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 Mar 8, 2016 13:59:39 GMT -8
( Alden Marshal) Ralf advances to the bridge, but is wary. As soon as he is in within range he drops the items and yells "gah!" before fleeing across the bridge. "Good luck, troll-kin," he hollers back as he high-tails down the road. <Exit> |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 9, 2016 1:51:07 GMT -8
"Eye is appropriate I suppose." The bandit muses, clearly referencing the man's eye patch. The bandit drops gracefully from the tree, he is about forty feet away. The odds of reaching him before being shot are low, but perhaps not impossible. The man gives the two a rakish smile. "Now you can see me. Not that I believe you couldn't before. Now as I was saying, give us your money or we will take your lives. There are still five arrows trained on you, is a bit of gold really worth getting shot?" Shin smirks as he jests about his eye patch. "Ah, there you are. Is that so?" Shin looks up and around, "Well isn't that a predicament, I would say no, it's not worth a bit of gold to get shot. I am Nishida Shintaro from Katashima, who would you be?" Shintaro would bow in greeting, he was prepared to draw one of his blades if things went south, his thumb pressed against the tsuba of his katana. |
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Livi
New
Roleplay posts: 4 
Age: 12
Physical Description: Livi is only 4'2, she has an approachable and adorable face and charm to her. She has long black hair with sky blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Livi's everyday clothing consists of a school girl outfit, it's unrecognizable by anyone. The uniform not from any school or academy in the land. She wears a simple black garter under her skirt, attached to her right leg. On the garter, a halter for a long and sharp blade.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 6:32:26 GMT -8
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Post by Livi on Mar 9, 2016 8:30:06 GMT -8
A short, young girl approached the road. She looked to be unarmed, and completely safe. She tossed her head back and forth, maybe she was lost? She seemed to be wearing a school uniform..but, not from any school around here.. She seemed to have no training in magic, or fighting, or in navigating. She looked as though she stopped to ponder something.. Hm, maybe she had a memory problem? She spoke very hushed and quick, as though she was mumbling to herself. Maybe she was waiting or expecting someone?
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"I'm pretty sure..that this was the way I supposed to go.." she says quietly to herself.
She crosses her arms in frustration, "Dangit.."
She looked all around her, searching.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 9, 2016 12:45:29 GMT -8
(The Forest Bandits - Warlord Shintaro Nishida .) The bandit raises an eyebrow at Shintaro's response. Still his grin doesn't fade. It is the grin of a man confident, he as someone by the balls. "You are awfully slow to comply, if you truly don't consider it worth it. Still if you are foreigner... I suppose I can be polite while robbing you. I would hate to dampen your opinion of the mainland." The bandit sweeps into a low extravagant bow. "I am known as Kite of the forest, gentleman bandit. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now with formalities out of the way, be a dear and surrender your gold. Just set it down, and you will be free to pass." (The Lights In The Swamp - Livi .) The young girl would find no one and nothing around her. Eventually she would have to continue on. as she travels the ground begins to soften, and dark trees spring up. The road has taken her into a swamp, and ground squelching under her boots. A fog slowly spreads up, and the sun begins to set. Strange lights can be seen through the mists.  |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 9, 2016 18:31:57 GMT -8
With his free hand, Shin snapped his fingers, "Kun-san, pay this man."
The servant would reach into the bags and retrieve a 2 pouches filled with Medanese currency, he'd toss them to Kite.
"I hope this passes your toll Kite-san. May I inquire what towns are past here?"
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 9, 2016 22:21:57 GMT -8
Efrik stumbled along the open road, ever foot step unsteady, both from the mud under his bare feet, and from the total exhaustion of having walked so far in the rain. It had been raining since he left the slums of Bayonne, and he had walked without stopping and without food for nearly two days. His teeth chattered so violently that he was afraid he might accidentally bite his tongue off if he tried to speak. Not that there was anyone to speak to. The few travelers he had seen had all but ignored him.
He simply hoped to escape the cartel-run alleys and dives of Bayonne. To not have to run from both the law and the criminals just to survive. To find a place where his status meant nothing. He knew they were all vain hopes -- there was no such place in this world. Still, he stumbled onward unsure of where he was even headed or if he'd even make it.
Eventually, when he could walk no more, he stumbled and finally sat down next to a large boulder that looked as though it had been in its place since the road's construction. There was a large pool of clean rain water in the grass near it, and he bent his face down to drink from it. It was then that he heard voices and laughing from further down the road. The rain wasn't heavy, but enough so that his tired eyes had a difficult time focusing on the source. It looked like two, maybe three men in heavy cloaks, maybe armored. He tried to scrabble out of sight, to the other side of the boulder.
As the men drew nearer, he heard one of them say to the others, "hey, what's that? Some poor wretch way out here?" The men circled around him laughing amongst themselves. Even through the rain, Efrik could smell the drink on them. Efrik looked up through loose knots of his own hair and saw the men for what they really were: brigands. Their armor was patchwork at best, scraggly beards smeared onto dirty faces, and old swords now visible under their cloaks, probably looted from the bodies of a battleground somewhere.
"Hey, what's wrong boy," one of the others half-yelled. "Devil take your tongue?" The three burst into laughter again.
The first nudged Efrik hard in the ribs with the point of boot. "Answer the man, shit eater," he yelled loud enough to hurt Efrik's ears.
"Aww hell, this poor bastard isn't even worth it," said the third. "We gotta get to Bayonne by tomorrow night, let's get moving"
"We got plenty of time," the first replies. "Let's have a little fun with this fucker." He brings his foot back and kicks Efrik in the thigh hard enough that it immediately cramps from a combination of the blow and exhaustion. The three laugh again as Efrik howls in pain.
Unable to move his leg now, Efrik starts trying to crawl away from the three, but the wet grass and exhaustion all but prevent him from getting far. Another boot collides with him, this time just under the ribs in the back, likely bruising a kidney in the process if not breaking a rib or two. Efrik can't breathe now, let alone cry out in pain. He falls into the puddle, face first. Just before his face hits the water, he sees a reflection of his current self. Soaked, hair knotted and caked with mud, eyes a dull yellow laced with red streaks, face knotted up in the visage of pure agony. Maybe it's better if I just die here, he thinks to himself, no longer able to claw his way back out of the inches deep puddle that threatens to suffocate him.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 9, 2016 22:23:39 GMT -8
[Enter from Bayonne]
The trip from Bayonne to Nireal takes about two days by horse, and the first day is coming to a close. The stars begin to twinkle and shine overhead through the dusky clouds, the silvery silhouette of the moon outlined against the setting sun. A cool dusk breeze carries with it the scent of the pine trees that surround the path, a pleasant musky scent reminiscent of nights spent camping in the deep woods and the untamed wilderness. Birds chirp to one another as they prepare to settle in for the night, their beautiful songs and rustling wings filling the air. Every once in awhile, a stag darts through the road, skittish and speedy. Foxes rustle about in the underbrush, returning to their burrows. It's a very calm place, this dusty road, filled with nature and serenity.
Raena looks up from the road to the darkening sky and slows her horse to a stop. She turns to address Fol-lu, Skywarden, whose arms are wrapped about her armoured midriff behind her. "We should set up camp for the night somewhere near the road. It's getting dark. Even the safest of roads is dangerous to ride at night," comes her stony intonation. She dismounts and leads her massive snowy white destrier off the road and into the woods. Before long, she stumbles upon a clearing, one that seems to have been used many a time by travellers looking for a place to camp, judging by the charred fire ring set up in the centre and the trampled grasses. Still, no one seems to have been by in a while, so it's safe to assume it's uninhabited at the moment. Raena removes a rolled up tent from her saddle bags, setting it up quickly. It looks rather small, only meant to hold one person. Raena hadn't thought about that fact before.
"Ah...this might be an issue," she says, turning her icy gaze upon Fol-lu, "We may have to sleep in close quarters. Close enough that you may feel some discomfort. Unless you would rather I sleep outside. I am capable of such, and I would not wish to inconvenience my travel partner." |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 9, 2016 22:26:44 GMT -8
(The Forest Bandits - Warlord Shintaro Nishida.) kite hefts the bags in his hand. If Shintaro gave up this much, he could have more. Still Kite was a gentleman bandit for a reason. If the foreigner was going to be so reasonable, he would respond in kind. Beside money without blood shed was always preferable. "Well my friend, you will find Isra if you keep following this road. Only city really worth a damn in these parts. Beyond that is Goraia, formally known as Medan. I'd stay away if I were you though. The new regime isn't kind. Thank you for your patronage, and for being so reasonable. I will let you pass without further incident. Though I do have a question before you do. What is a katashimin doing out here? Didn't think your kind left home." |
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 22:46:01 GMT -8
Consciousness. It was a novel concept, after so long without any awareness of the outside world. But of course, as soon as awareness was fully reached, she realized the reason. There must be a Chosen; it's the only reason why she would feel the Call. Drifting aimlessly within the void, she spotted a dim glimmer of light from above, and tilted her head back, gazing up at the portal. There was a face there, a drawn and filthy boy who was looking fearfully in another direction. Willing herself up to the barrier of the portal, the Wraith's hands pressed to it as she strove to see what was happening.
He scrambled away, and she saw three cloaked men go after him. Their words were muddled by the barrier of the portal, their movements seemingly slowed, as time ran differently on the other side of the portal. There was a low, angry hiss as she caught glimpse of them abusing the boy - who had to be her Chosen, given that his was the first face she saw - and saw him struggling back in her direction. She strained against the barrier, trying to fight her way past it to save him.. but it was no use. She couldn't pass through without his acknowledgement. As Efrik gazed into the puddle, a face not his own would slowly replace his reflection. Ghostly pale and wreathed by long cyan-colored hair that seemed to float about her, black eyes gazed up at him past the edge of a voluminous black hood as her lips moved, an ethereal voice whispering into the air.
Need me. Call me. I will come.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 9, 2016 22:57:14 GMT -8
When Efrik saw the ethereal face in the pool of water, he thought he must be hallucinating. All of the fatigue, lack of food, pain, it was all spinning together and causing these visions before his vision would finally go dark and the pain would subside. But then he heard a voice too. A voice detached from the reality of his burning lungs and his contorted leg. "Call me," it said.
His fear was quickly turning into panic as he tried to push his way up and out of the water, but couldn't bring his face above the surface. And then he felt a boot on the back of his neck, pushing him hard into the ground. Even his panic was starting to fade now, the pain overriding any other senses. He could feel himself fading. In one last desperate attempt to stay alive, he used the last of his breath to call out to the face in the water. "Help me." The air in his lungs was barely enough to move his vocal chords, and now it too was gone.
At least when the darkness came, the pain would stop.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 23:17:02 GMT -8
Power surged through Sione's body as her Chosen spoke two simple words. Two single syllables, but enough to fulfill the Pact. Her transition through the barrier was smooth, her now-corporeal arms wrapping around his body and pulling him effortlessly out of the puddle that was stealing his life as she emerged fully. Standing atop the water with hair flowing and Efrik clutched in her arms, her head tilted up just enough to aim a venomous, black-eyed glare at the trio of men.
Simultaneously her shield bubbled outward, a barricade seemingly made of writhing grey mist that would repel the men backwards. As she knelt, laying Efrik gently on his back to one side of the puddle, her cold voice hissed a warning to the violent interlopers. "..Leave now, and I will let you live. Remain, and your lives are forfeit." For all her waifish appearance, there was an undeniable air of malevolence about her when she spoke those words, and the cold of death itself seemed to emanate from her. At least, as far as the men were concerned; Efrik, if he were conscious, would only feel that she had a strong intent to protect.. him.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 10, 2016 0:45:19 GMT -8
"I left because Civil War has torn through my country. Hopefully I can align myself with more warriors and maybe take control of another portion of land like I used to own."
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Livi
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 12
Physical Description: Livi is only 4'2, she has an approachable and adorable face and charm to her. She has long black hair with sky blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Livi's everyday clothing consists of a school girl outfit, it's unrecognizable by anyone. The uniform not from any school or academy in the land. She wears a simple black garter under her skirt, attached to her right leg. On the garter, a halter for a long and sharp blade.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 6:32:26 GMT -8
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Post by Livi on Mar 10, 2016 6:17:11 GMT -8
(Alden)
Livi shakes, crossing her arms for warmth. The air seemed to get chilled. She looks on each side of here, realizing she was lost in this swamp. She sees the lights, flickering all around her through the mist. She walks a short distance, trying to get a better view of the strange lights. She puts her hand out, hoping it would be a bug of some sort, but as soon as she moved her hand close enough, it went out.
"What..?"
She shakes her head and slaps her cheeks, turning her head to the side to see more lights through the mist.
"Where am I..?" She asks herself, concerned.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 10, 2016 9:19:42 GMT -8
(The Forest Bandits - Warlord Shintaro Nishida.) Kite smirks at Shintaro. His expression halfway between derision and admiration. "So a disgraced foreign noble, looking to take new lands. That's the beginning of a story if I ever heard one." The bandit nimble as a squirrel scrambles up the tree. His gang disappears into the branches. He pauses before he joins them, giving a parting comment. "Best of luck Shintaro! If you make a name for yourself look me up. I am not opposed to working with reasonable men, especially if they have ambition." With that the bandit vanishes into the branches. (The Lights in The Swamp - Livi.) "You are in a swamp!" A thin, whispy, yet oddly child like voice answers her. The light she had tried to touch, swirls back into form in front of her. It bobs and drifts on as a gentle breeze stirs the air. Another voice chimes in. "How can she not know?" Another light floats in, it is purple to the originals blue. "Maybe she can't see?" An orange light bobs in. "But she tried to touch me!" Exclaims the blue light. "Maybe she is addled?" Says the purple light. "That would explain why she left the path." Chimes the orange light. "Do you think she will die?" Quries the blue light. "Everything dies." The purple light says imperiously. "Yes, but will she die in the swamp?" The blue retorts with a whine. "She will if she takes five steps forward. There's a sinkhole." Notes the orange light. |
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 10, 2016 10:22:05 GMT -8
The serenity of the forest, and the sights and sounds and smells of nature are not lost on Fol-lu, and throughout he ride he can not help but just admire the scenery. The forest was the type of place to put even the most troubled at ease with it's quiet beauty.
When Raena addresses him, he simply nods in reply, dismounting as well and following her afterwards. As he follows, he stretches slowly, raising his arms above his head. It also felt good to walk upon the ground again, to stretch out his legs which were sore from the long day of riding.
Compared to his companion, who wore a suit of dark green plate armor, Fol-lu was rather exposed. He wore a simple tunic that was ivory in color with black accents on the fringes, the sleeves reaching about half-way down his arms. This tunic reached slightly past his hips but was belted at his waist along with the black breeches he wore that reached about mid-shin before disappearing into a pair of simple boots. Slung across his back was his pack, which contained a variety of useful things.
Fol-lu helps Raena set up camp where he can, but as the tent comes up he notices the same problem as Raena, although he didn't consider it as big of a problem as he thought about it.
At Raena's notion of making her sleep outside he seemed to grow somewhat shocked at the notion, "What? No I'd never do that. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you myself... Besides, I can promise you I would not feel discomfort," he grins slyly as he delivered those last few words.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 10, 2016 12:40:25 GMT -8
Everything was slow and dark to Efrik. His eyes were closed and after using the last bit of air in his lungs, he simply went limp, expecting to die. He only vaguely felt the boot leave the back of his neck, but he had no strength left to try to lift himself out of the water anymore. Soon after he could breathe again, albeit in coughing fits. It was as if something had lifted him up out of the water, off the ground.
Two of the brigands fell back immediately as the figure of a cloaked girl rose out of the water. One of them, fear in his voice, shouted "what witchery is this?" The third drew his sword and lunged at the girl, whipping his sword down in an arc. It deflected harmlessly off of the magical barrier she had formed. "Kill this whore," he shouted as he redoubled his attempts at slashing at her.
The two that at fallen back were running, full sprint, away and down the road, leaving the third to his vain attempts at assault.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 13:43:22 GMT -8
Soulless black eyes followed the departure of the two who were actually smart enough to heed her warning, before they shifted slowly back toward the one still trying to break through the shield. The smile that spread across her face then was truly chilling, but as she raised her hands, it formed into a snarl of rage. Mist coiled about her fingers, starting at their base and rippling downward. About an inch past the tips of those digits, the mist condensed into.. blades. Made of pale grey metal threaded with white and gleaming wetly along every inch of their two feet of metal, the edges were visibly sharp.
Leaping into motion, Sione darted forward in a whirling mass of darkness and flashing metal, lashing out at the man with inhumanly fast movements. The left hand blade darted toward the elbow of his sword arm, and should the blade connect, he'd suddenly find the limb useless from that point downward, the flesh grey and completely without sensation or motor control, but otherwise unmarked. The other blade swung toward his neck, but stopped with the point pressed against his throat, her teeth bared at him. "..I will give you one last chance to run. Go, or you will die." The shield remained up, protecting an area around Efrik that was perhaps a foot larger across than he was tall.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 10, 2016 14:07:03 GMT -8
The brigand that was still set on attacking Sione watched in drunken amazement as the blades formed at her hands. His reeling back, bringing his sword arm up to ward off her blow caused her to slash through his wrist rather then his elbow, but the end result was similar enough. His dead hand dropped the sword in the muddy grass and he backpedaled to the large rock, Sione's second sword now against his neck.
"Argh, what did you do to my hand?" The brigand was staring at his lifeless hand in horror. "I'll go, I'll go" he said quickly. But at the first sign of Sione's easing the blade at his neck, his good hand, which had been behind his back, between him and the rock, would come out with a long dagger. As he tried to duck under Sione's blade, he'd make a left-handed lunge at her right side, dagger aimed at her ribs.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:15:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 14:28:08 GMT -8
No response was given to the man's query; the appendage wouldn't rot and fall off, but he'd be forever stuck with a hand that simply didn't work. Sione eyed the brigand with a healthy dose of mistrust, but began to step back nonetheless. Of course, he was stupid enough to ignore her kind offer of, you know, continuing to live, and decided to attack. She barely reacted as the dagger sank into her side, carving a hole into her. And a hole is all it was; there was no blood, no reaction to pain, only a gaping rent into the blackness inside her.
"..Wrong choice." Words filled with a chilling rage were followed by both hands moving lightning fast, crossing before her so each blade was poised over opposite shoulder. Then she lunged forward, arms whipping out in an X shape to slash into him, aiming for his neck with one hand and his lower back with the other, clearly gearing for his spinal cord. The moment even a portion of one of the blades hit, the result would be instant: A burning smell accompanying the abrupt combustion of the brigand's eyes as they sizzled within his skull, and.. death.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Mar 10, 2016 15:02:01 GMT -8
The brigands eyes widened in terror as his dagger went hilt deep into Sione's "body." He faltered backwards again towards the rocks, shouting "what are you?" The cold caress of Sione's blades were the last thing he would feel as the swords dove into his neck.
Meanwhile, Efrik lay on the ground, coughing weakly, marveling at the feeling of the rain pelting his body. He expected to be dead, but somehow he was not. He was dimly aware of another presence, a calming aura. He opened his eyes to some sort of misty bubble over him. He turned his head in time to see Sione's blades pass through the brigands neck and his body fall to the ground. His instincts told him he should be afraid of this new assailant, but he found himself at peace instead. Blurry vision made the features of the land and people indistinct, and made the figures long, bright blue hair look like an aura around her cloaked body. Maybe he was already dead and the spirit had come to take him to the afterlife.
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