The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 29, 2017 8:40:43 GMT -8
The Cygnian standing before the dragon was mildly pleased at the fear she recognized in its face, the way it backed away from her even though it dwarfed her inside -- but that mildly pleasure battled with a feeling of guilt in regret. As humans, both Cygnian and Dragon had been friends; the Sparrow had even liked Draga. BUt then... things had gotten complicated.
As Draga mentioned that she didn't even HAVE wings to kill any of the Sparrow's people, her silver raptor's eyes narrowed. Did that mean that that was why Draga hadn't joined in the slaughtering? A lacking of wings? They were all words, just words spoken. Her wings stretched a bit further, and then curled up to her back in a more comfortable position.
Quiet as she was, THIS was the Sparrow's natural state. Observant. Silent. A bird, always watching, always prepared. The girl who had been at the festival -- drinking and laughing and playing games... that had been a bout of fancy that Farrah had allowed herself to indulge in, in the name of Prospernalia. And just her luck, she runs into a dragon when she gave her room to make merry.
Sometimes, she wondered if the Fates were laughing at her.
Before her eyes, Draga controlled the soil of the farmer's once-tilled field, the earth like water as she arranged all of it into neat rows, settling it as it had once been. The farmer and his family must have been at the Prospernalia during this off-season. How lucky for him.
It was only as Draga began to speak about being one with the earth that the Sparrow's silver eyes looked at her as sharp as any blade. "No, you're wrong," she argued, passion evident in the Sparrow's face, her wings fluffing up a little. "A body is just a shell. My heart is with the sky, my soul--" She cut herself off, her hands fisting near her thighs. Taking a breath, she closed her eyes, and her wings melted away, back to the tattoos that traced over the toned contours of her shoulderblades and spine. "We are missing the Prospernalia."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:25:28 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 8:43:44 GMT -8
Qui looked down to her, confused.
"..you....still want to go with me?" She asked meekly.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 29, 2017 10:01:42 GMT -8
The Sparrow crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and her weight shifted to one side, a look that Draga had seen before but had been directed elsewhere. "Yes, of course. For the Prospernalia, we can forget who are ancestors were." It seemed the wisest choice, at the moment.
And perhaps a selfish one. She didn't want to THINK about who she was, or who Draga was.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:25:28 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 10:48:22 GMT -8
While Farrah was busy contemplating Draga's true intentions, Draga's wagging tail gave away her feelings. It was most likely the first time The Sparrow had seen a dragon smile before. "Sounds good to me!" She bellowed. Soon after she sunk into the ground below without a trace. Moments late Draga popped out of the ground again in her human form. She smiled at Farrah. "Ready when you are!" She said. |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 29, 2017 11:07:56 GMT -8
She had no idea that a wagging tail could indicate happiness, but the vision of it -- very much like a dog -- made a smile tick at the corners of the SParrow's mouth, easing the stiff hold of her shoulders to a more relaxed and open body language.
She turned away and put her hands up to ward off flying dirt as Draga the Dragon fell into the soil, and came back up again as the woman Farrah recognized. She reached out and brushed some dirt off of Draga's cheeks. "Alright, let's go," Farrah said, and took Draga by the hand to lead her back to the Prospernalia.
[Exit to Festival]
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53 
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Aug 28, 2017 16:04:23 GMT -8
Alryca was once again strolling down the paths that crisscrossed the Isran plains, home to the many farms that fed the massive city. It was part of her duties as a young, burgeoning Enclave mage to patrol these areas, and keep an eye out for any magical problems that the citizens may be encountering. She had her wand held in the same that supported her sketchbook, and she absentmindedly scribbled as she walked. (OOC: Purge) |
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124 
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Sept 1, 2017 8:54:21 GMT -8
Alryca Starwell would begin to hear unintelligable whispers and giggling, though she may pass them off as children playing at first. If she looked around she'd see no children nearby though, at least... not Overworlder Children. The Wisps were shy at first, hiding among the crops, but some would come out and investigate the woman out of curiosity. These few Wisps were the elder children of the colony, and eventually the smaller wisps would come out of hiding too. At first you can't tell what the Wisps are whispering to eachother, they are at first speaking in an alien language as well as communicating through ambient music. The music they made was beautiful but it was also somewhat eerie. It was unusual for Wisps to be in a location such as this, and in these numbers! There were perhaps 20 wisps of varying sizes and colors in the colony, the smallest Wisps tended to orbit around their largest siblings like moons around a planet. One of the Elder Wisps comes right up to Alryca and starts humming while examining her, then seems to speak Common, then goes back to making sounds. "Hmmmmmm-mmmMMM, Hello! Weeewooop- beep."
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Farmlands
Sept 1, 2017 9:54:09 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Alryca Starwell on Sept 1, 2017 9:54:09 GMT -8
Their sudden appearance startled her, and she checked her wand for any indication that she had accidentally summoned them, but nothing was evident. So many in one place! They were curious creatures, and she had never encountered a whisp before.
"Er...hello! What are you all doing here?"
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Sept 1, 2017 12:28:18 GMT -8
The older wisps turn to eachother and converse, blinking and whistling at eachother. A blue Wisp beeps and spins around making sparkles fall to the ground. A green one makes low warbling sounds. They return from their conversation and communicate with Alryca.
"Hello! eepeepeep~"
"Wurrrrr...Hello..."
"Teeheehee Hello!"
"Studying, hmmm-MMMM-mmmm~ Magic." All of the Wisps voices sounded twinkly and sometimes angelic, they were like little fairies but without bodies. The younger Wisps move a little further away and play with eachother while the older Wisps talk. The little Wisps fly back and forth and giggle as they play, some of them use harmless magic as they do so, drawing in the dirt or shooting projectiles at eachother like a snowball fight.
"Do you know magic? Weewoo~"
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Sept 2, 2017 19:37:41 GMT -8
"Studying magic? On a farm? That seems odd."
Alryca was very confused, but also very curious, and was furiously sketching the strange wisps before her.
"Uhh yes, I am still studying magic too I guess."
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Sept 3, 2017 8:26:56 GMT -8
The Wisps were confused about the farm, the flew upward momentarily to look around and whispered to eachother before returning. "Your farms are very different from the ones we have at home, you have so much vegetation." Indeed, the farms in the Ethereal realm had no vegetation, but harvested energy.
"-pshshasha- We're on a Field Trip! We come here sometimes to check out your world. Your plants are very friendly!"
"Big brother Vigil used to come to this world all the time, he was the best at magic! We haven't seen him in years though. -wah-wah-" The name Vigil should sound familiar to Alryca, as he is a high ranking mage at the Enclave. Suddenly the Wisps stop what they're doing as they hear a steady soothing siren coming from the Oak Forest nearby. The smaller Wisps all gathered next to the bigger wisps and whispered. "Father is calling us."
Most of the Wisps head for the forest, while a couple of the eldest Wisps remain for a few moments. |
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Sept 3, 2017 18:23:49 GMT -8
"I have never been more confused in my life. And I once took a metamagic course." she said, scratching her head with her quill.
"Vigil is...well...kind of my boss anyway. He's certainly senior to me. Uh...who is father?"
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Purge
Dedicated
King of Wisps
Roleplay posts: 124
Registered: Jul 23, 2015 11:40:07 GMT -8
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Post by Purge on Sept 5, 2017 9:19:51 GMT -8
The elder Wisps are surprised and whisper to eachother real quick, talking in their own language about Vigil. The Wisps start to leave to follow the smaller ones, the orange Wisp answers Alryca. "He's the father of all the Wisps. King of the Ethereal Realm, you can follow us if you'd like to see him. He might want to talk to you!" The orange Wisp zips off the rejoin the rest of his siblings, some of the Wisps played and laughed while they headed for the forest. <Exit to Oak Forest> |
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Dec 9, 2017 13:28:57 GMT -8
The Toragana caravan wheeled to the farmlands with no spot of trouble. They set up along the road to one of the small towns, avoiding any fields used for growing plants and herding animals.
The caravan was somewhat small: only four carriages and twenty horses, and four mules total. Khulan wanted to start trading right away, but they needed that Assent certification. Still, requests were made of the farmers for simple provisions that were needed sooner rather than later.
Khulan readied herself to go into the city to search for what they needed. She mounted her horse and began riding into the city, asking that everyone else stay and get things ready to set out when ample hands were hired for the journey. Even the Chesknight was asked to stay, especially to keep the woman's niece, Sarangerel, from wandering off. The girl in question was having a hard time pulling a stubborn mule toward a trough for water.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Dec 9, 2017 18:22:10 GMT -8
Once they had pulled to a stop, the Chesknight wandered around, helping where he could, lifting any heavy things and helping to reassure the horses that things were going well. He hoped to make himself as useful as possible, and the others seemed thankful for his aide. When Khulan mentioned heading into the city though, he hesitated to let her go alone. Even so, when she directly asked him to help Sanangerel he couldn't very well say no. Approaching the girl, reaching up and grabbing the mule's bridle, the animals tugging proving useless against the fey.
"Come, you must drink to be prepared for the coming journey." he said firmly, hardly leaving room for argument from the animal. Looking at Sanagerel, he shook his head. "I'm worried for your aunt, I do not like her going without aide, not to the human cities." he voiced, yanking the mule, willing or otherwise to the water. He had been around for awhile, and while he cared for humanity, he couldn't ignore its flaws.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Dec 9, 2017 21:43:13 GMT -8
Kaine had seen the request for guards that Khulan had posted in the central plaza of Isra. He had traveled here not far behind the caravan, only a few hours after they had arrived he could be seen coming over the horizon. He spotted them along the rode where the description had described they would be at, and brought himself before where they seemed to be taking in extra hired help. He would present himself as he always did when taking on this kind of work, as a travelling wizard looking for a caravan to travel with, and not afraid to carry his own weight. If they wished for more reasons to take him on he would describe the many uses of his magic, and even demonstrate a few. Such as the power to make certain objects heavier and lighter, levitation and other useful things that came in handy when travelling with heavy loads across great distances. |
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Farmlands
Dec 10, 2017 10:59:41 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Dec 10, 2017 10:59:41 GMT -8
Rudiger managed to navigate his way through the pressing crowds of the city without trampling anyone, but his destrier did almost take a bite out of an especially obnoxious partier. Luckily, Rudiger pulled in his head, and the reveler escaped with his skin intact.
As they reached the open fields, Rudiger breathed a sigh of relief, glad to not be constricted on all sides. Feeling a burst of energy flow through him, Rudiger made a clicking sound with his tongue, and his destrier moved to a low gallop, it being enthusiastic to stretch its legs out as well.
The road flowed swiftly underneath them, and they soon came across the small caravan that was being advertised in the city. Rudiger pulled lightly on the reins, and his destrier slowed to a quick walk as they approached the carriages. Rudiger stopped short of the group, and dismounted to approach the woman he had seen earlier in Isra. He bowed slightly and quickly at the waist in introduction. When he straightened, he inquired, “I saw you placed the notice for guards in the square. Is the job still available?”
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Nettle
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 11
Physical Description: Nettle is a short girl, standing only at four feet in height. She has a pair of long, perky rabbit ears, and a short fluffy tail.
Registered: Dec 10, 2017 8:21:44 GMT -8
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Post by Nettle on Dec 10, 2017 11:00:58 GMT -8
Nettle had half read a request. Something about a caravan. She didn't bother reading too much into where they were going, or what she was to be doing. These were concerns for other people. Things would turn out fine, as they usually did. Oh look! There's the caravan now! She approaches, half skipping and asks around, looking for Khulan, the person in charge.
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Hilde
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 10, 2017 13:42:25 GMT -8
Hilde was just about certain that this was the right caravan. The woman she'd spoken to was curt, but not unpleasant, and they'd been able to agree on a fair price quite rapidly. As promised, Hilde had made her way to the caravan, having requested and received rather precise instructions on how to reach it. It wasn't all that far from the city, but the archer was fundamentally an urban person... and she couldn't read a map. Regardless, she had a mind like a steel trap, and memorizing the path she would have to take wasn't a hard task.
Indeed, she eventually reached the caravan, explained herself, and started to hang about the area, making small talk with the caravaneers and fawning over her bow with a certain devotion usually reserved to a higher power. Which, one could admit, the bow sort of was. There were, at the end of the day, two types of jobs. The good ones and the bad ones. All in all, she felt this could be one of the good ones.
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Khulan
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khulan is normally seen wearing thick furs and leathers in cold weather and long, plain tunics in warmer weather. Her favorite weapon is a composite recurve bow and a well-made saber.
On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:25:13 GMT -8
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Post by Khulan on Dec 10, 2017 15:06:54 GMT -8
Sarangerel, a small girl that seemed Khulan's opposite in many ways, seemed thankful for the Chesknight's help. She walked alongside him as he spoke, grinning to herself. "You will get time to know her! She is a very powerful woman, but not because of her strength. She knows how to avoid problems that would hurt us rather than help us, but she does not shy away from ones that come to her," she explained to the fey. "She is very direct in speech and she seems harsh, but... she is a good leader."
Shortly after their talk and after the caravan had time to set up, visitors began to pour in. They were all welcomed with gusto from the nomads, including little Sarangerel.
It was not long after that Khulan rode in, horse cantering toward the group. As she slid off, she produced a piece of paper and immediately gave it to her niece, who scurried off into one of the carriages to store it.
Without missing a beat, the older woman strode over to address her company.
"Welcome," she began, nodding in greeting. "My name is Khulan, chief of the Toragana clan. I have requested your aid to assist our travels into dangerous lands. Our first destination will be the Rharak mine. This is not a pleasant place: it is cold and barren. You run the risk of death, both on the travel there and upon reaching our destination. If this frightens any of you, please leave now. We have no business with you."
If there were no protests, Khulan would continue. "So long as you attempt to help and do not abandon us, you have a place upon this caravan. You shall be payed handsomely upon our return to Isra. Get to know one another. We depart at dawn."
Sarangerel watched with awe. She looked to the Cheknight and added, "I've never heard her speak that much."
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