Konan
Committed
Roleplay posts: 73 
Age: 14
Physical Description: Standing at a height of 3 feet 2 inches, Konan does not seem to be a very intimidating fellow. Like many of his race, he is of diminuitive size. Konan is what is called a halfling, an animal-like and child-like race. Halflings are generally between 2 to 4 feet tall, with animal like features, usually mammalian, although some reptilian halflings have been known to exist.
Halflings can look almost completely animal-like, with fur covering their whole body, or they can be almost human like with only some animal like features. Konan is of the latter, with only large furry ears and a tail manifesting itself. His feet also seem to be small paws, which are quick and allow for quick agile movements.
Konan has bleach blonde hair along with similar colored fur on his animal like parts, and dark brown eyes that hold a determined fire almost always. Although like many halflings they also hold a mischievous glint.
Clothes and Equipment: Konan is an adventurer, and therefore travels lightly. He only has one set of clothing which is actually a very lightweight but durable armor. This armor gives him as much protection while offering the greatest freedom of movement. Hidden within this armor are four enchanted daggers that seem to have peculiar markings on them.
He also carries with him an unassuming looking sword, that is about a foot in length. To a normal sized human, the sword would look nothing more than perhaps a long dagger, but to Konan it is a full fledged long sword.
Aside from this he carries a small backpack on his back that has all the essentials for traveling, along with some other unknown things.
Player's online availability : Y'know
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 20:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Konan on Feb 15, 2016 19:59:43 GMT -8
Konan seems somewhat baffled still as to what had just went down. The halfling had taken to just staring blankly at Echoes and the Orcs... and just everyone for the past minute or so as he watched the events unfolding. In reality, the detail that derailed his entire train of thought was solely Echoes appearing out of nowhere, that was quite unexpected. He mentally hears Resonance speaking in his mind along with Jun's however, as he has a sword (sorta) that is much like Jun's and linked to Resonance himself.
"Okay then..." Konan scoots over to Jun, giving her a friendly smile, "I can help out too, if you want!" he said. He didn't really know what he would be helping with though.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 15, 2016 21:12:59 GMT -8
Jun blinked as Konan approached her, wondering whether or not she should get down on one knee to match his height. This whole thing was just as baffling to her, and in fact a part of her regretted volunteering to be the healer. "That sounds great. Who knows, they might need all the help they can get." As she looked out at the scene, Jun unconsciously tried to scratch her head with the tip of her sword, and then remembered it was at least as sharp as the stones of her club. She pulled it away from her head out of reflex. The blade was accompanied by several cleanly cut strands of hair. She could hear Resonance snickering at her. "Silly Jun, you don't need a haircut! Your hair looks fine!" Jun grinned at the weapon uncomfortably, remembering what it was like when she first received Cortatomo. That was embarrassing, though it wouldn't have matched accidentally decapitating herself. She never did pay for that statue. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 5:17:26 GMT -8
As he walked forth, he heard the man speak of apology, trying his best to turn around, but only doing so much as turning his head to reveal him acknowledging the pledge. Did it matter? His speech was ruined, the people's chance upon changing crushed. Was it truly hopeless now?
Marching forward to Zar'Dura, she spoke once more, making him frown his eyes a moment and growl out, more of irritation than anger. "Do not consider me priestly, Zar'Dura, that I've come to bash once more with you." He barked out, soon sitting down in front of her, his massive body seeming to nearly triple her own as he looked to her. "You've just grown to an age where you may wish to understand the world. And that world we've spoken of... about them, about those out of this rock.. it has died. Upon other circumstances I would trust this man, but these outlanders have grown a tongue more bent than the heated iron." He looked to her hair, then to her face once more, placing his fists down on either side of him.
"I wish for your safety, nothing more, Zar'Dura. I've been out there much longer than you have, my visage upon these people is educated, yet slim in that of trust. You are too young to risk your life like this.." He spoke, soon hanging his head slightly. "You are too young to be in danger.. If these, these spirits speak to you, I know not of them. But if it is truly the wind and earth that commands you to follow this man, stare into me and speak of it whole." He said, his face now open to persuasion, staring straight into her own eyes, trying to keep it locked as his own eyes were opened wide. So from there he waited, finding comfort in her amber eyes, eyebrows slowly relaxing as he waited for a response, his right hand turned upwards to hold something, a symbol of waiting in a serious conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 6:27:32 GMT -8
And so behind the Chieftan's Hut he would find Shorbolg's, standing there with a gentle smoke rising from the top. As he neared it, however, the door was seen slowly opening, and pitch black was inside. If he continued to get closer, his eyes would meet with a green flame, entering the bowl of fire into his visage. A small whispering of chanting was heard, a handful of voices whispering at the same time, soon halting as he neared.
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Gash The Spirit Conduit
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 140 years and looks like it.
Physical Description: Aged but still very much so fit Gash stands tall and unbowed despite how old he is. He has large lower fangs and a scar that runs from the base of his throat all the way to the bottom of his abdomen and his eyes are slit, much like that of a snake which grant him incredibly heat vision.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears sparse clothing, preferring to don only a few magically reinforced pelts and a headdress of skulls and other knick knacks. His most defining feature being his incredibly dark skin tone, which he usually covers up with a mixture of paint and the ashes of his ceremony fires.
Registered: Jan 27, 2016 12:03:27 GMT -8
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Post by Gash The Spirit Conduit on Feb 16, 2016 7:02:43 GMT -8
Gash watched the fight in the pit with a studious gaze, his old eyes picking up on every nuance and muscle movement that either combatant did. The elderly orc never did bother to pick up a weapon himself but he always was one to appreciate tactics and muscle control, and it was clear that Gunndis was far more clever in combat than the tribe's own fighter. And even though her moves were called out and looked down on as 'dirty' Gash understood that she even in training one shouldn't hold back, especially against someone that much larger than her.
When she blew her top and started her apparent temper tantrum Gash even found himself grinning. She reminded him a great deal of himself when he was younger, a real spitfire who didn't skirt around issues when they presented themselves. After all, most problems ceased to be problems after a solid punch to the chin.
"Huh, a bit rough 'round the edges but she may not be all bad," he said under his breath as straightened his back. He had chosen to watch the fight away from the other orcs, he liked them just fine but fighting all day had certain... adverse, side effects. They smelled terrible.
When it seemed that the lieutenant was simply fed up and was planning on leaving the old shaman simply shrugged. "That's a shame, coulda put a few more dents into the meathead's thick skull... Maybe he woulda learned a thing thing or two. Oh well, that isn't my problem."
He noticed that Kold was once more trying to be the middle man and another amused grin graced his lips, although he was quick to wipe it away when the younger warrior started walking in his direction.
"It seems that we've discouraged yet another foreigner, we're pretty good at that. So what do you plan to do now?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 7:12:38 GMT -8
Kold'Ron frowned at Gash's smile, soon lightening his face to a neutral position as he spoke. Sighing, Kold'Ron looked back, sort of glad the outlander was gone. That entire setup was terrible, and the fact on her words. He turned back to Gash, replying to what he said. "If all the warrior's have a tongue like that, I fear for what the armies look like." He joked lamely, trying to muster up his orc pride once more after being yelled at by Orf'.
He grasped onto Gash's right shoulder, leaning in as he suddenly lifted his tongue once more. "I've spoken to my father... and he told me.." He looked around them, realizing they were alone for the most part. "He told me he wishes for Spirit's Guidance with me." He stated, leaning in more to whisper. "I'm to be training for the next Shaman King.." He leaned backwards, waiting for Gash's reaction as he left his hand upon his shoulder, waiting for a response. As blunt as he said it, it was exactly what he meant.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 16, 2016 7:23:54 GMT -8
Echoes walks up to Shorbolg, smiling his slightly perplexed smile. Along the way he had to resist the urge, to start scanning the wards surrounding the village. While time sight could reveal much, a fourth dimensional scan revealed all, at least when it came to magic. Still he had a conversation to have. He had already shuffled through, thousands of iterations of his chat with Shorbolg. It was time to actually cement one into his personal time stream. He decides to open with a greeting in orc, this could have a multitude of possible reactions. He hoped that this would be one of the times Shorbolg, took it as a sign of respect.
"Greetings Shorbolg, Shaman King. I am Echoes, mage of time and space. I came to request the boon, of a writ of passage for Zal'Dura. I understood that such requests are more amicable received, when asked by someone who has done something for the clan. I will also inquire if there is anything I can do, for the orcs of Falkreath."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 7:37:43 GMT -8
Arising from his meditation, which no matter what dimension he traveled to, it had remained a mystery, Shorbolg looked to him, a calm, welcoming smile to his face for a moment, noticing the orc tongue. Replying with a gentle respect, he revealed more than just an old man.
"I know who you are, and what you've come for." He started, walking towards the fire as he placed his hand over the crucible. "I've foreseen your travel here, and your intentions, and this I warn you." He stated, turning to the man. "I've yet to see what evil you may bring, but I have seen the promise of betterment. You wish for Zar'Dura, but she is young, a pupil of the Shamans. I respect you coming to me, but you must ask yourself this: How many futures detail her success over others for this journey? How would the higher of shamans work better than my small child?" He questioned, his face a bit concerned now.
"I see what you wish to reward with, and knowledge is the acquired. We know all we must, and a hint of what we wish." He replied, keeping the ancient formality of such a language going. "If there ever shall be a time I need you to visit, you shall already know." He hobbled forward to the man, reaching to his shoulder, slowly placing his palm upon the shoulder as he closed his eyes. "Hmm... yes." He stated, examining something, but untold of what. "You are worthy for our kin, and my knowledge. But, however, you will take more than just my pupil." He looked back up to Echoes. "Professor, I respect and acknowledge you, but I do not trust you. I shall send another shaman with her, more skilled. Not to testify your strength, no, Professor Echoes, but to ensure her safety, if this ritual to bring your child back is too much for her power. In return, you shall return them safely, and you shall remind the child of her duties to her people, before that of others."
He marched slowly back towards the green fire, leaning his head into it as he stared. "You will take the child and Kold'Ron, and from there you shall continue your ritual elsewhere, away from my village. With this, I shall align her with my blessing. Bring my child to this hut, and she shall be blessed with my approval." He looked back to him. "But do leave the two to talk, first." He stated, a small smile to his face as his eyes turned grey for a moment, grunting as the smile faded to a moment of hurt for a moment.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 16, 2016 8:12:15 GMT -8
Echoes briefly considers explaining that the ritual was fourth dimensional. Anything that exist within a fourth dimensional state, was outside normal flow of time; That meant he had no idea if the ritual would work, even if he had a better shaman. Ultimately the best choice was keeping his mouth shut. He was going to get what he wanted, better even, since they were sending two shaman. Still he opted to give Shorbolg something he probably hadn't thought of. Echoes produces a rolled scroll, and hands it to Shorbolg. If the orc reads it, he will find a description of a warding rune that acts as a sort of magical heat sink. "Thank you. So you know your wards are very good, however they didn't have sufficient buffering. Slipping through was relatively easy thanks to Resonance' magical wake, and it's disturbance of your wards. This rune evenly distributes magical wake over the entire ward web, which will greatly strengthen your wards both to external attack, and interference from powerful magics." With that Echoes depart to find Zar'Dura the Listener. He waits till she is free, then tells her to speak to Shorbolg. |
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 16, 2016 11:04:20 GMT -8
It was true, Theev'Nok was no priest to chastise her for her brashness, but that didn't seem to stop most of the tribe from doing just so. Watching as he sat in front of her, she barely restrained a sigh. "The spirits whisper to me of far things, Theev'Nok. I was warned of this man's coming and the trial he would bring, because the earth has felt his tears and the wind has heard his sorrows. I may not have the power to draw his childrens' spirits to earth, or to create the vessels that they need inhabit, but I can hear them. They grow weaker with every passing moon, lost in the space between worlds."
Her eyes closed, head tilting back slightly to open her ears to the sounds around them, many of which only she could hear. If she could hear not only the spirits of earth and wind, now, then that meant her abilities were growing, in breadth if not in power. "I cannot remain wolf-cub forever; even a pup must be allowed to grow and become a true member of the pack. I am but a child in the eyes of the tribe, but I have not been one in heart or mind in many turnings of the seasons. To hear the things I hear, Theev'Nok... There are far places that call to me, places strong in the earth, in the spirits. They bid me come and sit for a time, that I may take their power and knowledge into myself."
Opening her eyes, Zar'Dura stared up at the sky with an oddly wistful gleam to those golden hues. Her chest rose with a deep inhalation, then fell as she heaved a sigh, finally lowering her head to fix those eyes on Theev'Nok's once more. "I know it is not my place to leave the tribe. And I will of course obey the will of the elder if he commands that I stay. But I wish to see the world, and explore the mysteries it holds. Is that so wrong?" Spotting Echoes approaching, she gave the man a quick nod; she had her suspicions as to what he would have to say, but she would give Theev'Nok the courtesy of saying his piece before she left. She owed him, after the way she rose to his challenge earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 11:13:51 GMT -8
Her words sunk into him, like a boulder hurled int a lake. At this point, Theev'Nok presented concern, but sympathy and pride for her as well. She spoke of this child as if the earth knew it. With this, he continued to hear her words of spirits and earth. Theev'Nok only grew more sorrowful that it came to the point that she had to leave.
As she questioned him, it came present that it was not rhetorical. Theev'Nok raised his head after listening, continuing on. "No..." He finally confessed. And could he say otherwise? That was him 63 years ago! "... All-Maker be with you, if our King truly blesses you. But take heed, Zar'Dura." He started up for a moment, pupils dilated. "One may only travel for so long before the Beast finds them, out there." With that, he looked to where she looked, noticing Echoes. A grumble grew from his mouth, more of a held-in sigh, lifting himself up as he looked down to her. Gently, as if begrudgingly, he placed a fist upon his chest, stating a farewell as much as "Be safe." Before walking towards the group which came with him.
He was embarrassed, but he had to speak to them. "I... I am sorry, outlanders." He confessed with a saddened tone, looking to the group as a whole. "I've failed upon my intentions, and your trip here has been in vain. Shall you wish to stay or depart now is up to you, but under my honor both decisions are respected." With that, he stood there for a few moments, wondering if any of them had a question before he decided to leave.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Feb 16, 2016 12:46:18 GMT -8
With things having finally settled down, Spero turns his full attention back to Ymir. He feels terrible, he tried to make her feel better, but only made things worse. Heaving a sigh he stares down at his feet, idly tracing circles in the sand. He wanted so much to help her, but he wasn't sure how.
"As I was saying Ymir, I am very sorry I took your hand. I was just trying to make things easier on you, but I could feel how tense you got. I didn't mean to make things worse. I just want so much to help you, and I am not sure how. It is difficult to explain. Your soul calls out for help, yet it is also afraid. It is like you see other people as a fire, you can burn yourself on. Even when they are trying to be a flame, you can warm yourself next to. I can't force my help onto you, just know I wish to. But if you want me to go, if that will make things easier for you, I will."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 12:55:07 GMT -8
Ymir looks up at Spero, but can't bring herself to meet his eye.
He just wants to do the right thing...and it's my fault that he can't. Now he's unhappy, and it's all because of me. Demons ruin everything...
She sighs, biting her lip nervously.
"Don't go, Spero. I want you to stay, it's just that...everyone knows angels are always smiting and banishing demons. I know you won't, but it's just a nagging worry...and I don't like crowds. I don't like being looked at."
Of course, everyone's going to stare no matter what. I'm a succubus, after all.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Feb 16, 2016 13:30:30 GMT -8
When she says he can stay his face lights up in a smile. A smile very clearly caused by Ymir's words.
"I am very happy that you are willing to let me stay. I will do my best to allay any nagging doubts, I truly wish you no harm and I intend to prove it."
With things settled for the moment, Spero turns his attention to the events surrounding him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 14:32:05 GMT -8
Glad that the crowd's attention is elsewhere, Ymir leans against Spero.
My goodness, he's so tall...
She sighs contentedly.
It's not like it was with Zhax. I still don't feel as safe as I did around him. Still, though...it's a start.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 15:06:20 GMT -8
After his small statement, his head rose, looking to the two. Sighing, he let a smirk escape his melancholy mindset. "It's good to see that fire again, even when it's away from the village." He complimented in a sense, towards the two. It was an odd pair, that much was true. A demon woe'd by an angel, who would've thought. Theev'Nok looked down to Konan and June, sighing as he took two steps towards them as he waited for some acknowledgment, still feeling upset about what was going on.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 16, 2016 17:09:29 GMT -8
Surprised by Theev'Nok's understanding, her eyes widened slightly, and as he stood, so did she. Her gaze briefly searched the scarred face of the male before her, and then Zar'Dura inclined her head in acknowledgement of his words, and the concern behind them. "It is a trial all must one day face. I will return." Turning to face Echoes, she approached the time mage, lowering her voice for his ears. "I know. The elder wishes to speak with me. Remain here. I must go make amends for my haste." Brushing past Echoes, she made her way to Shorbolg's hut, and waited outside only long enough as was proper.
Moving inside with gaze downcast, she stopped just inside the hut's doorway, and dropped to one knee. Fist with staff clutched in its grasp was planted to the earth at her side, as other hand rested upon her upraised knee. Her head lowered to the point that her hair spilled forward and came to lay in ropy tendrils upon the ground in front of the furs that wrapped her form, exposing the back of her neck in both submission and apology. "Great Elder. I have come to lay my apology at your feet. It was wrong of me to act so hastily, and without permission. I can only hope that my good intentions will make amends for my mistake." Her eyes closed, fully ready to accept whatever punishment would be meted out upon her. "Should you choose to deny the outlander his request, I will of course obey, and serve whatever penance you require."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 17:22:25 GMT -8
As her head hung, slow, gentle footsteps would march towards her, a hand reaching out blindly. His eyes were closed, a struggling face upon him as he reached for her head, soon following it down to raise her chin upwards, staring through his eyelids to meet her own eyes. "Child, your ambition is expected, but not appreciated." He lifted her chin up slightly more before releasing it, allowing her to break her formal bow. The upraise was a bit fast, obviously upset over something from before. Little would she know Echoes' last statement, a verbal jab to his knowledge, expecting Shorbolg's wards to be meant for everything, as if he was weak in comparison. However, these thoughts subsided with Shorbolg's understanding of the current situation.
"You've laid a toll upon Theev'Nok, partaking in the distraction of his meaning." He stated, obviously a bit disappointed as he turned to her once more, eyes barely opened. Were they stone? He continued speaking, as if it wasn't able to be noticed. "It is his motive to apologize to, not I. But it matters not now, no. This is much more important than our ways of living." He turned to face her once more, grasping upon a small, stone rod, green etchings soon swirling around it and the stone chiseling itself to attain a decorative presence. "You wish for this travel above the highest of desires, so tell me, Zar'Dura, is it because of the child? A lost spirit, wishing to return to this world? Or is it the wish to leap from your boundaries, that you want to escape an honor as a student of my teachings?" He questioned, gently stepping forward once more, leaning on his staff as he looked to her, waiting for an answer. It seemed that there was hope after all for her to embark on this adventure with Professor Echoes.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Feb 16, 2016 17:45:36 GMT -8
Eyes opened as she heard Shorbolg approaching, and only raised when he tipped her chin upward, settling upon the well-known face of her teacher. Given permission to break from her bow, Zar'Dura nonetheless remained on the ground, simply shifting her position. Both legs now upon the earth, she tucked them beneath her body, laying her staff across her lap and gripping its length with both hands. "I will apologize to Theev'Nok. It was not my intent to distort his words to the tribe, but I admit, my excitement got the better of me. I behaved like a foolish wolf-cub, and I regret my actions." There was genuine remorse within her tone as she lowered her head a fraction once more.
The question of her motives was not unexpected, and Zar'Dura frowned at the insinuation that she wished to leave her teacher and his ways behind. Shaking her head, she turned those gleaming golden hues upon the aged orc once more. "Great Elder, I would never scorn the honor of your teachings. You have shown me my path in this world. But I feel that this is something I must do. The spirits whisper to me, and the pain of this lost soul causes an ache within me." One hand released its hold on her staff, rising to tap knuckles of a loosely-curled fist against her sternum. "Its voice grows weak, and it seems to me that it would be a great wrong to let this innocent life be lost forever. All things deserve their chance to live. This you have taught me. What kind of monster would I be if I did not help give this spirit a second chance to experience the life it should have had, and was denied, just because of a father's mistake?"
It could not be denied that Zar'Dura had never hesitated to display such compassion before. She was always kind to the younglings of the tribe, never hesitating to offer them forbidden treats if they did well in their duties and training, or to bind any small wounds and offer words of comfort. For all her quiet ways, she was a favorite of the little ones, and she loved them dearly. It bothered her greatly, to think that a child's life had been lost, and was in danger of being lost forever. She wanted to help. It was obvious in her tone, and in the imploring way she gazed up at her teacher.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 18:01:55 GMT -8
"And with this way of thinking, my child, have you ignored what we've done to our own people?" He looked to her now, eyes completely open to show, indeed, they were made of stone. He was blind, at this moment, his staff wobbly as he managed to lean against it, staring somehow dead into her eyes.
"How we've discarded the weak? Surely you cannot ignore what mistakes we've made with our own people, but that is because our tribe commands it." He halted himself, looking to the fire, strangely the only thing he could see. "I... I'm sorry, Zar'Dura.. my years have turned me bitter." He looked back to her, continuing to walk forward, judging his path by where the voice came from. The young, compelled voice.
He reached forward, waiting to place the Writ of Passage to her hand, grunting as he lifted up his staff gently, letting it drop to the ground, a religious command of telling her to stand with pride. "Then, you shall rise to this need, save this spirit, for it is not of our blood. Therefore, it is an outlander, which we hold highly above all other sentience." He stated, a small smile growing to his face, soon replaced with a serious face once more. "However, before you lay eyes upon Echoes, or do so much as to walk his direction, you shall visit Kold'Ron, and tell him to travel with you. Is this clear?" He questioned, his eyes still completely solidified in stone.
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