Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111 
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 16:15:54 GMT -8
Spero watches the display and smiles. It appears as though there was truly hope. The explosion of demonic energy is quite potent enough to make feel a bit ill. He was Seraphim though. In many ways his very being was designed to destroy such as Samael. As the earth rending blow comes for him the angel takes a step forward. At least it looked like a step. Yet the distance he covered in that single step was enough to put him in front of the demon.
Speros eyes flicker to gold as he decides to not hold back anymore. When Samael had released his power the earth shattered. When Spero did it the earth mended, and the fires were put out. Visually it was less impressive than what Samael did. However, you should remember it takes more energy to create and repair than destroy. He moves his buckler to intercept the blow . This close if the demon tries to finish the swing it would be robbed of much of it's power. At the same time the seraphim punches out with the hilt of his sword aiming for the demons chest. Unlike Naenia's blade which had merely been infused with holy energy, Spero's khopesh is made of holy energy. These weapons were where the phrase "A blow like the fist of god" came from. To a demon there were few weapons more feared that the celestial blade of a Seraphim. Then Spero's voice sounds, it has not risen in volume, his tone still friendly and conversational, yet the holy energy suffused in it would hit Samael like a blow.
"Answer my question. Why do you care?"
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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 31, 2016 18:36:26 GMT -8
(The House in the Middle of the Road - @sione, and Efrik.) As the two companions make there way down the road towards Travere, they see an odd sight. The road appears to have reached it's terminus. Rather than a city though there is a mound of dirt with a house nestled on top. It is an extravagant affair of a house. With many little towers and lovely green shingling, it is well lit, and there are potted flowers absolutely everywhere. Over all it is a strange sight. |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 19:28:22 GMT -8
Samael was but a Demon without the appropriately amassed power to defeat Spero at this time, though the demonic taint suffusing around his body is almost like a beacon of rage, in which he stems from. His blade was robbed of its power, rest assured, though the Angel would find that it still had absurd amounts of force instilled in the attack. Yet as the holy 'fist' came his way, a translucent hand sought to catch the fist in its entirety. The gathered energy he had been pulling from the earth served as a means to nullify most of the attack - yet he was sent flying through the forest, careening along the terrain. He bounces several times before he catches himself, blade slamming into the dirt in order to slow his sliding. He's panting lowly as a wisps of steam emanate from his chest, gently clutching it as his eyes lid with a dangerous expression.
"You took her from me...When all she wanted was for me to be happy. All I wanted was that, and you fuckin' did something to her. I won't forgive you, Angel..I don't care how long it takes. She meant more to me than you can comprehend..more than I can, but it's too late. She doesn't want me around her, and thought that I just wanted to corrupt her being. At first, I did, but it was....it was different, after awhile. I just wanted to have her by my side." He seethes, gripping his blade tightly as he came to a rise once more.
"....But your kind looks down upon Demons." He whispers lowly, clearly prepared for another attack, unless Spero had more to say on the matter. By the looks of it, Samael was vehemently ready to throw down with an Angel that was stronger than him, if it meant retrieving Naenia.
"Give her back.."
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 19:53:48 GMT -8
Spero eyes the demon thoughtfully. He was strong for one so young. The impact of sword against buckler had been a bit jarring. Thankfully the celestial shield was up to the task of defending him. He had even managed to nullify some of the force of his punch. Overall the seraphim was impressed. His more wrathful brethren would probably tell him to strike the whelp down now. Do it before he can grow more powerful. That was not Spero's way though he believed in faith, love, and above all hope. Hope for a better life for all, even demons. Spero's voice turn thoughtful as he thinks about what the demons just said.
"I am actually dating a demon... I should ask her if she thinks I look down on her. If I do I need to stop that is very rude."
Having made that decision Spero's tone turns amicable and friendly, with just a hint of commiseration. There is no hint of falseness or condescension. He sounds all the world like he is talking to a good friend. A good friend who made a poor choice.
"Unfortunately I cannot give her back to you. That would imply that I took her. Which I didn't, you gave her up. If you want her back, I suggest you find her and ask her to take you back. Last I saw her she was at the waterfall where you left her. She has probably moved on by now though. Now to continue our little chat. Next question: Are you happy?"
The demon has thus far proven to be everything he hope, if a bit unpredictable. So to be on the safe side Spero continues to draw in holy energy.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 20:08:07 GMT -8
"Why the hell would I ever be happy? I'm not sitting upon my rightful place with the crown upon my head, and I don't know where she went. I pushed her away, and now I have to deal with this empty feeling. I -hate- these emotions, but I also hate the idea of leaving her to rot. She's strong, but she makes me feel weak, and I can't stand it. How are you going to manage what we can't?" He seethes, clearly skeptical of Spero's commentary.
Truth be told, he felt was being mocked, though he barely restrains himself - once he hears that Naenia isn't a captive. He's panting hard, but he's managed to settle down enough not to lash out blindly.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Mar 31, 2016 20:35:17 GMT -8
A hundred or so feet from where the demon and angel were conversing stood The Inquisitor. He was posted on a small hill top, clear in their field of view. He was watching, nothing else. The way back from Blackwood Manor and been long and tiring, but finally he reached the open road, only to find an event of epic proportion taking place before him. The Inquisitor was in momentary awe of the exchange, he had yet to see something like this, despite his long wandering. He wondered what exactly it would be like to open and pick one of their brains, what kind of knowledge and strength he could gather. By the looks of it there was no simple way to approach such a situation, they might turn on him should he go any closer. He placed his staff in the ground, leaning on it as the scene unfolded. He was enjoying the show.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 31, 2016 20:43:20 GMT -8
"Ah, so your happiness depends on getting the crown? Of course if you do that you can never have Naenia. Demonlords never love and those who do die. Too big of a weakness having someone like that. Not to mention an angel wouldn't last long in hell."
Spero says this in the same tone. That the demon found it mocking was obvious. Demons tend to assume everyone is on the offensive; since they themselves almost also were. Still he was sincere in his efforts. Even if Samael couldn't or wouldn't see it.
"So last question. I don't need to here the answer to this one. Just think about it. What will you do if you get the throne and you still aren't happy?"
That was the question most demons he had talked to struggled with. Spero knew the throne wouldn't make Samael happy. Oh sure he would feel a rush of power when he took it. He may even be content for a few weeks or years. The issue with evil though is that it was ever hungry for conquest. The throne could not keep the demon happy. Soon he would want more, more power, more wealth, more influence. It was always more as they tried desperately to fill the hole in their hearts. A hole easily filled with love. Spero was about to leave when he he decided to say one last thing.
"In regards to why we might succeed where you failed... That is easy I didn't give up."
Then he vanishes in a pillar of light.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on Mar 31, 2016 21:10:17 GMT -8
Samael is left with a heft burden to think about, a package that was unopened up until this point. He had not contemplated on what could occur, if he had ascertained everything he wanted, and was still unsatisfied. This question distracted him enough, that he hadn't even realized that the Angel had vanished without a trace, leaving smoldering fields of grass, and massive trenches in the ground, though only in certain areas. Samael finds himself dwelling on what could occur, provided he reached that point - but the words of an enemy would not deter him from his destiny...but neither would he give up on Naenia. His priorities were shifting despite his grudging reluctance, but he sets himself upon the task of finding the infamous Angel, and setting things straight with her.
Whether this task happened any time or not, was dependent on fate, but he could only grimly march on as he shoulders his great-sword. Off in the distance, he can feel eyes upon him, and he finds himself halting, looking around for the source. His blackened pupils train upon the "Inquisitor" for a brief moment, even from afar - before slowly walking through a breach in the air itself. A portal fractured open, and like a infected scab, it festered with demonic taint. The wound was quickly rectified however, and Samael would be through the gate-way before it does so.
The scene is an odd one, indeed...
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Mar 31, 2016 21:18:51 GMT -8
The Inquisitor approached the exact place where Samael had walked into the rift. He peered down at the the ground, then over at the place where the angel had departed. This was relevant to his interest, a shame the two hadn't stuck around. He lowered himself, his metallic hand gracefully touching the surface of the grass. A low hum sounded out from behind the mask, turning into a speculative "Hrm".
The Inquisitor rose from his crouching state and took a look at his surroundings. After a brief pause he clicked his staff against the ground, then continued his journey. He walked calmly down the open road, the sound of his staff clicking on the ground combined with the light breeze provided a relaxing atmosphere to stroll in. He had many miles yet to put behind him, he wondered what other exciting discoveries he'd make on his path.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 14:50:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 20:11:33 GMT -8
(The House in the Middle of the Road - @sione, and Efrik.) As the two companions make there way down the road towards Travere, they see an odd sight. The road appears to have reached it's terminus. Rather than a city though there is a mound of dirt with a house nestled on top. It is an extravagant affair of a house. With many little towers and lovely green shingling, it is well lit, and there are potted flowers absolutely everywhere. Over all it is a strange sight. |
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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 Apr 2, 2016 9:51:28 GMT -8
Efrik had been gazing at his feet for the last hour or so, so he nearly ran into Sione's outstretched hand when she signaled him to stop. He looked up to see the odd house with lovely green shingling. Sione indicated that he stay behind her, so as she crept forward to peer into windows, he stood about ten feet away, somewhat confused, but in a low crouch.
"Why is there a house in the middle of the road," he asked towards Sione. "Can't we just go around it?"
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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 Apr 2, 2016 11:39:03 GMT -8
(The House in the Middle of the Road - @sione and Efrik.) ![]()  Inside is a rather odd sight. A cozy little kitchen with a roaring fire. A table set for a meal. Oh! And a badger, a mole, and a mouse. The animals are dressed up in clothing and having a discussion. "Well I think that it is really about mans inhumanity against man." Says the badger. "Oh come now it is clearly a man versus nature tale. I am blind and I can see that." Replies the mole. "You don't understand. The dragon represents society! A massive uncaring brute that can smash you to bits without noticing." Retorts the badger. "I thought it was just a childrens story." Quips the mouse. And on the discussion goes. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 13:24:38 GMT -8
"There is no more road beyond the house.. it's very strange." Came her near-whispered reply as she peeked through the window.. and blinked at what she saw. Talking animals? This was exceedingly bizarre. She dropped back down below the window and looked at Efrik, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. "..Talking animals. It sounds like they're discussing a story? I'm not sure if we should go inside or.. keep walking, try to find the road again."
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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 Apr 2, 2016 13:32:37 GMT -8
Efrik perked up at the mention of talking animals. "I've never seen animals that can talk. Can I look too?" He looked at Sione with the excited and expectant eyes of a child half his age.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 22:02:51 GMT -8
(I am SO sorry, for some reason it didn't alert me to the fact that you posted. >_<)
Looking at Efrik, she couldn't bring herself to say no. Sighing, she gestured for him to approach, but hissed a quiet command. "But stay low, and stay quiet." Once he came up, she would also turn and peer through the window again, observing the animals with a bit of curiosity.
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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 Apr 6, 2016 16:57:53 GMT -8
With Sione's permission, Efrik creeps up to the closest window and peers in. They really were talking animals. They were even standing up like people. They were peoplemals.
"What kind of story are they talking about," Efrik asks, not really turning to address Sione, just assuming she's listening to him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 17:03:36 GMT -8
"I don't know." She hesitated, eyeing the animals, then glanced at Efrik. "..Do you want to go inside? See if they're friendly?" She would rather continue on, but he was her Chosen; it was his decision.
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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 Apr 6, 2016 17:31:53 GMT -8
"Do you think it's safe?" Efrik's head swiveled to look at Sione. "They don't look mean..." He turned to look back into the window, watching the animeople argue about something.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 18:03:05 GMT -8
Sione shifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. "They seem non-violent. If it turns out I'm wrong, we'll just run." Rolling away from the window, she stood in front of the door and.. knocked. Yes, even the Wraith knew some degree of common propriety.
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Efrik
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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 Apr 6, 2016 20:33:26 GMT -8
Efrik scooted around behind Sione, half looking over her shoulder, half hiding behind her. He was excited he was going meet talking humanimals. Sione would probably feel his left hand grabbing on to her cloak, fingers lightly pinching the fabric as if to keep her from moving and exposing him to the house folk.
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