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 13, 2016 11:18:54 GMT -8
Konan laughed at Theev'nok's enthusiam, "Alright then!" he said. Konan has a slight hop in his step as he follows the orc to his lands.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 15:51:31 GMT -8
It had been weeks since Moonflower had fled Isra, although she was barely aware of the passage of time. She hunted, but only when her hunger grew so great as to make her weak; she drank, only when her thirst was so intense that she couldn't go on any longer; she slept, only when her body gave out and she collapsed in exhaustion. She was running herself ragged, falling apart at the seams, her skin and fur stretched tight across a form that was little more than bone and sinew by this point. Staggering into the woods, she couldn't even maintain her lupine form, she was so weary. The unsteady pad of four paws became the dragging two-beat steps of boot-clad feet as she entered below the boundary of the trees.
The sun crested high in the sky by the time she finally could go no further, and as she stumbled over herself and crashed to the forest floor, Moon wondered if she was finally going to die. She couldn't bring herself to care, in truth. All she did was huddle into a fetal position, curled up on her side, and stare blankly at the trees in front of her with empty silver-blue eyes.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 16:11:31 GMT -8
Not long after she stopped to stare into the trees a thudding sound can be heard. A trees bend and sway as a hulking figure thunders through the woods. At first it's foot step indicate it is traversing across the forest. Suddenly though there is a pause, after a moment the footsteps thunder towards Moon. After a minute it emerges, a hulking ogre easily ten feet in height. It's cruel yellow eyes fall upon moon and its bloated stomach rumbles with hunger. It levels it's giant club and come towards her. It clearly thinks that it has found easy prey. It raises it's mighty club to smash the weakened woman into pulp. Just before it swings though a rock bounces off it's head. The beast blinks more in surprise than in pain and turns. His attacker is a young man in a blue coat currently running toward it. The ogre looks between the easy prey on the ground and the man. It then decides to try and pulp Moon again. Just as the club is about to fall the young man draws his sword with blinding speed. The blade connects with the monsters wrist and bites deep. The ogre howls in pain and swats at the young man with a massive hand. The man takes the blow flying back with a woof. He lands on the ground in a roll before springing to his feet. The ogre hurt and enraged charges the young knight. What follows is a brief but intense battle. The ogre strength pitted against the knights speed. The katana rises and falls three times for every swing of the club. Each slash whittles down the mighty beast, but it only needs to hit once to win. Eventually though the beast slows staggers and falls. The knight then beheads the fallen beast. Panting he then collapses on to his backside. He rubs the side of his stomach and winces. After a few moments he struggles to his feet and comes to Moon. "Are you hurt, my lady?"
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 16:22:12 GMT -8
The thundering footsteps didn't faze Moon in the slightest.. at least until she realized the source was coming closer. Then she stirred herself and uncurled, sitting up so that she could look at the source. Her eyes widened at the sight of the ogre. Oh. This was bad. It apparently decided it wanted to squish her, and as that giant club came swinging down, she yelped and scrambled to her feet, darting away and hunkering down behind a large tree. Wait, it wasn't coming after her? Peering around the trunk, she stared at.. a white-haired man. Saving her from the monster. She watched with bated breath as he fought it, awestruck at his speed and skill. She'd never really seen anyone who fought with a sword actually do their thing before. When the creature fell, Moon hesitantly stepped out from behind the tree and raked a hand back through her loose white hair, dragging her gaze away from the downed creature and turning it upon the man. 'My lady'? That made her grimace.
"Oh, um.. no, I'm.. fine. Thank you for err.. saving me."
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 16:35:09 GMT -8
The young man starts when he gets a good look at the woman. She looked utterly wretched, as though she had been on the run for weeks. She has a pinched hungry look, her hair lank and flat, her lips dry and cracked. Despite all this the young man can't help but think she would be a beauty under better circumstances. He then promptly puts those thoughts down. That was hardly a chivalrous thing to be thinking right now. Bowing at the waist he says formally.
"Think nothing of it. I am a knight of Airgid'Na'Gealaich, I did only what duty requires. Speaking of, you look as though you require further assistance. I do not have much in the way of provisions, but I would honored to share what I have with you."
Searching around he locates his back pack. It was a few yards away on the forest floor. After retrieving it he presses a half full water skin into her hands.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 16:43:04 GMT -8
Moon knew she probably looked like death warmed over, so his reaction didn't surprise her. She didn't feel much of anything, really. She was still a bizarre mixture of numb and sorrowful, the former suppressing the latter so that she could still function. Well.. mostly function, anyway. Her nose crinkled in puzzlement at hearing the man's words. Air-what now? She couldn't even begin to pronounce that. She did understand the 'knight' part, though. Knights were supposed to be paragons of virtue and goodness who helped people. Maybe this was a roaming one who went around doing so? Her mind flashed back to another wandering swordsman, and her heart clenched painfully, causing tears to well in her eyes. She looked blankly down at the water skin as it was pushed into her hands, then offered it back.
"..No thank you, mister knight, sir. You should keep your provisions for yourself. Save them for someone who really needs them." Whether or not he took it back, she wouldn't keep it; if he refused it, she would place it on the ground, then turn and begin to move away once more. The adrenaline rush which had powered her after her collapse began to fade, and she wobbled as she walked, staggering to one side and reaching out to press a hand against a tree so as to avoid falling. Collapsing when there was no one around didn't bother her, but she had enough pride to at least try and keep her feet when there was someone present to see.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 16:51:54 GMT -8
Mihael did not take the water skin back. When she set it on the ground he did scoop it up. Then he kept pace with her as she walked away. When she started to collapse barely catching herself he gives her a level look. He opens his mouth and hesitates. Then when he finally speaks he does so slowly with great care. "Lady I do not know what hunts you or haunts you. I do however know that you must certainly need my provisions. I have rarely seen someone who needs them more. I ask that you please accept my generosity." His voice turns pleading, he is clearly distressed by her trouble. "I cannot force you, but neither can I let you go as you are. You need help, I could not live with myself if I did not provide it." The knight once again offers her the water skin.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 17:05:18 GMT -8
Moon came to a stop, hand pressed against the tree, as his words reached her ears. Whatever hunted or haunted her... She remembered the brief swirl of green in the apothecary's potion, then the woman's words. She saw the boarded up windows and door of Kematian's home in her mind. The tears in her eyes overflowed and started to tumble down her cheeks as her shoulders shuddered, then a ragged sob escaped her, and all the strength fled from her body. She sagged into the tree at her side, sliding down its rough surface until she was huddled against the large, knotty tangle of roots at its base. Her head lowered, the mass of her hair falling forward to hide her face as she sobbed helplessly.
She was ashamed of herself for crying in front of a stranger, but she just couldn't hold it in anymore. The shell of numbness overlaying her sorrow had cracked, and all that sadness was coming pouring out of her. The one coherent thought she could muster was that maybe he would leave, now. Didn't men tend to flee from crying women? Especially ones who were bawling their eyes out in random forests? She just wanted to be alone.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 17:14:46 GMT -8
A look of sympathy crosses Mihael's face. "I am sorry for whatever happened to you. I cannot offer much, but I can offer a shoulder to cry on. I can also listen if you wish to speak. Though if you'd rather simply let your tears fall in silence I understand." If she will let him he will wrap an arm around her shoulder and slowly helps her down to the ground. The contact is brief, lasting just long enough to get her to the ground. He then sits next to her shoulder to shoulder. He does not know what pain dwells in this woman's heart, but he does know he cannot simply leave her alone. In the depths of sorrow sometimes the sympathy of a stranger could make all the difference.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 17:37:12 GMT -8
Sniffling pitifully, Moon scrubbed at her face with shaking hands, barely even aware of what was going on. Mihael's words barely penetrated the fog of despair around her brain, but somehow, they sank into her subconscious.. and before she knew it, she was blurting out her heartache in between shuddering breaths.
"I went to see my pack-brother and he has these six beautiful children and a mate who loves him and it made me realize that I like children and it made me think about my own mate and how he'd been so distant and then on a whim I went to an apothecary and she gave me a potion that told me that I'd been carrying a pup and lost it and I was so sad and I went to go find my mate and his den was empty he was gone and I just ran and ran and..."
She dropped her forehead onto her upraised knees and continued to bawl. This lasted for several very long minutes until finally her tears dried up, and she just sat there trembling as her breathing struggled to even out. Her head ached, her eyes were all red, her nose was running, and she probably looked terrible.. but she didn't care. She hadn't even told Alden the whole story.. she'd taken off the pin from The Midnight Sun, left it on her shop counter, and just.. fled. Did he even know she was gone? Did anyone? Her heart ached so badly that she couldn't even think properly, but she did feel oddly better, having gotten the whole story out.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 18:03:19 GMT -8
Mihael was slightly confused and it took him a moment to muddle through the story. Mate? Pack brother? Pup? Den? She sounded like a wildling, not that he had ever spoken to a wildling. Peaceful talks with them was before his time. Perhaps she was some sort of lycanthrope? Once he pieced this together her story made quite a bit of sense. He once again presses the water skin into her hands. After crying that much she would need to wet her throat. It also gave him an excuse to think for a minute.
"What you have told me is certainly terribly. You have my deepest sympathies. Still I think running away was the wrong choice. I can see needing to travel after the man you love left you. I do think you should do it properly though. Give a proper goodbye to your pack brother, set your affairs in order and then leave. Perhaps on the road you could something that will help you. I will of course be happy to escort you back to your home."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 19:04:42 GMT -8
Weak fingers curled around the water skin with no complaint, and she fumbled it open before raising her head and sipping gingerly at the contents. Her mouth and throat were so dry that the water was almost painful, at first, and she winced as she took a few hesitant swallows. As he began to speak, she turned her head just slightly, only enough so that Moon could look past the tendrils of her hair at him. He had a point. Normally she just.. ran. She'd never had anyone to worry about her, before. It was wrong of her to leave Alden without a word.. he was her brother, after all, even if just the one of her heart. Slowly, she nodded, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse from crying, making her cringe. Spirits, she sounded terrible.
"You have a point.. I should at least go back and let Alden know.. what happened, and that I'm leaving, and why..." She paused, and her brow furrowed slightly, before she narrowed her eyes at him with open, if mild, suspicion. "You don't have to come with me, though.. you're a knight, shouldn't you be protecting a castle or rescuing princesses or something?" That seemed to make another question occur to her, and her brow crinkled yet further. "What are you doing in a random forest, anyway?"
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 19:52:26 GMT -8
A smile creeps its way across Mihael's face. She had finally taken a drink that was good. If he detects the suspicion in her voice he doesn't show it. Instead he fishes some jerky from his bag and hands it to her. He raises a single eyebrow at the first question, before he can answer she asks the second. Once he is certain it is his turn to speak he says with a slight note of humor in his voice.
"Well first in the stories knights rescue damsels in distress, which you most certainly are. The Knights of Airgid'Na'Gealaich are a chivalric order. Technically I should be in Avelius defending the city from the threats of the Wyld. I however decided to take a more active role in defending my city. I am on a quest to find the last of the Arach line and the mystic blade An Dlí. Only if they are restored will we know peace again. I heard rumors of a mighty blade in these woods so I came to investigate. Unfortunately if there was a sword here, there isn't now. Still every place searched means I get that much closer!"
There is no hint of despair or hopelessness in his gaze. He honestly believe the hopeful message he just stated. Clearly he is a man who doesn't believe in giving up. Which explains why he had refused to just leave Moon alone.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 20:05:42 GMT -8
Taking the jerky, Moon sampled a hesitant bite. How long had it been since she ate? Several days, at least, and she wasn't entirely sure her body would be willing to accept the nutrition. Still, she made herself chew and swallow as she listened to his explanation. She didn't know where Avelius was, or why they'd need to defend it from the wild, but she got that he was a knight searching for a rightful king and a magic sword. It was something right out of a story, and she found herself almost smiling.. almost. The faint hints of that expression disappeared as she grimaced.
"I'm pretty sure you have to be pretty and feminine and wear dresses to qualify as a damsel.. I'm a dirty wolf who hates dresses, I don't think I qualify. I wish you luck finding your king and his magic sword, though. You should definitely be doing that instead of making sure I get back to Isra. I'm sure I can find my way." She was sure of no such thing. Moon's sense of direction was terrible. Trying to hide the fact that she was blatantly lying (she'd never been a good liar, after all), she ate some more of the jerky and took another swallow from the water skin.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 20:31:50 GMT -8
Mihael purses his lips in a slight frown. She was being very difficult. He had never had anyone be so reluctant to accept his help. In fact most woman he had saved seemed eager to be helped. Indeed they often seemed sad when he left. Still he wasn't going to leave her to the wolves. Though he wasn't sure that expression worked since she apparently was one? To him she just looked like a pretty if ragged woman and for perfectly understandable reasons. That thought made him smile as he finally had a response.
"I think that I am the professional here. I get to say who is and is not a damsel and I say you are one. Also I have not yet been to Isra, so I can most certainly look for my king there. That I can also escort you in the process is a simple bonus. Oh and I have forgotten my manners."
Getting back to his feet he gives her a half bow, reaching out and taking her hand in his. He brings his lips to her knuckles. This a formal and polite greeting of a knight to a lady in Albish culture.
"I am Sir Mihael Làidir. It is a pleasure to meet you, milady."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 20:47:22 GMT -8
..He was being stubborn. Moon pursed her lips to one side, but let it go. She was too tired to protest any more. So she just sighed. "Fine.. you can come with me. Though I should probably find a stream somewhere and bathe so I smell a little less like mangy wolf." This last was muttered as she looked at a matted tendril of her usually pristine snowy hair. Her attention was abruptly snared by him standing, taking her hand, and... What was he doing? Why was he kissing her hand?! Her eyes widened in surprise at the gesture even as she felt a flush filling her face. No one had ever done that before.. her hands were callused from working and she wasn't some dainty flower.
"..Uh.. nice to um.. meet you.. I'm Moonflower Two-Winds.. but everyone calls me Moon.. you can too, if you want..." As soon as she could, she pulled her hand away and ducked her head, hiding her embarrassed response. Her shoulders hunched as she tried to draw into herself and disappear, mostly because her blush called to mind the way Kematian had looked when he blushed, and the way he smiled, and how his eyes had sparkled-- Realizing that she had just whimpered as the mental images called forth heartache, she growled and focused on finishing off the jerky in her hand. Spirits, but she missed him. Would this pain ever go away?
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 11, 2016 21:06:03 GMT -8
Mihael had of course been too polite to mention the smell. She wasn't wrong though she could use a bath. The withdrawing and blushing when he kissed her hand was not unexpected. Her reaction was a bit more pronounced than some, but many women in these lands reacted that way. Evidently the practice was not common here. He did not attempt to hold her hand past the kiss, so she pulled it away quickly and easily. Straightening from his bow he says with a smile.
"It is good to meet you as well Moon. Now you said something about a bath?"
He searches through his pack until he finds a bar of soap. He hands this to Moon and then points to the north east.
"There is a stream 200 meters in that direction. Let me know when you are done so I can refill the water skins."
With that he gets to work setting up camp. He sets a fire, sets up a tent, builds a small shelter, sets some snares, and generally keeps himself busy.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 11, 2016 21:19:45 GMT -8
He heard that? She seemed utterly mortified by this fact, and she took the soap with a mutter, then after swallowing the last of the jerky and some more of the water, she stood and moved toward the stream. "..Thank you." Moving to the stream, she stripped and immersed herself in it, scrubbing at her hair and body with the soap until she was all clean. Clambering out of the stream and scrubbing herself dry with fistfuls of grass before pulling her clothes back on. They were mostly clean due to her spending most of her time in wolf form. Hiding behind her wet hair, she returned to the area where she'd left Mihael.. and found a camp. She blinked.
"..You work fast." Handing the soap back to him, she huddled up next to the fire so it could dry her hair, resting her chin on her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. She was staring into the flames in silence, her mind whirling as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened to her. And what was she going to say to Alden? She had to decide on that, too. What did she even want to do with her life? Run around until it stopped hurting? What if it never stopped hurting? What would she do then? Run until she died?
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 12, 2016 8:36:13 GMT -8
"A good work ethic is vital, especially when you travel alone. Excuse me for just a moment."
Getting to his feet he heads to the stream and refills his water skin and a pot. When he returns he sets the pot on the fire to boil. Staring into the flames he allows Moon to think. He has done what he can for her, for this moment. Now he would make dinner and see she had a good nights sleep. After that they would head to Isra and once she was safe he would continue his quest. Though he did look forward to the trip back. It had been quite sometime since he had a traveling companion. It would be nice to have someone to talk to.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 12, 2016 8:57:34 GMT -8
Moon's attention didn't waver from the fire as he moved about, doing whatever he did. But it wasn't long before her unblinking stare became a blinking one. Her eyelids slowly lowering only to snap back up as though trying to not blink. And then those blinks started becoming longer and longer. Her hair was mostly dry by the time her body finally gave up and she just sort of slumped bonelessly onto the ground. Curled up on her side with her hands tucked up against her upper chest, she fell into a deep if troubled sleep, her lips formed into a frown and her brow furrowed.
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