Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 5, 2015 16:20:02 GMT -8
"Asgeirian runes? I could teach you if you want, or just transcribe for you. I am familiar with the most common runes, but if you require a full grasp of the language I would have to go back to my Ashen Tower. As for the extinct being of pure magic... the only creatures I am aware of that can create their own magic are elementals, daemons, angels, and phoenixes. If more exist... oh, this is SO EXCITING! We must go at once! Sage, where would you have us travel?" The sage answered.
A merry twinkle glimmered in Hirhan's eyes. The day had started great, and now it was getting better. As the next person spoke he would take the vambrace from his hands and strap it onto his right forearm. The gleam of the metal contrasted nicely with the tan of his overcoat... it was such a shame he would have to cover it up. He removed it, pulled back his sleaves, and wrapped it around his undershirt. Carefully he pulled the overcoat back over the vambrace, the voluminous sleeves easily accommodating the slender mitheral piece. He stood to leave.
"Many thanks for your hospitality, and your gifts wise sage. I will depart now to the Free City... I would like to arrive with plenty of time to spare, so that I might have an opportunity to charge my vambrace."
Hirhan would wait for the others to reply before leaving for the door. Unlike Leiron and Max, he had no mount. On the way he would stop to acquire a horse from a village.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 20:00:57 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 16:21:55 GMT -8
The Sage smiled and spoke, "That would take the fun out of it. The Traveler is on his way to the Free City. He seeks something there. I suggest you go to the Citadel and wait for his arrival. Oh and get some rest. It will be at least a day until he arrives after you."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Aug 5, 2015 18:27:40 GMT -8
Rani finishes drinking her tea and gets up, "I'll be headin' out now." She'd remain just outside for a short time. Then head to the Southern Checkpoint of the Free City.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 5, 2015 19:20:53 GMT -8
<Exit to the Free City Southern Checkpoint>
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Leiron
Dedicated
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 23
Physical Description: The elf was of tanned skin, his hair was brushed back and so blonde it seemed white. He had a scar that started under his right eye and ended half way down his angular face. His cheekbones were high and his face long. His upper body was much bulkier than other elves she had known but his legs were just as gangly. Though you could hardly tell with the thickness of his grieves. Looking at his eyes, they are large like most elves. Silver with ring of blue around his pupil
Clothes and Equipment: ________________________________________________________
Leiron wears a long green sleeved tunic and faded black cloth trousers. Over them he wears bracers, a jerkin with leather scales on hte chest shoulders and arms, boot greaves, and 2 leg satchels, and 3 belts. All are dark brown leather with elvish designs pressed into them. He also has a full helm made of the same material and elvish design. They all have black fur accents except the belts. Over his armor is long, black, cloth gilet which has some elvish embroidery on the edges and black fur and leather over its shoulders. Each belt has a purpose. One belt hangs slightly to the left and holds the scabbard for his sword. Another belt hangs to the right and holds a quiver. and the last and widest (6 inches wide) belt simply holds up his pants... and provides a bit of extra armor.
He has an elvish long sword sheathed at his left hip. a longbow rests across a small shield on his back. Both of which are of elvish design. A mythril spear 6" in length
Registered: Jun 12, 2015 13:24:52 GMT -8
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Post by Leiron on Aug 6, 2015 7:14:20 GMT -8
Leiron was busy putting the new armor on Asadobres. She held it in place so all he had to do was tighten the straps. He saw Hirhan leave followed by Rani. He didn't want to enter the city alone, he would catch up with one of the other members of the group when he was done.
It didn't take much longer to finish adjusting the straps. Lerion grabbed his spear and hopped on the back of Asadobres. He quickly realized he would have to make something to hold his spear or he wouldn't be able to use his bow.
Asadobres took off and flew away from the cottage. After a few minutes she had caught up Rani and landed beside her.
Leiron dismounted and walked beside her. "I hate being in cities alone."
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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 Aug 6, 2015 11:59:41 GMT -8
Ralf decided to follow Rani and Hirhan tot he Free City. Ralf had passed the Free City once before, but never actually entered it. It didn't take long before Leiron came and dropped beside Rani and followed them.
<Exit to the Free City>
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Aug 6, 2015 17:14:31 GMT -8
The blade. Such exquisite make, as sharp as an elven blade, a sturdy as a Dwarven axe. Mythril, clearly. A strong grip coated with high quality black leather, perfect for handling. Stronger hits with longer reach, and a finish so bright it could blind enemies in sheer darkness when removed from its equally well crafted black scabbard... For a moment, all he focused on was his pay for a hard day's of work. He could hear them babbling in the background about magic and wizards, but that did little to interest the man. His employer has, by his own testament, ran out of Mythril and thus has nothing further to offer to the slayer of the forest, and blade in hand ready to leave till the harnesser of the arcane said something. A hand removed from one's throat.
Everything froze still right then. His pierced heart beat twice as hard and blood flew through the rope marks around his neck. The Sage could only mean one thing, and one thing by that. He gathered that they were to meet within the Free City, and so with renewed vigor Max mounted his horse, and galloped towards the Citadel.... <Exit towards Free City>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 18, 2024 20:00:57 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 13:33:13 GMT -8
The Ancient Sage returned to his home. A sack full mythril peices was scavenged from some pre-cata ruins the old wizard had knowledge of and were by no means cleaned out. The trek was long however the old man had time to spare.
He cast a silent spell removing dirt and debris from his clothes and body, a ball of the filth was thrown out of an open window magicly.
He kicked off his shoes and sat in his favorite seat. A teapot floated to him, a teacup as well. One filled the other and the Wizard had a nice drink.
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