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 12, 2015 12:45:50 GMT -8
Rani waited around, meditating. She would be away from land for a long time and would have to rely much on the water elemental to give her power, one of the elements she was least familiar with; only knowing it by rain and lakes previously.
After some time meditating she got up and walked along the coastline while she knew there was still time. While walking, a hunk of driftwood came in on a wave in front of her. She quickly grabbed it before the tide could take it away, "Thank you."
Rani took her gift from the sea and headed back to the ship. It would probably look strange, her carrying a piece of wood covered in weeds. She'd meet up with her companions again and smiled, "Da sea gave me a present. I'll make use of it."
She was not there for the story Max told.
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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 12, 2015 12:51:24 GMT -8
Hirhan had to drop his book on the floor to catch the blade, which he (to his own surprise) did successfully.
"Hirhan pouted. Why does no one want a curse? Whoever invented the term should have considered the negative connotations..."
He blathered on about public image or something.
Excellent, I will get to your sword after I finish with Ralf's shield. No sense in disarming the entire party at once!"
He handed Max back his sword, then gathered his things into his bag.
Now, I will get to that shield. If anyone needs me, I will be in my cabin."
He walked away, gesticulating his hands as he walked, as if he was drawing out some sort of diagram in the air. He walked right into the (closed) door, muttered something, then continued on deeper into the ship.
"A shield" , he muttered aloud to himself as he entered his cabin, a cozy if claustrophobic closet of a room with a small porthole for light, a thin bed, and a set of drawers. It was clean, for now. He set the shield onto the floor, wishing he had more space. Around the shield he traced a perfect circle in white chalk (he had quite a few simple but remarkably useful curses), which he flanked in turn with a ring of runes and sigils. Stopping his work on the circle for a moment, Hirhan opened his bag, emptying it's contents onto the bed. A squirrel ran out, which required some quick thinking to return back to the bag. When did I last feed that thing? No matter.
Hirhan had at first considered a daemon artifact, but had decided against it. Sure daemons and the like were excellent power-sources, but people tended to feel queezy about imprisoning anything in their gear-good or evil. Oh bother, he would have to do some artificing. Incense was lit and Hirhan began to chant, his words slurring from human speech into something otherworldly and inhuman. Out came his athame, which he used to again prick his finger. The blood hovered above the shield, gyrating in concentric rings of crimson liquid. The runes he had scribbled earlier: Asgeirian runes, began to glow, their sapphire glow casting sinister shadows throughout the cabin. Onto the shield's edges he traced the same runes with his knife. Wherever the blade passed the metal formed a tiny valley, the metal moving on it's own as if it where parting around the athame's tip. Concentration was critical here, and Hirhan's hand was steady. The ship could have been burning around him and he would not have noticed, so focused was the scholar on his hands and the shield. Completing the circle of runes along the shield's edge the lights flared one last time before simmering. Instantly Hirhan felt a deluge of energy flee from his body. He set aside the dagger before collapsing onto his bed. He sank into the pile of books and gadgets, unbelievably tired. He had done it, and it was a masterwork.
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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 12, 2015 14:52:14 GMT -8
Ralf had picked up Hirhan's beastiary when he put it on the floor. It had some interesting pictures that Ralf took a liking in. In no way could he read the writing, but at least there were pictures.
He flipped through the pages, taking in the images of great serpents, beasts, krakens, and all sorts of different things. He even found images of legendary Asgeirian sea beasts - and they looked vastly familiar. Wonder if old Hirhan can teach a Varan to read, Ralf thought, interested in the undertaking. He could read Varan and some Vessian, but this Hirhanic nonsense made no sense.
By then Hirhan had vanished into the cabin with his shield and there stood Max and Rani, the latter of which who held a plank of wood of all things. "Rani," Ralf chuckled, "the sea has more to offer you than mere pieces of wood. There be pearlstones for a lady like yourself. If it's driftwood you're after, there's plenty to be found around the isles north of Asgeir."
Ralf once more looked into the horizon, enjoying the sight. "So, friends, ever been at sea? What did you make of it?"
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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 12, 2015 16:10:36 GMT -8
"The water wants me to make someting wit it obviously!" Rani sits down and gets out a knife from her bag. She begins cutting into the wood instinctively after setting the weeds on it to the side, she'd maybe use the weeds later. "When I was meditating I learned that in the late years of their life one of my ancestors had left their people and traveled across a vast body of water in da south where he would find an island to live on for his remaining days in peace."
Rani meticulously jabs the knife into the wood and carves out a round socket. "He didn't worry about leaving his family behind, he knew they be okay. He made a new home on the island and made totems and idols honoring different Loa to pass time."
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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 12, 2015 16:18:14 GMT -8
Leiron landed Asadobres aboard the ships bow. There was just enough room for the dragon to move about. As Leiron dismounted he spoke to Asadobres, "Try not to scratch it up with your claws" He walked past Rani, spear in hand. He stopped. "What are you doing?"
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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 12, 2015 16:21:11 GMT -8
"Is that so?" Ralf watched Rani as she carved the plank of wood. "You're an eye-opener Rani. I mean, everyone is, since everywhere I've been is different from Asgeir. but you... you're entirely different. I've never met someone as varied and different as yourself." Leiron then walked over and was interested in Rani.
"Hello, Leiron," Ralf said casually, delighted to see him. Ralf looked at Max next. "So Max, what do you think of this... Mesiaris beast. Do you believe the tale is true?"
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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 12, 2015 16:34:47 GMT -8
"I am glad that you are able to see. It is difficult when your eyes are closed." Rani tossed the chunks she carved off back into the water and turned the thick chunk of wood to carve slivers off a different side. "The water gave me this so I could make it into something to honor it, so I will have a safe journey across it. I am carving it to be a small totem."
"What is Mesiaris?" Rani asked, as she was not there for the story, remaining focused on her carving.
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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 12, 2015 16:55:22 GMT -8
"So it's like a... good luck charm of some type then?" By now Ralf had sort of relied on Hirhan to explain things of magical or superstitious origin, despite not really understanding it all. "Sounds like what my ancestors did. They too carved totems to honor the gods and goddesses. Gods who ruled the sea, who blew into our sails, and who carried us into lands unknown."
"But onto the Mesiaris. It's a sea creature, which Max says can bring down whole ships! Like a shark, only the size of a whole whale. Quite fascinating, if I do say so myself. Perhaps your totem can protect us from such a monster, aye? I would not mind seeing such a marvel. Maybe Max can tell us more."
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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 12, 2015 17:19:53 GMT -8
"Maybe it could." Rani chipped away more wood, "I doubt a large creature would understand a totem though."
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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 12, 2015 17:32:28 GMT -8
Leiron listened to Rani and Ralf talk on. While Leiron listened to them he was examining his spear. Why would the Sage give him something he had no experience with? Suddenly Lerion had an idea. "Ralf, are you practiced with the spear?" It was going to be a long journey and if Ralf could train him with a spear while they sailed he might find use for the weapon.
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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 12, 2015 17:32:47 GMT -8
"Perhaps there is a power in the totem that makes it go away, no?" Ralf and Rani's discussion was then interrupted by Leiron.
"The spear is one of the most commonly used weapons in the entire world," Ralf replied, obviously interested in discussion of martial arts. "Varan are taught to use the spear at a young age. The Unproven who bolster our militias tend to use spears in conjunction with shields to stave off cavalry, or defend key positions such as a hill. So yes, I've had experience with the spear. But that's about it."
Ralf drew his sword from its sheath and examined it. "My preferred weapon is a sword, like this one." He then patted on his back with his free hand, shaking the family sword which hung on his shoulder. "This is my family sword, which has been used by the Valgards for a very long time. It was apparently melted down from Targ the Raper's greatsword. Where the remaining steel of his greatsword went, I know not."
Ralf sheathed his sword and looked at Leiron again. "Spears are... cumbersome to me. They're long and effective at long-range melee, and spear walls are nigh impenetrable. But in a duel, I don't feel safe with a spear. I could easily dodge and duck below spears, and I feel others would do the same. I don't think the spear is such a great weapon to have at close range. You can poke and jab with it. As far as spinning around and jumping with it, I feel it takes to long. I'd rather keep a reliable sword at my side," Ralf patted his sheathed sword, "which is effective in close combat in almost any situation, that won't snap, and is easy to use. Why do you ask?"
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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 12, 2015 17:57:38 GMT -8
The thought of Ralf's longsword being legendary was surprisingly similar to the elvish blades he wielded. This gave Leiron a new appreciation for the Varan.
"The Sage gave me the weapon but I have no experience with it what so ever. My elvish tribe only taught the Bow, the Blade and the Shield." He spoke the weapons names as if they were somehow holy, which to his tribe they were. He tried taking a stance with the spear. He placed his feet about shoulder with apart, put his weight on his back leg. He gripped the spear with two hands, one in the center of the spear and the other halfway down to the pummel. He raised his left hand (back hand) up slightly and his right hand down. Knees and elbows bent. He did and imaginary thrust, through which he shifted his weight from his back foot to his front. The imaginary attack was fast and powerful, the mythril weapon sung when it moved. Unsure of his technique he asked, "Was that anywhere near correct?"
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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 12, 2015 18:12:11 GMT -8
"Pretty much," Ralf said with a grin. "You have everything about right: stand sideways-like, feet parted like so, and knees bent. Use your dominant hand and hold the bottom of the spear overhanded, then use your other hand to hold the spear about halfway down the shaft with an underhanded grip. Tip the point downwards only slightly. Keep your rear foot dug into the ground to brace yourself. This is how Varan were trained. A spear's advantage lies in it's length, and if used effectively can keep opponents at bay. You can use it to knock away weapons, thrust it into the gut if your opponent, among other things."
Ralf recounted the spear masters he had seen in his travels. "But I've seen others who spin, twirl, and leap everywhere with spears. It's to flashy for my tastes, but it did look pretty unpredictable and intimidating. Perhaps you could adopt such a style."
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Engara
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 12
Physical Description: Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Pale skin with black markings on skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Currently a rhino skin coat is his only excess piece of clothing besides his pants and shoes. He has a few throwing stars, but nothing else.
Registered: May 14, 2015 20:40:34 GMT -8
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Post by Engara on Aug 12, 2015 18:56:41 GMT -8
Engara and his group stood there, taking in the ships main deck and the view around them. They could hear voices coming from somewhere, but they didn't care. Engara looked at his men and smirked a bit. He'd lift his right hand and begin making hand signals.
Immediately the group of pirate soldiers took off. In a matter of seconds sails were dropping and an anchor was raising. Since nobody acknowledged their existence, they decided to simply take this ship. In less than two minutes, the ship was moving.
Engara would look at Sampson, "Why don't you take the wheel, Cap-E-Tone!"
Sampson would salute and vanish to the wheel on the deck. He'd puff on his cigar and puff out his chest. Sampson was happy, he was piloting the ship. Best part, nobody was around and Engara was by himself on the deck, so if someone realized what was going on, they would think Engara was just a young boy from some tribe wanting to sail.
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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 12, 2015 19:57:31 GMT -8
As expected, the young man took an interest in stories of danger and beasts in the water. ''I don't think it matters to be honest'' ''Maybe the creature truly does exist and sunk down every ship, maybe a bunch of drunk sailors saw something that didn't exist, but the message is the same: don't fuck with what you don't understand.'' ''But if it does exist and if we per chance happen to come across it then well...it won't make a moral story out of me'' A mix of hypocrisy and confidence rolled off his tongue perhaps, considering he killed a forest deity with no regards for what it truly meant less than a week ago, but at the same time he did slay a deity. ''Last time I was at sea, sailing towards the east, I heard another variation of the tale, the old sailor claimed the beast's tally count was up to 175 ships sunk, and over 300 men eaten alive.''
It was not long till Leiron made another appearance, seemingly absent from most of their activity with the Traveler and on the boat, he landed on the deck with spear in hand and dragon in tow. ''Heh, reminds me of an old painting I once got as a reward from a contract. What was it called?'' He looked down towards the wood for a minute ''The Elven Herald And The Serpentine of Old. Fetched me a month's worth of food, drink and inn rooms.'' However unlike the subject of the painting, Leiron seemed rather uncomfortable with the spear, seemingly unable to understand why it was given to him as his chosen gift, he proceeded to prod the Varan on how to use the weapon, and Max did nothing but relocate towards the captain's deck, right besides the red baboon taking control of the ship- The red baboon taking control of the ship.
''You know, your master better explain himself because unless i'v been mislead, you're not the captain of this boat.''
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Sparrow
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 23
Physical Description: n/a
Clothes and Equipment: n/a
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 20:34:13 GMT -8
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Post by Sparrow on Aug 12, 2015 20:06:25 GMT -8
A young man answered these invaders. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He had a metal tube attached to a wooden handle pointed at Engara, he had been pumping magic into the device since they boarded. A second one was held in his right hand and was not aimed. "Fuckin Pirates! You think you can just take the ship over!"
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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 13, 2015 12:35:55 GMT -8
Ralf was interested in Max's going-ons, but another person - Sparrow - interrupted them. He began to yell at a group of strangers who had also boarded the ship. Ralf was more or less uninterested in what was going on until the Sparrow fellow said 'pirates'. Max also noticed this and approached the fellows.
"Pirates?" Ralf quickly paced up the captain's cabin alongside Max. "What's this mess about pirates," Ralf barged in between everyone, his sword hand on his hilt, ready to draw his blade if needed.
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Chop The Dog
Established
*Bark!*
Roleplay posts: 18
Physical Description: Chop the dog
A Golden Retriever.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a worn leathery collar that has a tin plate with a single word imprinted on it: ‘Chop'
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 14:57:04 GMT -8
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Post by Chop The Dog on Aug 13, 2015 13:48:47 GMT -8
Chop was not very taken by the talk about sea monsters and totems. However, a monkey heading towards the captains deck, now THAT was something amusing! Chop finished his lunch (Breakfast? Dinner? Food.) and took off to the rear of the ship with the ape. As it took the wheel, Chop sat besides it, taking a playful pose. Since to baboon didn't seem to take notice, Chop shoved him and started barking. Just testing the waters. Let's see if it wants to play...
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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 13, 2015 13:51:04 GMT -8
The shouting outside woke the sleeping wizard, who groaned as he rose from his bed of books and gadgets. "What in the heavens is everyone yelling about?" He muttered to himself, brushing a atomatic aetherometer and a smutty handbook on Faeries off his shins and into the pile of junk at the bed's base. He rubbed his eyes. How long had he been asleep for? He felt rejuvenated, so it couldn't have been too short a nap. Abandoning his room and the accompanying mess, Hirhan exited his room, taking his combat gear and the shield with him. Peering out onto the deck through the tiny window of the door which opened up onto the deck, he saw a gang of burly looking men, a kid in a robe, and a strangely dressed man who give of the aura of a combat mage. Ralf and Leiron were there too, and Ralf looked about three seconds away from smiting the nearest stranger.
"Oh dear", he muttered to himself, conjuring an illusion. To those outside, it would appear as though Hirhan had opened the door and walked out onto the ship's deck. In reality, he was still inside peering through the peephole. The conjuration spoke.
"What is this I hear, coming back from my nice little nap? Pirates? PIRATES? Someone with a lick of sense please tell me what in the heavens is going on, or by all the celestial beings above I will turn the first man who looks at me funny into a deaf-mute manatee! My dear, do people even have manners these days. When I was young pirates would at least send you terms and conditions in a sealed canister before boarding your ship. Bah. Well, is someone going to explain this all, or are we going to stand here like slack-jawed buffoons?"
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Engara
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 12
Physical Description: Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Pale skin with black markings on skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Currently a rhino skin coat is his only excess piece of clothing besides his pants and shoes. He has a few throwing stars, but nothing else.
Registered: May 14, 2015 20:40:34 GMT -8
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Post by Engara on Aug 13, 2015 15:03:09 GMT -8
"Jeez, what did I do?! Yes, the baboon is mine, but I have no idea who those guys are!" Engara responded, "How do you think I could control those guys?! I'm just a kid!"
In the meantime, Engara had been working a subtle magic that would easily fall unnoticed. From the moment Sparrow drew his weapon, Engara was drawing sand from his satchel through his garbs, residing in his sleeves. He was ready to defend, but hopefully he could slicktalk his way out of it.
As for Sampson, he'd look at the dog with an odd look. His mane would stand up and he would lean in a little. He'd lift the front of his red captains hat, revealing one side of his face.
After looking for a second at the dog, he'd take a quick sniff and a puff on his cigar. He knew the dog wasn't wanting to hurt him.
With a few ooos and aaaas, Sampson was trying to talk to the dog. He'd point and use his hands to try to talk also. If the dog could communicate, Sampson was saying, "You can be alpha of the ship too! If you help me sail, i'll play later! It's my dream! I even got this hat and cigar to be a ship alpha! Please! If not, we'll miss all the good stuff because they'll put us up from danger!"
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