Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on Apr 1, 2015 22:56:31 GMT -8
"Um... I dunno..."
She looked around again, confirming an unfamiliarity with her surroundings. The light pitch of her voice sounded a little out of it at first, but corrected itself to her jovial old self.
"I think I'll be okay! I just had a really funny dream or something. What's beyond this tower? It seems to be guarding something."
Curious eyes of amber rose upwards to meet the guard's who addressed her.
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USQUE AR HARA
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on Apr 1, 2015 23:04:24 GMT -8
"Olright.." he said with a sigh, "If you say so.." He paused as she continued to speak, then replied with, "The Kingdom of Medan is that way. Stonehaven is not far from here, Lass." The guard gestured in a wide arc. His eyes scrutinized her, and though she looked a bit on the confused side, he said, "You're free to enter if you'd like."
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USQUE AR HARA
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on Apr 2, 2015 23:54:45 GMT -8
The woman who was entering was passed through without trouble. Unless she had her weapons drawn, the guards would nod back to her and let her on by.
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Adamam the Artificer
Established
A chisel and some wood, and I'm good to go!
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: 32 ish
Physical Description: //
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Hair: Short, Black, although, more from soot than of natural color.
Eyes: Light brown
Build: Slim, mildly athletic.
Clothes and Equipment: //
Clothing:
Slightly worn, long leather trench-coat
Leather straps with rings to hold objects of various sizes.
Cotton shirt.
Rough leather pants, with a pair straps on the right leg.
Broken, worn, shoes.
Equipment:
On person:
Under Trench-coat:
Iron Shortsword, engraved with a few glyphs along its blade and hilt. (In sheath, belted to waist)
Various flasks (around 14) most empty, others filled with water.
Pocket notebook
Wad of String
3xSmall Stick
Stick of Charcoal
Strapped to right leg:
Oak shortstaff (50cm), moderately engraved with glyphs. Blackened and slightly burnt at one end.
Knife in sheath.
In carry bag:
Hammer and Chisel
Oak shortstaff (50cm long) Plain
Waterskin
Travel Rations.
2xVials of blood. (25ml each)
Coinbag with a couple of handfuls of coins.
Half a dozen notebooks, written in an unknown language.
Small tinderbox with tinder and flintstone
One man tent (folded)
Iron cooking pot
3xBandages
Small wooden block (10cm, 6cm, 1cm) engraved with glyphs
Player's online availability : On and off all the time.
Registered: Apr 5, 2015 11:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adamam the Artificer on Apr 7, 2015 0:46:19 GMT -8
From: First appearance, New character.
Trudging alone, a lone traveler wearing brown came to the base of the watchtower.
"Hello," He called out "can you direct me to Stonevale?"
The traveler paused for a moment, fiddling with his carrybag while he waited for a reply.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Apr 7, 2015 10:33:21 GMT -8
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Adamam the Artificer
Established
A chisel and some wood, and I'm good to go!
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 32 ish
Physical Description: //
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Hair: Short, Black, although, more from soot than of natural color.
Eyes: Light brown
Build: Slim, mildly athletic.
Clothes and Equipment: //
Clothing:
Slightly worn, long leather trench-coat
Leather straps with rings to hold objects of various sizes.
Cotton shirt.
Rough leather pants, with a pair straps on the right leg.
Broken, worn, shoes.
Equipment:
On person:
Under Trench-coat:
Iron Shortsword, engraved with a few glyphs along its blade and hilt. (In sheath, belted to waist)
Various flasks (around 14) most empty, others filled with water.
Pocket notebook
Wad of String
3xSmall Stick
Stick of Charcoal
Strapped to right leg:
Oak shortstaff (50cm), moderately engraved with glyphs. Blackened and slightly burnt at one end.
Knife in sheath.
In carry bag:
Hammer and Chisel
Oak shortstaff (50cm long) Plain
Waterskin
Travel Rations.
2xVials of blood. (25ml each)
Coinbag with a couple of handfuls of coins.
Half a dozen notebooks, written in an unknown language.
Small tinderbox with tinder and flintstone
One man tent (folded)
Iron cooking pot
3xBandages
Small wooden block (10cm, 6cm, 1cm) engraved with glyphs
Player's online availability : On and off all the time.
Registered: Apr 5, 2015 11:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adamam the Artificer on Apr 7, 2015 11:07:51 GMT -8
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 4, 2015 21:58:39 GMT -8
A peculiar figure appeared over the horizon and cautiously approached the border, appearing pensive and hesitant to continue. As he drew closer it became clear. He was quite a sight, a man with the head of a beast, an almost comically large bindle slung over his shoulder. When he approached the guards he halted a reasonable distance away, fidgeting a little as he felt their eyes fall upon him. "May I...pass?" He inquired softly. His accent was peculiar, and certainly not recognizable as any foreign dialect. It was as if he had not spoken in ages, and he was only just now recalling how to do so.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 4, 2015 22:06:15 GMT -8
"Most certainly, sir," the only guard on duty at this hour said, the cackling fire of a nearby torch illuminating his fully clad figure--a spearman, one who gave him a two-fingered salute of good fortune. Desensitized to the high degree of variation in these lands, he paid no heed to their visible differences.
"Head on through."
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 4, 2015 22:10:04 GMT -8
Rakki breathed a sigh of relief, instantly put at ease by the guard's friendly demeanor. Perhaps he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb as he thought he might. "Thank you!" He replied whole-heartedly before bowing his head to the guard and proceeding beyond the checkpoint, making his way with a casual pace and even softly humming a tune.
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Izsendal
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 32
Physical Description: Izzy might be described as the hypothetical love child of a rocky mountain range and a proud oak: Tall, corded, and difficult to knock down without specialized equipment. Years of adventure and travel have sculpted what was once a fresh-faced village girl with a heart full of hopes and dreams into a muscular, seasoned warrior with skin more prone to burn and bruise than tan and mahogany-hued eyes attuned to potential threats and easy sources of booze money.
The golden-maned figure of amazonian stature often holds an open, strong posture (until she starts drinking) and a measured expression (until she wishes she were drinking) that appropriately compliments a body that has seen its share of tumbles and scrapes. At nearly six feet tall, one would be forgiven for simply assuming she was born with the body type fit for retrieving trinkets from dangerous dungeons and escorting caravans for embarrassingly low pay. On the other hand, what was once a tidy and well-maintained shock of blonde hair has long since transformed into an outright mane, kept in check only by virtue of braids, braids, and more braids for good measure.
Though certainly not the strongest woman in most lands she visits - or even the occasional bar she finds herself in - Izzy is no slouch in posture nor musculature. Modestly wide shoulders lead to strong arms accustomed to bearing blows behind a shield and even stronger legs, doubly accustomed to carrying the rest of the mercenary out of harm's way when the tables have turned on her.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ever the adventure-ready soul, Izzy can often be found in a compliment of leathers and metal meant to allow some protection while still allowing a high degree of mobility. In essence, what she wears is little more than a segmented set of leather with tactically-placed metal plates that keep her from sudden death should she catch a perfectly timed swing to the chest, but it's hardly thick enough to stand up to anything else.
Sturdy boots, a reasonable armguard on her shield arm, and other wartime accoutrements are all well and sensible, but she has indulged in an adventurer's egotistical cape, though hers is old, tattered, bloodstained, and barely reaches past her knees in its crimson glory, held in place across her collarbone with an obnoxiously well-polished golden clasp depicting a bird of prey in flight.
For taking care of what armor cannot, she arms herself with a small shield and a long-handled flanged mace, both of which have seen enough to earn their retirement, but still inexplicable hang from her person wherever she goes.
When field work looms, Izzy prepares a usual compliment of travel gear: Rucksack, adventuring supplies, rations, bedroll, and the like, and might bother to work a dagger into the back of her boot, but she seems to prefer traveling light when at all possible.
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Player's online availability : Sporadically through the week, unavailable most Saturdays (GMT -6)
Registered: May 6, 2015 23:40:36 GMT -8
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Post by Izsendal on May 7, 2015 16:08:11 GMT -8
Just for the sake of bringing Medan's racial diversity back to an acceptable level of homogenized and predictable, another human approaches without great fanfare. A woman, clad in breezy traveling clothes but carrying the contents of at least one adventuring supply store, tromps to the border with the sort of slumped posture of someone who has spent too many hours dragging herself from one point to the next without the aid of a mount.
Despite her pack mule appearance, she does carry a mace at her hip, looped through a carrying strap with its handle left to dangle as she walks.
"One to go through to Stonevale," she calls to whoever happens to be on duty, releasing her white-knuckle grip on a rucksack for a simple salute. The side of her fist bounces off of her breastbone with a solid thump.
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USQUE AR HARA
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on May 7, 2015 16:30:43 GMT -8
The guards look the woman over, and seeing no immediate threat, she was to be waved through. Not before one of them commented, "Might we help you find a mount, miss?" Of course, that was him being polite, not trying to call her weak. Regardless of the answer she would give, the other guard would elbow the one who spoke up a little. She was obviously strong. "You may go through."
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Izsendal
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 32
Physical Description: Izzy might be described as the hypothetical love child of a rocky mountain range and a proud oak: Tall, corded, and difficult to knock down without specialized equipment. Years of adventure and travel have sculpted what was once a fresh-faced village girl with a heart full of hopes and dreams into a muscular, seasoned warrior with skin more prone to burn and bruise than tan and mahogany-hued eyes attuned to potential threats and easy sources of booze money.
The golden-maned figure of amazonian stature often holds an open, strong posture (until she starts drinking) and a measured expression (until she wishes she were drinking) that appropriately compliments a body that has seen its share of tumbles and scrapes. At nearly six feet tall, one would be forgiven for simply assuming she was born with the body type fit for retrieving trinkets from dangerous dungeons and escorting caravans for embarrassingly low pay. On the other hand, what was once a tidy and well-maintained shock of blonde hair has long since transformed into an outright mane, kept in check only by virtue of braids, braids, and more braids for good measure.
Though certainly not the strongest woman in most lands she visits - or even the occasional bar she finds herself in - Izzy is no slouch in posture nor musculature. Modestly wide shoulders lead to strong arms accustomed to bearing blows behind a shield and even stronger legs, doubly accustomed to carrying the rest of the mercenary out of harm's way when the tables have turned on her.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ever the adventure-ready soul, Izzy can often be found in a compliment of leathers and metal meant to allow some protection while still allowing a high degree of mobility. In essence, what she wears is little more than a segmented set of leather with tactically-placed metal plates that keep her from sudden death should she catch a perfectly timed swing to the chest, but it's hardly thick enough to stand up to anything else.
Sturdy boots, a reasonable armguard on her shield arm, and other wartime accoutrements are all well and sensible, but she has indulged in an adventurer's egotistical cape, though hers is old, tattered, bloodstained, and barely reaches past her knees in its crimson glory, held in place across her collarbone with an obnoxiously well-polished golden clasp depicting a bird of prey in flight.
For taking care of what armor cannot, she arms herself with a small shield and a long-handled flanged mace, both of which have seen enough to earn their retirement, but still inexplicable hang from her person wherever she goes.
When field work looms, Izzy prepares a usual compliment of travel gear: Rucksack, adventuring supplies, rations, bedroll, and the like, and might bother to work a dagger into the back of her boot, but she seems to prefer traveling light when at all possible.
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Player's online availability : Sporadically through the week, unavailable most Saturdays (GMT -6)
Registered: May 6, 2015 23:40:36 GMT -8
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Post by Izsendal on May 7, 2015 17:28:58 GMT -8
Izzy manages to rattle off a wheezy sort of laugh, waving a hand about as she lurched into action again - slowly. She won't be winning any footraces at this rate. "Horse is on the list, don't worry. One migration on foot's more'n enough."
She sways slightly before righting herself and trudging on down the path, tossing a casual wave to the guards as she passes.
"Keep yer helmets on straight, boys."
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Talto
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 14
Physical Description: *Check Avatar*
Clothes and Equipment: Ragged Clothes
A satchel
Lockpicks
Combat Knife
List of comrade's names
Comrade's dog tags
Blue Scarf
Registered: May 24, 2015 19:23:48 GMT -8
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Post by Talto on May 24, 2015 20:19:39 GMT -8
A figure stands at the sunset, the bright light from the sun masking the figures true form, as the figure draws closer, it's features begin to become more defined. A child, standing at around 4'9", bearing scars on his face, and wearing raggedy clothes, walks up to the guardsmen.
"Yo. Mind letting me in?"
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Post by The Council of Medan on May 24, 2015 22:45:13 GMT -8
The guard peers down at the kid. With an eyebrow raised, he simply gestures and says, "You may pass."
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Talto
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 14
Physical Description: *Check Avatar*
Clothes and Equipment: Ragged Clothes
A satchel
Lockpicks
Combat Knife
List of comrade's names
Comrade's dog tags
Blue Scarf
Registered: May 24, 2015 19:23:48 GMT -8
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Post by Talto on May 25, 2015 21:37:55 GMT -8
"Thank ya'."
Talto strolls post the guard, keeping a tight grip on his knife, and the the dog tags around his neck.
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Octavion
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 87
Physical Description: Octavion is an elderly man with shoulder length grey hair. He stands roughly 5'7 from the ground, and is relatively slim. His eyes are brown and his skin wrinkly and a bit pasty. He appeared rather unwashed and perhaps slightly creepy.
Clothes and Equipment: Octavian wears a tunic with multiple leather pouches for powders and stones used in his spells. His pants are that of brown linen and his shoes of black leather. Over his clothing one could often find him wearing a grey robe, covering his many trinkets and oddities.
Octavian also carried a staff in his left hand, an old piece of wood twisted into a knot at the very end, to most people it would simply appear a piece of wood.
Registered: May 25, 2015 18:25:07 GMT -8
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Post by Octavion on May 28, 2015 19:42:03 GMT -8
Octavion arrived at the border on a warm afternoon, a wide smirk on his face and a heavy satchel over his shoulder. He nodded at the guards and in a friendly tone muttered "Thank you for keeping our borders safe boys".
Octavion passed through and continued on the road southwards, his inventory thick with riches soon to be spent.
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 29, 2015 13:43:57 GMT -8
Not far behind Octavian was a small squad of men garbed in light dragon scale armor. They would arrive at the border and show them a piece of papyrus. What was on this papyrus was a request to travel through the lands and follow Octavian.
"We are following that man. He traveled around our land and seems to have excess luggage that is very valuable. We need to make sure that he is not a thief stealing from lands around ours, for us to get the blame."
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 29, 2015 13:44:15 GMT -8
dltplz
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The Phoenix State
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on May 29, 2015 14:24:51 GMT -8
dltplz
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on May 30, 2015 11:56:48 GMT -8
After wandering for countless days, Skarlet approaches the the northern border of Medan, alone. She looks at the nearby watchtower for a moment then lugs her bag back over her shoulder. With her cloak shielding her skin from the light, she passed through the border.
<Exits to New Brimiarde>
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