand. It was becoming well known that parts of the forest were in danger; trees being cut down by loggers, some burnt by a dragon, strangers wandering into the forest and threatening the way of life for some. The unrest was palpable.
“They are cutting down our trees!” cried one voice, “And killing the dryad!” cried another.
The man standing in the center of the room said, “We await Faisine now. The trees have whispered of her arrival. She has been to Isra to help stop the people of outside from logging our forest and killing our creatures. Faisine will bring us news from Isra soon enough and we have but to wait for her.”
“And who do we turn to until then? She is but one guardian,” said an elder wood elf, hunched over his cane and gnarled with age. His voice wheezed from behind dried lips.
“We are going to choose a ruler soon,” said the representative. “He or she will be our representative… He or she shall take on the burden of responsibility. There is one in particular we have our eyes on, for she has shown bravery in the face of all of this. She is Tana the Tongue-Tied. The Guardians have spoken highly of her.”
“But she is just a girl!” gasped someone.
“Yes, but she has some of the best knowledge of the Usque ar Nalma. Who better to represent us than someone who has seen more of the forest than most of us standing here?”
“What of Faisine?”
The representative turned to the questioning and said, “She would make a wonderful leader as well, but it is said she doesn’t wish for such a burden of responsibility on her shoulders. She is worthy in our eyes, but she is not in her eyes, and that would affect her decisions greatly. Tana is special, she has it in her to be a great queen. She is unspoiled and pure and smart from what has been said by the forest itself. We must take into consideration the wishes of the trees.”
The representatives all quieted down and looked at one another, then one by one, they filed up to the one on the dais and made their choice.
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Usque Story
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Roleplay posts: 32
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Mar 3, 2020 19:09:57 GMT -8
It was the next day they had chosen. There would be a new queen soon if she accepted the job, and now the man that was acting as the main representative was signing and sealing the document that made it all official. The trees would soon whisper to the chosen one and her journey to the palace would begin soon enough.
“Is it done?” asked one of the fellows who had voted.
“Aye… She will know soon, the forest has chosen her for us, mark my words.” And then the letter was handed over for the man to take it to the father of the queen-to-be.
There would be a new queen, and she would mark the beginning of a new era within the Usque…
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Usquean Fairytales
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Roleplay posts: 6
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Apr 5, 2020 19:17:08 GMT -8
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Post by Usquean Fairytales on Apr 12, 2020 19:21:41 GMT -8
A new buzz hummed quietly in the palace, less desperate than it had been before but with more apprehension with the coming of the new queen appointed by the Usque. The trees had whispered their words, the Chancellor had spoken them, and the dignitaries had encouraged the decision regardless of the few concerns that still floated amongst them.
But now, another decree of the woods had been ushered in and the Chancellor had already scrawled out the call to arms - against the will of many of the representatives. There had been a request for outsiders to assist in the finding and retrieval of the lost Stone Tablet of the Usque. It was unfathomable as to why the trees would ask the help of the untrustworthy strangers that had already proved to be detrimental to their own destruction, but there was no outright refusing this call. Now the palace buzzed, day in and day out, while waiting for those outsiders to appear...
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Apr 16, 2020 16:19:59 GMT -8
On the surface, Mina was a far cry from the legendary warriors who'd be involved in a queen's coronation. A paper thin horsehair gambeson, a lovingly oiled but aging hauberk, a torn leather surcoat, and a plain steel longsword were all that kept her flesh from becoming a bear's meal. The woman herself faired little better, being only 5'4". And though she was muscular and agile, she was far from superhuman.
Unfortunately, underneath, Mina wasn't exactly a legend either. Having worked several years as a "mercenary" (most of her work was private security and supplemental town guard duty), Mina had earned a reputation as being dedicated, hardworking, and occasionally heroic; many cats owed their lives to her tree climbing skills. She had only dared push herself beyond her comfort zone a few times, each time barely scraping by with the help of her guardian spirit. She had fought in no wars, and no dragons feared her name.
But as she approached the ornate palace gates, she reminded herself as a future hero in training that half the battle was simply showing up, simply choosing to be more than a potato farmer. For whatever reason, this strange land was requesting assistance from the outside. It was a call to arms, and she would answer.
"This palace is even bigger than Meridian's..." She gulped.
She was a former inhabitant of Medan, but no longer identified with it. She had been a serf, and so of what use had the name of her kingdom ever been to her?
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Brian Mac Cathail
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Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with darker skin and a short buzz-cut. His eyes are a dark olive green, with flecks of dark yellow around the pupil.
Clothes and Equipment: Brian wears chain mail armor, covered by a collared blue tabard, which extends to just above his ankles. He wields a large polearm, with a hooked blade and straight blade on either end. He also has a light sword strapped to his back.
Registered: Dec 20, 2019 20:22:10 GMT -8
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Post by Brian Mac Cathail on Apr 20, 2020 7:50:48 GMT -8
Brian Mac Cathail walked into the palace, passing the gates. He looked around, observing the scene. He had heard that there was need for a soldiers or fighters, and he came to offer his service. He wrapped both his hands around his polearm, looking around at those around him.
"Of course these people need fighters." He muttered. "They don't look like they could fight someone barefisted."
Mina might overhear these words.
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Usquean Fairytales
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Roleplay posts: 6
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Apr 5, 2020 19:17:08 GMT -8
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Post by Usquean Fairytales on Apr 20, 2020 18:57:01 GMT -8
The dignitaries roaming the palace and the grounds began to whisper upon the arrival of the two strangers, and steadily began to trickle into the throne room to see them. There were a number of races present that wanted to lay eyes on the two - Elves and Dwarves and a variety of Fae, Satyrs and Centaurs and Dryads, and even common-looking humans. Many looked upon them with uncertainty, some with clear disdain, and some with cautious optimism. The air was still thick with tension, the room almost silent save for the hushed voices amongst the denizens. From within the crowd a rather short man emerged from the bodies and stepped forward, draped in an intricate robes of green and black with gold colored accents. Though his stature was maybe four feet tall if he was lucky, the age was written into his face and marked by the slightly thinning, silver-kissed hair upon his head and in his short beard. He raised both his arms in a welcoming gesture as a hint of a smile tugged at his thin lips. "Welcome to Usque ar Hara, travelers," he greeted, his calm and low voice amplified by the chamber so he could be heard.
(The scene is still open to taking more players! Feel free to post your entrance to the scene~)
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Tate Trillings
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Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: Tate is a humanoid shark hybrid able to breathe on both land and water. His entire body is a blue color including the large fluffy ears on his head. His height is a little shy of 6ft and his body proportions matched those of an average male minus the tail of course.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears glasses not because he needs to but because it makes him look smart. He carries a leather satchel with papers and inks to write down notes that he'll use to turn into an article later. He dresses in a brown trench coat with loose black pants that he stuffs into brown leather boots. On his head, he wears a flat cap that makes him look like a reporter as well as a large scarf when the weather gets nippy.
Registered: Feb 11, 2020 22:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Tate Trillings on Apr 24, 2020 11:41:47 GMT -8
Tate Trillings decided to visit a different nation while the situation in Isra continues. He has never been to Usque and thought this would be the perfect time. Tate learned that there is a quest to retrieve a stone tablet needed for the new queen's coronation. If he were able to get his hands on that tablet and bring it back, maybe he too would be able to have a few words with the new queen. Oh the things he would do for a scoop right now.
He straightens out his garments as he pushes open the doors to the throne room. People who look upon the reporter will be quite surprised to see a very large shark with the body of a man but the face of a shark. Two soft and touchable ears stick out from underneath the cap he wears as well as his large shark tail. He clutches onto his bag cautiously as he looks about the throne room. Being in such a noble place felt intimidating. He gulped down a breath of air listening to the man draped in robes of green and black speak.
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Apr 24, 2020 23:19:47 GMT -8
Mina had never been exposed to so many eyes on her from so many varying degrees of elevation, though a part of her was pleased that she wasn't the shortest person on the palace grounds.
She let out a nervous "Hey" as she was flanked by the far more professional looking Brian. She thought about his comment for a brief moment as she continued to gaze about at the strange creatures who ruled this land. She imagined them trying to fight with their fists just as her eyes came across a centaur. Something in her stomach winced.
"On most days I'd rather be punched than trampled." She said to Brian under her breath. Unlike him, she was wary to underestimate these people.
In reply to the welcoming dwarf, Mina said "Thank you. I'm honored to be received." Her tone was hardly graceful, but she tried to be genuine. She'd turn back to the opening doors to see a... mermaid... shark... hybrid...
"Woah."
Strangely, the glasses and leather cap gave her the impression that the creature was friendly, perhaps a fellow adventurer or messenger from a distant land. She'd exchange a questioning glance with Brian if he too turned back to look.
While all this transpired, anyone with magical inclination would probably sense that Mina... had no magical talent whatsoever. However, they'd also notice a distinct presence floating around her. It seemed animated, observing anything odd and putting itself in between her and anything particularly dangerous looking. Now it hovered above Mina, and it would seem to be interested in Tate. Of course, those with no magical inclination would sense nothing at all.
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Brian Mac Cathail
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Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with darker skin and a short buzz-cut. His eyes are a dark olive green, with flecks of dark yellow around the pupil.
Clothes and Equipment: Brian wears chain mail armor, covered by a collared blue tabard, which extends to just above his ankles. He wields a large polearm, with a hooked blade and straight blade on either end. He also has a light sword strapped to his back.
Registered: Dec 20, 2019 20:22:10 GMT -8
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Post by Brian Mac Cathail on Apr 28, 2020 7:20:23 GMT -8
Brian chuckled in response to Mina. "The only thing that will send these guys running and trampling you is a plate of fine cheese, or wine. Believe me, I know."
He turned his attention to the dwarf who greeted him. Bowing his head and nodding, he replied, "Thank you. I'm glad to be of assistance." He straightened up. As he did so, the strange shark-person caught his eye. Turning his head, Brian examined the being carefully. "What is that?" He asked under his breath. "Is it some sort of servant?"
Brian folded his arms and tilted his head slightly, watching the shark-being carefully.
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Usquean Fairytales
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Roleplay posts: 6
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Apr 5, 2020 19:17:08 GMT -8
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Post by Usquean Fairytales on Apr 29, 2020 4:48:24 GMT -8
The words of the arrivals and their very presence seemed to antagonize the whispers until it was almost an audible buzz around the throne room. Brian would be met with several hard stares, including a massive, male centaur that counted with a single hoof and huffed - looking rather itchy for a less-than-friendly encounter. But no one stepped out of line or spoke out against them.
There was a faint twinkling somewhere around the room, and a gaggle of pixies no bigger than birds fluttered down behind the strange-looking shark creature - peering with curiosity and picking and poking with little respect for personal space. They had never seen anything like it before, not even in their dreams. What WAS it?
The Chancellor descended the steps that led up to the empty throne in the back and brought his thin hands together at his waist as he looked up to the three of them. "Would I be correct in assuming the declaration for aid is what brought you here to our lands?" he asked politely, still maintaining a small but friendly smile - despite how he couldn't help a wandering eye to Tate or the timid yet mystery-aired Mina.
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Gaelira Daezumin
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: ???
Physical Description: Almost six foot tall and about 140 pounds, Gaelira compares to her brother the most as the second daughter and third child of the family. She has the same brilliant, soft blonde hair though she keeps it hacked short - a few odd streaks of a luminescent blue in the strands on her right-hand side, which is matched by intricate markings on that cheek and brow. The eyes are mismatched, the left being the original grey while the right is also affected and touched with blue. Her figure has modest curves with strong legs and toned arms, hands bearing few callouses with further odd markings on her right hand and forearm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Adventurer's gear and garb, complete with a thick belt heavy with pouches and pockets of several tools and a journal filled with notes. There is also a simple, short dagger of Usquean Quicksilver steel in a leather sleeve on that same belt. There's also a plain satchel slung over her shoulder, settled on her back with an angled strap.
An ornate gauntlet on the right hand doesn't match most of the attire she wears, but seems more akin to the odd tools in her bags with a rustic bronze color metal - a palm trigger springing the perceived plates into a miniature crossbow. A set of spectacles hanging from a strap about her neck are of the same Usquean metal, save the glass lenses.
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Mar 22, 2020 20:16:09 GMT -8
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Post by Gaelira Daezumin on Apr 29, 2020 5:02:16 GMT -8
This was way too good an opportunity to pass up. The Usque was looking to reestablish the hierarchy and place a new queen on the throne - something that hadn't been done in her lifetime, but maybe perhaps her mother's YEARS ago. As soon as she had gotten the first whispers from the trees about the call for help she had scrambled to get out of the underground and get to the Usque ar Hara as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her boots padding rapidly on the paved steps announced her arrival, and she found she wasn't the only one here - granted, she was the only Usquean as far as she could tell. And the Chancellor was addressing them in a more personal space, causing her to skid to a wobbly stop and clap her jaw shut. She regained her composure and took just a couple of steps back to place herself behind the two humans and the...
WHAT WAS THAT? There was no stopping Gaelira from staring with the interest of a scholar with a new potential discovery. Without breaking her gaze away she slipped one hand into a pouch for her pen and into the underside of her back pack to slide out a worn, bark-covered journal so she could make a sketch and some notes - having completely forgotten about the initial reason she had arrived for.
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Apr 30, 2020 9:09:14 GMT -8
Mina suppressed a smirk. Brian's comment actually made her feel better about herself. She remembered that although she wasn't the most battled tested warrior, she was still a warrior, and she needn't fear judgement from wine and cheese eating nobles. She had her own valid experiences to bring to the table.
But perhaps she spoke too soon. The escalation of their whispers cued her in on the possibility that many of the individuals here may have superior senses and knew what they were saying.
Perhaps they should stick to business.
Now what would be a businessy way of answering the Chancellor's question?
"Yes. My name is Mina..." Her faced turned slightly red when she realized she had no true title to introduce herself with, or even a last name to share. "I received the request through my heroes' guild. I've been mostly serving as supplemental security and doing entry level mercenary work and I..."
The eyes and whispers seemed to grow hotter.
"I, echem, well, you asked for help. And I... Well I answered. Because, that's what we are supposed to do when... someone asks for help."
She was feeling stupider by the second.
The presence floating above Mina's head turned its attention towards the belligerent centaur, which might not see it, but would probably sense it was being watched by something.
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Tate Trillings
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: Tate is a humanoid shark hybrid able to breathe on both land and water. His entire body is a blue color including the large fluffy ears on his head. His height is a little shy of 6ft and his body proportions matched those of an average male minus the tail of course.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears glasses not because he needs to but because it makes him look smart. He carries a leather satchel with papers and inks to write down notes that he'll use to turn into an article later. He dresses in a brown trench coat with loose black pants that he stuffs into brown leather boots. On his head, he wears a flat cap that makes him look like a reporter as well as a large scarf when the weather gets nippy.
Registered: Feb 11, 2020 22:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Tate Trillings on Apr 30, 2020 10:18:21 GMT -8
Tate wiggles his snout at the pixies milling around him. He didn't mind, but he feared if he turned his head too quickly he might bump into one. The only discomfort they gave him was their extreme proximity to him. It was an odd feeling having such creatures so close. He looks around curiously at the other people as they looked at him. He smiles at the presence that hovered above Mina before replying to the Chancellor.
"I am not usually an adventurer but a reporter by trade, but retrieving this stone tablet may allow me the opportunity to squeeze in a few words with the new queen."
He said meekly, but firmly as if he's sure of the notion. "but of course I am always willing to help those that need a helping hand just like what the woman before me said." He nods towards Mina acknowledging her words.
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Brian Mac Cathail
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with darker skin and a short buzz-cut. His eyes are a dark olive green, with flecks of dark yellow around the pupil.
Clothes and Equipment: Brian wears chain mail armor, covered by a collared blue tabard, which extends to just above his ankles. He wields a large polearm, with a hooked blade and straight blade on either end. He also has a light sword strapped to his back.
Registered: Dec 20, 2019 20:22:10 GMT -8
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Post by Brian Mac Cathail on Jun 15, 2020 17:51:45 GMT -8
Brian nodded in reply to the Chancellor.
"You'd be correct, sire. I've come to assist with the finding of this tablet." He scratched the back of his head, not sure what to say next.
"It only seems fair to help others of the higher class." He said after a moment's pause.
He glanced at Tate and Mina, waiting for their replies.
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Usquean Fairytales
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Apr 5, 2020 19:17:08 GMT -8
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Post by Usquean Fairytales on Jun 17, 2020 21:32:43 GMT -8
The halfling man inhaled deeply and let out a breath, seeming rather relieved at the answers. Though the group was rather diverse and odd, it was good to know that so many were here to assist on such an important task - though his eyes settled momentarily with raised brows on Gaelira. It was nice to see a natural denizen here to help; more than likely, this would help ensure fewer accidents between the foreigners and the forest. "Then we are pleased to welcome you again. We have a task of utmost importance for the coming days - a very ancient but priceless artifact in the shape of a carved tablet, crucial in the coronation of our coming queen and an icon of her position. We MUST have it before the crown settles upon her brow. "Sadly, we have little information on where it might be and no hands to retrieve it should it be consumed by the long-still shadows of the Usque. This is where yours strong backs and experienced arms will serve to make this a hopefully swift task to complete. I already have a cart and some supplies being prepped for your travels - this will help with transporting the artifact when you find it." A gentle nod of his head was made towards the Elven woman in the back of the small group. "And with the help of a fellow Usquean, this should help make your search a touch easier."
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Tate Trillings
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: Tate is a humanoid shark hybrid able to breathe on both land and water. His entire body is a blue color including the large fluffy ears on his head. His height is a little shy of 6ft and his body proportions matched those of an average male minus the tail of course.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears glasses not because he needs to but because it makes him look smart. He carries a leather satchel with papers and inks to write down notes that he'll use to turn into an article later. He dresses in a brown trench coat with loose black pants that he stuffs into brown leather boots. On his head, he wears a flat cap that makes him look like a reporter as well as a large scarf when the weather gets nippy.
Registered: Feb 11, 2020 22:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Tate Trillings on Jun 18, 2020 18:56:54 GMT -8
"thank you greatly for the supplies. We will be sure to bring the tablet back in time for the coronation." With that said, Tate decides to go and get acquainted with the other members who will be embarking on the trip with him. If they are to adventure together, it would be a good idea to know who everyone is and what their strengths are. Who knows, maybe his traveling companions will have an interesting story of their own.
Tate approaches Brian first and extends his hand in greeting. The shark humanoid has hands like those of a human but with a blue color typically not found on normal human species. "The name is Tate Trillings, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Jun 22, 2020 10:26:48 GMT -8
Mina's eyes quickly darted to and away from Tate's smile. So Tate could sense it huh? That must mean he is magically inclined.
She remembered Doobie's warning from the past that there might be other people possessing spirits like her, and that not all of them were friendly. But she quickly realized she was getting ahead of herself. Tate needn't have comprehended the full extent of the presence to smile at it. It'd be a bit like smiling at a poltergeist, something that you just knew was there even if you couldn't really see its true form.
She nodded as the halfling finished his explanation. So there were no clues about its exact location. Still, that wouldn't make it impossible to locate. She thought back to her experiences with the city guard and how they were sometimes asked to retrieve stolen valuables.
"So, how was the tablet separated from your people? Were there interested third parties involved?" As she said this, she also turned her head to the Usquean, Gaelira.
Tate meanwhile was introducing himself to Brian. That was good. She liked to see people make friends with each other, especially interspecies friends. She'd smile genially at them before turning back to the Usqueans to try to get more information.
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Gaelira Daezumin
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: ???
Physical Description: Almost six foot tall and about 140 pounds, Gaelira compares to her brother the most as the second daughter and third child of the family. She has the same brilliant, soft blonde hair though she keeps it hacked short - a few odd streaks of a luminescent blue in the strands on her right-hand side, which is matched by intricate markings on that cheek and brow. The eyes are mismatched, the left being the original grey while the right is also affected and touched with blue. Her figure has modest curves with strong legs and toned arms, hands bearing few callouses with further odd markings on her right hand and forearm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Adventurer's gear and garb, complete with a thick belt heavy with pouches and pockets of several tools and a journal filled with notes. There is also a simple, short dagger of Usquean Quicksilver steel in a leather sleeve on that same belt. There's also a plain satchel slung over her shoulder, settled on her back with an angled strap.
An ornate gauntlet on the right hand doesn't match most of the attire she wears, but seems more akin to the odd tools in her bags with a rustic bronze color metal - a palm trigger springing the perceived plates into a miniature crossbow. A set of spectacles hanging from a strap about her neck are of the same Usquean metal, save the glass lenses.
Allegiances: Usque
Registered: Mar 22, 2020 20:16:09 GMT -8
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Post by Gaelira Daezumin on Sept 6, 2020 3:18:38 GMT -8
Gaelira's ear poised at Mina twitched when she was spoken to but her focus was on the shark... thing... and her pen quickly scribbled across an once-blank page, seeming to jot down a rather accurate sketch as well as any notes on the neighboring page. It was after several seconds of awkward silence that she realized that she had been rude and probably was seen as ignoring the human that was pointed at her.
"Huh? Oh, the tablet! Right!" She cleared her throat and thumbed through the worn pages scrawled from edge to edge with more work. "I'm sorry, I'm a little frazzled. Where did it... goooo..." She grumbled and flipped faster, before finding the front cover and then going back through them again. She got through maybe half this pages this time and grumbled before clapping it shut. "Apologies, it must be in another journal. Uh, the tablet - I personally don't know what happened that removed it. In fact, I have little information regarding that far in history. I confess, my interests have been more into the Dwarven archeology and uncovering the remains of their technological prowess from the Underground and the ruins across the Usque - their culture and history is just riddled with mysteries of their mechanations.
"BUT. What I do know is that, not only does the tablet hold hierarchical significance for the raising of a new queen, it is likely THRUMMING with endless mana like much of the aged spectacles within the Usque. There is so much ancient magic that flows through this land like unseen water, and the older the more powerful - if not also the more dangerous. So the tablet is extremely important, and I can only hope than in it's absence it has NOT seen it's way into devious hands of any sort - and in all likelihood the very trees hid it as to avoid it leaving to become a tool in the hands of an imbecile from beyond here."
She finally stopped to take a breath, and a rather deep one as her lungs screamed at her for the babble. "Again, apologies. Gaelira Daezumin, Usqean researcher and scientist," she greeted, jutting out her open left hand for a polite shake.
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Brian Mac Cathail
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 24
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with darker skin and a short buzz-cut. His eyes are a dark olive green, with flecks of dark yellow around the pupil.
Clothes and Equipment: Brian wears chain mail armor, covered by a collared blue tabard, which extends to just above his ankles. He wields a large polearm, with a hooked blade and straight blade on either end. He also has a light sword strapped to his back.
Registered: Dec 20, 2019 20:22:10 GMT -8
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Post by Brian Mac Cathail on Dec 2, 2020 15:07:24 GMT -8
Brian accepted Tate's handshake. "My name's Brian." He replied. "Nice to meet you as well." He glanced at Gaelira.
"That's quite a bit of information. Sounds like you're just the person we'll need for this... quest."
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