Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 9:07:42 GMT -8
A guard would look up at Averyn, nodding towards him.
“Can I help you? Are you here to join the tower by any chance or have you just come to look around?”
Averyn appeared to be a fairly standard looking fellow, but he might have more to him than he appeared.
“Follow me then.”
The guard would open a smaller door in the wall and motion for Averyn to come through. Once through, he would bolt it shut again and lead Averyn to the Black Tower itself.
After a short walk to the tower, they would enter the main entrance hall. Numerous scribes scribbled busily on scrolls as the guard led Averyn to the closest one. He would motion for the man to sit if he desired and then would depart.
After a moment, the scribe would look up at Averyn.
“You’re here for the task force I assume? I’ll need some info about you, name, place of birth, age, and list of your capabilities.”
The scribe began writing on a blank scroll as he said this.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 9:14:05 GMT -8
“Well, that can be arranged. If you wish to join the task force, just follow me.” The guard would lead Vigil to the inside of the Black Tower. In the main entrance room, the scribes were busy at work, quills scribbling along parchment. The guard would lead Vigil over to the closest non occupied scribe, motioning for him to sit if he wished. Then the guard would walk away. The scribe would look up after a moment, pulling a new piece of blank parchment and scribbling on it a bit. “I assume you’re here for the task force? I’ll need some info about you, name, place of origin, age, and what capabilities you possess.” Vigil followed the guard inside to the scribe.
"That'd be correct." He'd begin answering the scribes questions to the best of his ability. "Vigil. I come from the Ethereal Realm. My age... hmm, hard to determine, perhaps 6 years? I am a magical being, capable of arcane destruction."The scribe seemed satisfied with the answers and recorded them all upon the scroll. Once he was finished, he filed the scroll back inside his desk. “Everything sounds in order, I’m sure you’ll be quite capable. Now I’ll just need you to sign a contract I have here.” He would slide a number of scrolls across the table towards Vigil. It was the same contract type as the one Niklas had received. He would proffer a quill to Vigil pointing where he would need to sign. |
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Averyn Daylen
New
Roleplay posts: 9 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Lean man
6ft Tall
Walks with deadly grace
Clothes and Equipment: Dual Daggers
Small(but deadly)Crossbow strung on back
Dark-Stained Leathers
Mysterious pouch
Player's online availability : Whenever
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 11:12:19 GMT -8
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Post by Averyn Daylen on Dec 31, 2015 10:27:19 GMT -8
A guard would look up at Averyn, nodding towards him. “Can I help you? Are you here to join the tower by any chance or have you just come to look around?” Averyn appeared to be a fairly standard looking fellow, but he might have more to him than he appeared. “Follow me then.” The guard would open a smaller door in the wall and motion for Averyn to come through. Once through, he would bolt it shut again and lead Averyn to the Black Tower itself. After a short walk to the tower, they would enter the main entrance hall. Numerous scribes scribbled busily on scrolls as the guard led Averyn to the closest one. He would motion for the man to sit if he desired and then would depart. After a moment, the scribe would look up at Averyn. “You’re here for the task force I assume? I’ll need some info about you, name, place of birth, age, and list of your capabilities.” The scribe began writing on a blank scroll as he said this. Averyn looks off distant as he says "You can call me Averyn". Skeptically he says " I was raised in a temple, taken from my birth parents before i can remember." After deep thought he states "I am close to 27 winters old." I am quick, taught the martial skills by monks who raised me, taught shadow skill by darkness himself. Exasperated he asks "Do i meet your approval?" |
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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 Dec 31, 2015 10:45:55 GMT -8
After awaking from a rough night at the Midnight Sun, Ralf decided to take a trip to the Black Tower. He sought employment here, as he had heard rumors that 'Grandma' was looking for a 'task force' to hunt down specific beings and other beasts who may pose a threat to the world. Ralf felt this was a good path for him, for the moment.
He approached the base of the compound that surrounded the tower, cleared his throat, and - with the friendly demeanor he always has - said to the guards "Oi, friends. I seek employment from... Grandma?" Ralf asked in a curious tone, as calling someone 'Grandma' seemed a little strange to him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 11:25:45 GMT -8
A guard would look up at Averyn, nodding towards him. “Can I help you? Are you here to join the tower by any chance or have you just come to look around?” Averyn appeared to be a fairly standard looking fellow, but he might have more to him than he appeared. “Follow me then.” The guard would open a smaller door in the wall and motion for Averyn to come through. Once through, he would bolt it shut again and lead Averyn to the Black Tower itself. After a short walk to the tower, they would enter the main entrance hall. Numerous scribes scribbled busily on scrolls as the guard led Averyn to the closest one. He would motion for the man to sit if he desired and then would depart. After a moment, the scribe would look up at Averyn. “You’re here for the task force I assume? I’ll need some info about you, name, place of birth, age, and list of your capabilities.” The scribe began writing on a blank scroll as he said this. Averyn looks off distant as he says "You can call me Averyn". Skeptically he says " I was raised in a temple, taken from my birth parents before i can remember." After deep thought he states "I am close to 27 winters old." I am quick, taught the martial skills by monks who raised me, taught shadow skill by darkness himself. Exasperated he asks "Do i meet your approval?" Swiftly recording all Averyn says, the scribe looks back up from the parchment and nods in approval. “Yes, you sound as if you pass the requirements. Now all I need you to do is sign this document here. Once you’ve signed this, you’ll be part of our task force and we can get onto more interesting matters. The scribe would hand Averyn a contract, the same type Niklas had received. He would also slide a quill with a jar of ink over to him, motioning where he should sign. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 11:30:52 GMT -8
After awaking from a rough night at the Midnight Sun, Ralf decided to take a trip to the Black Tower. He sought employment here, as he had heard rumors that 'Grandma' was looking for a 'task force' to hunt down specific beings and other beasts who may pose a threat to the world. Ralf felt this was a good path for him, for the moment. He approached the base of the compound that surrounded the tower, cleared his throat, and - with the friendly demeanor he always has - said to the guards "Oi, friends. I seek employment from... Grandma?" Ralf asked in a curious tone, as calling someone 'Grandma' seemed a little strange to him. The guard gives him a friendly wave in return. “Ah, you must be here for the task force then. And yes, Grandma is the one who is in charge of the Black Tower. A strange name to use indeed, but I’ve learned it’s usually best not to question such things.” Unlocking the side door, the guard would motion for Ralf to follow him inside. Assuming he followed, the guard would lead Ralf to the tower itself. Once in the main room, the guard would lead Ralf over to a scribe, motioning he could sit if he wished. Looking up at the new member, the scribe would address Ralf. “You’re here to join the task force I believe? I’ll need some info about you first, name, age, place of origin, and your capabilities with weapons and whatnot.” |
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Averyn Daylen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Physical Description: Lean man
6ft Tall
Walks with deadly grace
Clothes and Equipment: Dual Daggers
Small(but deadly)Crossbow strung on back
Dark-Stained Leathers
Mysterious pouch
Player's online availability : Whenever
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 11:12:19 GMT -8
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Post by Averyn Daylen on Dec 31, 2015 11:40:18 GMT -8
Averyn looks off distant as he says "You can call me Averyn". Skeptically he says " I was raised in a temple, taken from my birth parents before i can remember." After deep thought he states "I am close to 27 winters old." I am quick, taught the martial skills by monks who raised me, taught shadow skill by darkness himself. Exasperated he asks "Do i meet your approval?" Swiftly recording all Averyn says, the scribe looks back up from the parchment and nods in approval. “Yes, you sound as if you pass the requirements. Now all I need you to do is sign this document here. Once you’ve signed this, you’ll be part of our task force and we can get onto more interesting matters. The scribe would hand Averyn a contract, the same type Niklas had received. He would also slide a quill with a jar of ink over to him, motioning where he should sign. Averyn picks up the quill, wets it with ink and hastily signs his name. Stepping back he watches the scribe. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 11:55:26 GMT -8
Swiftly recording all Averyn says, the scribe looks back up from the parchment and nods in approval. “Yes, you sound as if you pass the requirements. Now all I need you to do is sign this document here. Once you’ve signed this, you’ll be part of our task force and we can get onto more interesting matters. The scribe would hand Averyn a contract, the same type Niklas had received. He would also slide a quill with a jar of ink over to him, motioning where he should sign. Averyn picks up the quill, wets it with ink and hastily signs his name. Stepping back he watches the scribe. The scribe would take the signed papers and file them away. Then he would look back up at Averyn, looking rather pleased with the whole transaction. “Excellent, you are now a member of the task force. You have rooms in the Black Tower itself and also access to various resources we can provide you. Here is your first payment.” Opening a desk draw, the scribe would place a bag of gold coins on the table in front of Averyn. He also took a plain silver ring from the draw and handed it to Averyn. “This is an enchanted ring, it can be used to allow the tower to contact you or you can use it to contact the tower. We shall let you know what your first mission shall be shortly, for now, feel free to rest in your rooms or look around the tower. The guards will lead you to your room and anywhere else you might need to find in the tower.” The scribe would bid Averyn farewell unless he had any other questions. |
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Erlkönig
Dedicated
Beidh mo a dhéanamh.
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Time is meaningless.
Physical Description: Erlkönig physically resembles an elf with dark tanned skinned and well defined musculature. Erlkönig is lean and slightly stringy as though he has not been fed enough, and he always seems to loom over those he speaks to even if they could swear he was shorter. He always wears a stag head mask so no one knows what his true face looks like.He is the oldest Sidhe and perhaps the oldest fairy alive, and his age has brought him extreme power which most can sense. He carries himself with the ephemeral grace common in his kind though his has a more predatory bent than others.
Physical capabilities and skills.
Erlkönig is a master hunter and holds all of the skills this implies. He is unmatched with bow and spear, he can stalk prey through an open field and not be seen or heard, he can track anything that has a physical presence, he is a seasoned forager, he knows how to read the lay of the land, he cleans his own kills, and he is even a passable chef. All of his skills are of course enhanced by his Fae nature. He is far stronger, faster, and more durable than any mere mortal.
As one of the Sidhe Erlkönig is of course an inherently magical being. He is strongest in earth magics a true master. Erlkönig is also an expert in air, fire, water, illusion, and the more generic magics of the Fae. As magic is part of his nature Erlkönig has no need for spells or rituals to channel power though the strength of his spells is increased when he chooses to do so. Erlkönig is also capable of changing his shape though he is either limited to or refuses to take any shape other than his own or that of a predatory animal. Despite his considerable magical prowess he rarely uses these skills, as he considers them cheating. Erlkönig will only use magic when formally challenged.
On top of all of this Erlkönig is also one of the primordial spirits of the hunt. Erlkönig was born when the first hunt began and will only truly die when the last hunt ends. He can't be permanently killed only temporarily dispersed.
Erlkönigs status as a spirit gives him some additional abilities. Erlkönig can travel freely through the ways between worlds to move rapidly across the land or to other planes entirely. Erlkönig also emits a low level aura that will overwhelm weak willed individuals. Those who see themselves as weak or cowardly will find these feeling intensified and they will flee in terror. Weak willed creatures who believe in their own strength though will choose to serve Erlkönig. Creatures with more powerful wills are simply unaffected. Erlkönigs aura is occasionally amplified when he decides to lead The Wild Hunt. When Erlkönig is leading The Wild Hunt all who stand before him must make one of three choices. The first choice is to be prey fleeing from him and eventually being hunted down and killed. The second choice is to join, hunting along side The Wild Hunt until it ends. The final choice is to challenge. If you choose to fight Erlkönig and win you may lead The Wild Hunt in whatever direction you want until it ends. If you fight Erlkönig and lose you become a member of his wolf pack bound to serve him until he chooses to release you.
Erlkönig is a truly powerful individual but he does have weaknesses. First and foremost like all of the Fae Erlkönig is vulnerable to cold iron. Cold iron is physically painful for him to touch, can be used to kill him, and it even disperses his fae magics though the magic he wilds as a spirit are unaffected. Though as a powerful Sidhe he is more resistant irons touch then lesser Fae. The best iron to use is crude iron freshly cast, the closer it gets to steel the less it will pain him. Erlkönig is also bound to follow his word once given no matter the consequences, he may not lie, and must completely answer any question that you ask him three times. Erlkönig also has many personality flaws that can be exploited most prominently a complete inability to see himself as anything but the hunter in any situation.
Clothes and Equipment: The Erlkönigs Spear: Carved from a single piece of dragon bon, and scribed with Dwarven runes. It carries only two enchantments. The first increases it's weight to 50 metric tones. The second increases it's durability. So it can survive being wielded, by a being who can effortless use a spear that weighs 50 tonnes.
The Erlkönigs bow: Made of manticorn horn, strung with unicorn hair, and scribed with Dwarven runes. Similar to his spear this bears only two enchantment. The first increases the draw strength required for the bow to 100 metric tonnes. The second is for durability so it can survive the same. His quiver holds dragon bone arrows tipped with obsidian. Each arrow had similar runes to the spear, weighing in at 1 tonne each, with the required durability. They are also enchanted to return to his quiver.
Beyond this he wears only simple leather leggings, and occasionally a hid shield.
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 18:43:51 GMT -8
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Post by Erlkönig on Dec 31, 2015 12:08:50 GMT -8
Erlkönig slipped back from the spirit realm and into the training yard. He had decided to exercise, he didn't need to do so, but it gave him something to do. It would take time for Lakuam to discover if there was worthy prey on his hunt, and the Erlkönig was tired of meditation.
Heedless of any, likely uncomfortable, mortals already training Erlkönig walks over to a rack of training weapons and selects a wooden stave. He simply let's his own spear drop to the ground, the stone floor cracks underneath it's magically enhanced weight. He would have to fix that he supposed, but later, right now he moves to one of the training dummies and examines it. Out of boredom he decides to hit it hard. The most an untrained mortal eye would see is a flicker of movement, and suddenly both stave, and dummy have been reduced to splinters a massive crack resounding through the yard.
Erlkönig goes to retrieve another stave, he supposed he would have to fix the dummy and stave as well. But again that would be later.
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Averyn Daylen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Physical Description: Lean man
6ft Tall
Walks with deadly grace
Clothes and Equipment: Dual Daggers
Small(but deadly)Crossbow strung on back
Dark-Stained Leathers
Mysterious pouch
Player's online availability : Whenever
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 11:12:19 GMT -8
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Post by Averyn Daylen on Dec 31, 2015 12:19:29 GMT -8
Averyn picks up the quill, wets it with ink and hastily signs his name. Stepping back he watches the scribe. The scribe would take the signed papers and file them away. Then he would look back up at Averyn, looking rather pleased with the whole transaction. “Excellent, you are now a member of the task force. You have rooms in the Black Tower itself and also access to various resources we can provide you. Here is your first payment.” Opening a desk draw, the scribe would place a bag of gold coins on the table in front of Averyn. He also took a plain silver ring from the draw and handed it to Averyn. “This is an enchanted ring, it can be used to allow the tower to contact you or you can use it to contact the tower. We shall let you know what your first mission shall be shortly, for now, feel free to rest in your rooms or look around the tower. The guards will lead you to your room and anywhere else you might need to find in the tower.” The scribe would bid Averyn farewell unless he had any other questions. Averyn looking pleased "I am weary and would have a decent meal" He looks toward the nearest guard ready to go. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 14:28:33 GMT -8
The guard would give him a nod in respect, before leading him to the stairs and up to the 3rd floor. Heading down the hall a bit, they would reach a reinforced door in the wall, this one did have a keyhole in it unlike some though.
The guard would unlock the door, revealing a decently sized room with a variety of things in it. If it was found in a mid range hotel, it would probably be found in this room. The guard would then hand over the key to Averyn.
“This is your room, if you need anything else, just ask. There’s a bath down the hall as well, 6 doors to the left of this room. A maid shall be bringing up food for you in a few minutes.”
Unless Averyn had anything else to ask, the guard would depart, closing the door behind him.
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Averyn Daylen
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Physical Description: Lean man
6ft Tall
Walks with deadly grace
Clothes and Equipment: Dual Daggers
Small(but deadly)Crossbow strung on back
Dark-Stained Leathers
Mysterious pouch
Player's online availability : Whenever
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 11:12:19 GMT -8
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Post by Averyn Daylen on Dec 31, 2015 14:42:38 GMT -8
Averyn nods to the guard then proceeds to head to the bed to rest until which time the maid brings a meal.
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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 Dec 31, 2015 15:19:16 GMT -8
"You won't get any complaints from ,e" Ralf said heartily before following the guard inside. He removed his shield and allowed it to lean up against the chair, and then sat across from the scribe and tried to present himself in a professional light, but he had such a humble and gleeful expression that it would have been hard to take him serious. Nevertheless, he listened intently and tried to answer the questions as best he could.
"Well, I'm Ralf Valgard, of Clan Valgard, and a Varan from the realm of Asgeir, 21 winters. That should speak for itself." Many Varan worldwide were known for their physical prowess, so it was no surprise Ralf also possessed siilar attributes. "I like wearing lighter armor than most warriors, however, for I value speed and agility in combat." Indeed, Ralf was known for being somewhat faster and more agile than other Varan; he presented a near perfect marriage of strength and cunning. Ralf then gripped his sword's hilt, "she's a steel sword, but she gets the job done. The other sword," Ralf nodded his back to signify his family sword, "was my father's sword, and his father's before him, and so on; it has been in the family for... well, for a very long time, and it never gets used.
Ralf then lifted the shield up a little. "This beauty was enchanted by my good friend Hirhan." The shield was metallic, made of some kind of metal, and Ralf had since painted it dark blue, with a white line going around the edge, and a white wolf's head on its center; it was surprisingly light. It was the same image and design that was on his Ki'gar (like a scarf that usually hangs around a Varan's neck, or on their shoulder. "It can absorb both physical and magical energy, store it, and then release it upon my command. It's come in handy quite a few times. I'm a good warrior... a good fighter, and a good man. I do my best to make the world a better place. Few can match me with the blade, and few warriors possess the same speed as I do. I'm strongwilled on account of being Varan, so silly spells and eccentric magic doesn't do nearly as much to me as it would to the ordinary fellow."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 15:52:19 GMT -8
Averyn nods to the guard then proceeds to head to the bed to rest until which time the maid brings a meal. After only a short time of waiting, a maid would arrive. The door to Averyn’s room would be opened and she would walk in, carrying a tray that had some chicken and rice on it. There was also a bit of cheese on the side. Along with the food was an empty cup and two pitchers, one containing wine and one containing water. The maid would place it on the table in the room, curtsy to Averyn, and leave wordlessly unless he had any questions for her. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 15:57:57 GMT -8
"You won't get any complaints from ,e" Ralf said heartily before following the guard inside. He removed his shield and allowed it to lean up against the chair, and then sat across from the scribe and tried to present himself in a professional light, but he had such a humble and gleeful expression that it would have been hard to take him serious. Nevertheless, he listened intently and tried to answer the questions as best he could. "Well, I'm Ralf Valgard, of Clan Valgard, and a Varan from the realm of Asgeir, 21 winters. That should speak for itself." Many Varan worldwide were known for their physical prowess, so it was no surprise Ralf also possessed siilar attributes. "I like wearing lighter armor than most warriors, however, for I value speed and agility in combat." Indeed, Ralf was known for being somewhat faster and more agile than other Varan; he presented a near perfect marriage of strength and cunning. Ralf then gripped his sword's hilt, "she's a steel sword, but she gets the job done. The other sword," Ralf nodded his back to signify his family sword, "was my father's sword, and his father's before him, and so on; it has been in the family for... well, for a very long time, and it never gets used. Ralf then lifted the shield up a little. "This beauty was enchanted by my good friend Hirhan." The shield was metallic, made of some kind of metal, and Ralf had since painted it dark blue, with a white line going around the edge, and a white wolf's head on its center; it was surprisingly light. It was the same image and design that was on his Ki'gar (like a scarf that usually hangs around a Varan's neck, or on their shoulder. "It can absorb both physical and magical energy, store it, and then release it upon my command. It's come in handy quite a few times. I'm a good warrior... a good fighter, and a good man. I do my best to make the world a better place. Few can match me with the blade, and few warriors possess the same speed as I do. I'm strongwilled on account of being Varan, so silly spells and eccentric magic doesn't do nearly as much to me as it would to the ordinary fellow." Recording all of the info Ralf gave, the scribe would nod to himself as he finished. He would then turn his full attention to Ralf, giving him a warm smile. “You sound like a fine young man, I’m sure you’ll be a great asset to our task force. It’s always a nice thing to have a Varan to be able to depend on. All that’s left for you to do now is sign a contract with us, once that’s done, we can get onto more interesting business.” Riffling through his draw, the scribe would pull out a few documents and pass them along to Ralf across the table. He would also push a jar of ink and a quill across, showing where Ralf should sign should he find it agreeable. The document was the same kind Niklas had received. |
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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 Dec 31, 2015 17:05:13 GMT -8
Ralf looked over the contract. "Er... contract?" Ralf not exactly new to contracts, as they were fairly common in the rest of world for legality purposes. But, being from Asgeir, they always seemed outlandish to some degree. In Asgeir, 'contracts' were done very differently and relied more on Varan honor, virtue, and witnesses. Nevertheless, Ralf had been told by a number of veteran Varan that 'foreign contracts' could be very tricky, and to never sign them 'appropriately'.
Ralf believed everything looked pretty legitimate. He was about to sign the paper when he looked back at the scribe. "Excuse me, brother, but is there anything specific I should know about this contract? Anything 'hidden', or perhaps something that I can't necessarily see? I'd very much like to know if there's any.... strings attached, if you know what I mean."
Ralf was still ready to sign the paper, but awaited a response from the scribe. He was going to rely on the wisdom of age-old warriors for this one.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Dec 31, 2015 20:03:43 GMT -8
Vigil takes the quill in his bandage covered hand and signs the contract with an alien symbol where his name was to go, then passes it back to the scribe.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 20:09:58 GMT -8
Ralf looked over the contract. "Er... contract?" Ralf not exactly new to contracts, as they were fairly common in the rest of world for legality purposes. But, being from Asgeir, they always seemed outlandish to some degree. In Asgeir, 'contracts' were done very differently and relied more on Varan honor, virtue, and witnesses. Nevertheless, Ralf had been told by a number of veteran Varan that 'foreign contracts' could be very tricky, and to never sign them 'appropriately'. Ralf believed everything looked pretty legitimate. He was about to sign the paper when he looked back at the scribe. "Excuse me, brother, but is there anything specific I should know about this contract? Anything 'hidden', or perhaps something that I can't necessarily see? I'd very much like to know if there's any.... strings attached, if you know what I mean." Ralf was still ready to sign the paper, but awaited a response from the scribe. He was going to rely on the wisdom of age-old warriors for this one.
“No no, everything you see in that contract is what you get. There are no hidden rules not shown in the contract. Although I’m sure one such as yourself prefers to go on their word alone, we need contracts for filing purposes as well as in matters dealing with other governments.”
The scribe would wait to see Ralf’s response.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 31, 2015 20:14:40 GMT -8
Vigil takes the quill in his bandage covered hand and signs the contract with an alien symbol where his name was to go, then passes it back to the scribe. The scribe would take the contract back from Vigil and would file it away in his desk. “Most excellent, you are now a member of our taskforce. Now, I will need to give you a few things…” Opening a draw in the desk the scribe would pull a bag of gold and a rather plain ring of silver out of the draw. “This is your first payment, more will come on your payday or if you bring in a target. This ring here is enchanted and allows you to communicate with the tower and the tower to communicate with you. We will use it to let you know when we have a mission for you. You also now have rooms in the tower and are allowed to use the towers various facilities. If you wish to find anything, ask one of the guards and they will lead you to where you need 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 Jan 1, 2016 5:53:07 GMT -8
The use of double negatives sparked Ralf's curiosity. If there were no hidden rules not shown in the contract, then that meant there were hidden rules shown in the contract. Ralf shook his head and dismissed the matter. He took the ink pen and quickly drew the image of a wolf's head on the lines where his name was suppose to go. While it didn't necessarily say 'Ralf Valgard', this was indeed the sigil of his clan, and what he may have used on other contracts. When he finished he smiled at the scribe and pushed them across the table back to him. "Here ye are."
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