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 15:13:06 GMT -8
"You approached the ship with these folks, you boarded the ship with these folks, and now you stand here with these folks, and you say you're not with these folks? Besides, like you said, you're just a kid. Someone's gotta look after you, and I know that dang... monkey ain't doing it. Don't play coy with us, kid," Ralf barked at the young'n.
Ralf sighed and released his sword's hilt, raising his hands up as a show of good faith. "Look, there doesn't have to be any fighting. But it would do us all some good if you told this... monkey thing to step away from the wheel. If you refuse that offer, then you're obviously pirates and you're trying to hijack this galley. I won't let this happen, and neither will these folks."
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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 13, 2015 15:23:08 GMT -8
Sparrow was in the corws nest watching what was going on in the port and had seen Engara order the pirates around. He had climed down when they moved to the ship. "Bullshit!" He released the magic building in his weapon and a fireball shot from the tube. He turned a wheel on the side of his weapon, changing the spell.
He aimed the other one, not at Engara but his feet. It only took a seconds to charge the spell in the device so if the fireball failed he had his next attack ready to go.
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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 18:20:08 GMT -8
"Look out!"
Ralf yelled out the warning when Sparrow dropped down from the crows nest, firing some sort of magical tube at Engara and his mates. He dove forward, crashing into the young Engara so as to tackle him to the ground and hopefully keep Sparrow's 'spell' from harming him.
Ralf quickly brought himself back up and unsheathed his sword, it's hissing sound so loud it was clearly heard by everyone on the boat. "Enough you damn buffoons," Ralf cried out. "I said no fighting... Got it? Hirhan, Max, be good lads and help me contain this! No one's killing anyone under MY watch, is that clear? Otherwise they'll be tied down to the heaviest piece of cargo I can find and thrown into the ocean. Food for Meisaris." Ralf winked at Max and gave out a slight grin. "We're going to get to the bottom of this now. Engara, what in the gods' name do you want?"
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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 13, 2015 19:43:25 GMT -8
"OI!" Sparrow, the first mate of the ship, was pissed at this point. "You do realize these guys are stealing the ship? The captain and over half the crew ain't even on board?" He adjusted his aim again at Engara, having no plans to harm the people that chartered the boat.
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Leiron
Dedicated
...
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 13, 2015 19:51:38 GMT -8
Leiron snuck up behind Sparrow. He had his spear in both hands, one near the pummle and the other near the spear head. He restrained Sparrow with his spear, looping it over his head and across his chest and upper arms. "Enough, we are at sea now and I am afraid we may be stuck out here if you have less than half your crew."
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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 20:21:28 GMT -8
Rather than reveal himself, Engara went with being tackled. When he stood up, he dusted himself off and laughed a bit. He'd keep his sand ready in his sleeves, not really needing anyone to save him.
"Calm down, grumpy pants. We're not here to steal this ship. The ship was sitting here, with nobody on deck. The weather is good and an urge to go hit me. So we dropped the sails and took off. What's an adventure without a little surprise?
But you are almost right. We are pirates, but we do have a few extra things we like to do for some side money..." Engara spoke, offering some honesty.
In the meanwhile, he was assuming control of the sands in the other satchels on the men. There was no extra movement to do this, just an extreme focus. If the situation didn't calm itself, he knew he would have to do it.
"Sampson won't hurt anything. He can sail a ship, but unless someone takes the wheel from him, he'll stay right there the whole ride." Engara spoke one last time.
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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 20:37:14 GMT -8
Sitting behind the porthole, Hirhan could see the energy pooling in Engara's sleeves through his lenses. A trick? Oh bother. His illusion spoke, as Hirhan willed it. Meanwhile the scholar began to channel a curse, the effort drawing lines on his forehead. He didn't want to waste the one he had stored in his gauntlet, so charging this would take some time. Luckily he was obscured from the events on the deck.
"Does anyone listen to me around here! I say to calm it, and half of you leap at one another! Disgraceful, really. Now, Boy, I can see what you are doing with that sand, and suggest you cool that too, before I am forced to intervene. Like it or not, I have a faster draw than any of you."
His illusion stood adamant, like a pillar. Illusionary wisps of energy began to orbit him, and his eyes exhibited a faint glow. Those who had met Hirhan before would note the replica was not perfect: the replica was slightly taller and considerably better looking than the real wizard.
As straining as it was to channel both the illusion and the growing curse at once, Hirhan had one more task to complete before things got ugly. He levitated Ralfs shield, allowing his existing illusion to mask it's flight until it reached the illusionary Hirhan's hand.
"Oh, and Ralf. This is yours. Enjoy."
The figure "threw" the shield to Ralf. Hirhan immediately stopped chanelling the spell once the throw reached it's apex, allowing gravity to do the rest.
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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 14, 2015 12:46:48 GMT -8
"Suprise?! You just hijacked a brig!" Sparrow was clearly not going to calm down. He struggled against Leirons spear. If he could get loose he was going to fight, that was clear. It would take something powerful to change his mind.
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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 14, 2015 13:18:31 GMT -8
Ralf held his arm out and let the shield slide onto his move in one quick move, while his right hand still held his sword. It felt.. different... lighter for some reason, but durable too. "Hmm," Ralf said, noticing the changes that Hirhan had made.
By then, however, Leiron had come up and contained Sparrow with his pear, which Sparrow began to struggle against. He was pretty pissed off about the whole situation.
"Oh brother," Ralf sighed, hopped away from Engara, and pointed the tip of his blade at the baboon. "Son, tell this flee-trap to step away from the wheel if he values his life. Sparrow will be given command of the ship and we'll head back to the docks to let the rest of the crew on. This is how we're doing to do things, got it kid? Leiron, release Sparrow and allow him to take the wheel."
By now Ralf was rather frustrated. What turned out to be a good day was quickly becoming sour. He wasn't really sure what the hell was going on, nor who was telling the truth, but Sparrow seemed more honest than this child, Engara.
If Engara and his men did not let up, then Ralf would injure, or even kill the baboon. Ralf kept his eyes and his shield facing towards Engara, in case he tried something.
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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 14, 2015 18:39:37 GMT -8
"I know! Isn't a great surprise?!" Engara responded.
"Are you ready for another great surprise?!" Engara spoke loudly.
That moment, half of the sails went up and the ship would take a sharp right. The wind grabbing the remaining sails would immediately jerk the ship, and then the sharp turn of the wheel, any who weren't prepare would definitely be thrown off balance. To control the movements took a lot of strength and a lot of experience. Maybe someone would even take notice to the move.
The sails would drop and Sampson would slap the wheel back into place. Due to the ships tipover-tempting movement, it would allow Sparrow to be released and Ralf away from Sampson. The only thing unaffected besides Engara and his group would be the illusion if Hirhan didn't break his focus during the jerk.
In the meanwhile, this gave Engara the chance to pull all the sands from the satchels Sampson and the men carried. A semi transparent orb of sand spiraled around Engara. The two pirates on the sails held black powder pistols in both of their hands. Two aimed at Ralf and two at Sparrow.
"Never underestimate a pirate. I'll tell you, diplomacy goes a long way sometimes, and threatening Sampson was definitely not the way to go..." He spoke to Ralf.
"Thank you, sir, for restraining the maniac." He spoke to Leiron.
"Now, for everyone here. Even those who hide in the shadows. This ship IS sailing to an island. If you are scared of dragons and fire, jump now while you can swim back. My men WILL control the sails. Sampson will resign from the wheel and serve as your help, taking the wheel when the captain is gone.
I have no interest in harming anyone here. I am on a quest to sail, and if I see an empty ship, yes I will set sail in it. We can work together or we can put an end to many lives right now. If we work together, I don't want any monetary treasure found, I just want to map it and say i've been there." Engara spoke, having no idea that the others were preparing for the same quest; he understood the other beings positions, but bullying didn't work with his group.
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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 14, 2015 19:16:45 GMT -8
As the ship jerked rather roughly, Ralf had to reposition his footing to keep his balance. He was a Varan after all, and so the sudden movement of the galley didn't affect him as much as Engara would have hoped. As soon as the two pirates pointed weapons at Ralf he turned his enhanced mithril shield in their direction.
"I sought diplomacy," barked Ralf, "but you wasn't letting up. And this ship wasn't empty, it was boarded. It wasn't even yours to begin with. Yet you decided to take it? For what? To map a damn island? Foolish. Childish, is what it is. Oh wait, that's right, you ARE a child. Ralf sheathed his sword and lowered his shield. "I'm not afraid of a few bad pirates, much less a pathetic child and his surrogate baboon-father. This ship belongs to Captain Salty and Sparrow, whom we've paid to carry us to Darastrix. I suggest you tell this ape to go back to the docks, and pick up Salty, or hand over the ship to Sparrow and let him handle it. We have an important job to do and you're just slowing us down."
Ralf sighed and ignored all the commotion, walking away from the group and back down to where Rani was at.
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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 15, 2015 8:25:05 GMT -8
When the ship tilted Rani slid to the edge of the ship. She manages to keep hold of her work-in-progress totem and and her other stuff but her knife would slide off into the ocean. She couldn't continue carving until she got a new knife. This made her frustrated, "What's goin' on?!"
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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 15, 2015 8:30:34 GMT -8
Ralf had reached where Rani was and just patted her on the back. "Just a bunch of nonsense," Ralf angrily said. "Sorry, Rani, for my tone. We'll just stay out of this, aye? What's this, you lost your knife? Here, take this one." Ralf reached around on one of his pockets and withdrew a basic hunting knife. "I use it to skin game... but if you want to use it now, feel free to." Ralf handed Rani the hunting knife in case she wanted to use 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 15, 2015 12:13:35 GMT -8
"Ya... Oh tank you. I'll try not to ruin it." Rani accepted the knife, it was different from her knife that she was using but she could make it work.
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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 15, 2015 16:27:43 GMT -8
Hirhan's Illusion did not falter at all during the shake, as Hirhan had been primarily concentrating on his curse. After Engara finished his speech, Hirhan's illusion would speak.
"If you insist, the boat is yours. I have no desire to trade blows with you, so do as you wish. Just know that if you land a blow on my friends, I will not hesitate to retaliate, in full."
The illusion dissipated into a cloud of motes which blew with the wind, scattered to the ends of the earth. Hirhan stopped channeling his curse, the energy spent in it's casting returned to him in an instant. If it came down to a straight fight, Hirhan had his vambrace's curse, which he could cast instantaneously. Only a fully circling magical barrier could deflect such an attack. Hirhan's lenses picked something up, causing the wizard to nearly drop his rod in surprise. A daemon had possessed the boy, and was feeding the child's magical abilities. In the daemon's current vessel Hirhan could do little (save completely destroying said vessel), but he would be able to entrap such a being in a different vessel if he had the proper preparations in order.
I will have to bide my time them, Hirhan thought. He would spend the rest of the voyage in his room, enchanting the gear of any party members who would knock.
<Exit to Darastrix>
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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 15, 2015 22:19:08 GMT -8
Sparrow was out manned and out voted. He accepted the pirates hijacking on condition that the party be dropped off at the location they requested. After 3 weeks on the sea the ship had the Island in view. A smaller boat would be required for the party to land on the island. The raft was lowered into the water. They rowed toward the strange Island. A beach rimmed by a warm humid jungle their destination.
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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 16, 2015 4:21:22 GMT -8
Ralf had mostly ignored the events on the ship, mostly just taking in the ocean air and enjoying the ride until they got to Darastrix
<Exit to Darastrix>
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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 16, 2015 6:11:17 GMT -8
Chop had been ecstatic to be a part of the ships crew. He spent his days barking at seagulls and harassing Sampson. Upon reaching darastrix, he rushed off the ship as soon as it hit the shore to take in the environment.
<Exit to Darastrix>
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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 16, 2015 7:12:09 GMT -8
One innocent question lead to an on ship stand off. A loud mouthed, magic shooting buccaneer entered the scene, threatening the supposed pirates on board, while a in costume chip controlled the ship.
How did I get into this? Max thought to himself, before his hand naturally went towards his blade. He would have chopped the head of the monkey off and resumed their course, but instead the sellsword was surprised when the usually calm and understanding Ralf took to the scene, solving the problem between all 3 parties.
For once, Max was content to sit back and watch, and once it was all set an done, he retired to his quarters, polishing his blade, keeping himself mentally and physically prepared, that is until they reached the island of Darastrix.
<Exit to Darastrix>
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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 16, 2015 8:28:53 GMT -8
3 weeks had passed. Leiron had spent them training on the boat, practicing with his spear, sometimes with spear and shield. Ralf had helped him out greatly with the basics. He had talked with Hirhan and together had come up with some useful enchants for his spear, and one for his shield.
Asadobres had strengthened herself aswell. Spending the 3 weeks flying and fishing stoping only to eat and sleep.
Leiron put Asadobres' saddle back on and mounted up, flying ahead to scout the beach.
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