Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130 
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 12:09:31 GMT -8
Lae blinked up at Kel in puzzlement as he spoke, and her head tilted. "..You do not see magic as a curse?" That was the whole root of the issue. She was also coming to suspect something that she didn't want to put voice to. There were far too many similarities between the prophecy of his people, and that of hers. The return of a past King and Queen to lead their people back to their lost city and restore their magic; the arrival of a blonde male to take Ynalae as his bride and bring an end to the ways of the Lost City of Jhan'ra. And the song she'd been following had ceased mere days before she'd met Kellam.
It simply couldn't be.. could it? She lowered her head, looking down at the earthen floor of the cave, which she could barely see in the darkness, except when it was lit by flashes of lightning. It just wasn't possible that they were destined for each other.. was it? That she was his Queen, and they would lead his tribe back to Jhan'ra, and bring an end to the hateful ways of her tribe? That was pure madness. It had to be. Struggling with these thoughts, she tried to think logically, and ended up explaining why she'd asked her question. "I was the only person in Jhan'ra with magic. It was seen as being part of the curse of my hair."
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172 
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 12:34:15 GMT -8
Kel listens to Lae's words and his grip on his spear tightens. He could guess what had happened to her when she displayed her gift. People who would whip someone for kindness, who would grind down an innocent girl for her hair color... The magic had probably been another reason for them to hate and despise someone they should have loved. Once again he is filled with a righteous fury. He want to go to this Jhan'ra and tear it down for what it's people did to Lae. Perhaps he would some day. Perhaps Lae's would find her promised warrior and when she did he would offer the man his spear. First he must complete his own mission though. He takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. Once he is relaxed he wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"You bear no curse. Even if you are destined to destroy your own people they deserve it. You may not have had a choice in the matter, but they did. They chose to treat in such a way that you would want to destroy them. Perhaps I judge them to harshly, yet I cannot help but think. I believe if my people had such a prophecy they would not have treated me so. I think they would have treated me as any other. Why spur someone to hate? Why push them to choose a destiny you fear them for. It does not make sense to me."
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 12:48:24 GMT -8
When his arm came around her, Lae jumped slightly, surprised by the gesture. Then she found herself snuggling into Kel, leaning her head against his chest as she tucked her hands against her own. She had never been held in such a manner before, and it was very pleasant. She found herself thinking that she could get used to this... Too bad it wouldn't last. Once Kellam found his Queen, she would be cast aside and forgotten. Alone again. That was why she knew she wasn't the woman of his prophecy - she was no one special. Just a cursed, exiled Elf with light-colored hair. As she replied, there was an obvious tinge of the sorrow she felt in her words.
"It is just their way. Ever since the Golden Age ended, when the tribe split and many left into the wilderness. It is said that those who left would return one day, and take Jhan'ra as their own, with the Great Warrior and the Cursed Queen leading them to victory. Ever since then, they have feared all that is different, and fear leads them to hate. The elders saw a sign that told them the Great Warrior had gone out into the world in search of me, and so rather than risk him finding me in Jhan'ra and leading his people there, I was cast out." She shrugged, then sighed. "I do not think this prophecy is real, though. There is no Great Warrior. And if there is, why would he want me? I can offer nothing that a strong warrior would want."
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Apr 10, 2016 13:21:04 GMT -8
Salam couldn't help but chuckle at what he was hearing as he finally found his flint and steel. "Ah you two are looking to be a great couple. I can certainly see a good future for you two. But I wonder about your two tribes." He begins striking at the tinder and wood of the makeshift fireplace, soon catching it alight and spreading a comforting glow and warmth through the cave. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to eavesdrop, but I am guessing you did notice that I aint exactly human. These ears of mine do work about as well as any animals, so such loud whispers aren't exactly secretive."
He rummages through his packs some more and pulls out some dried nuts and berries. Not the most nutritional meal, but at least it was something to actually eat between cities. Salam seems to be relaxing a little too much for his own good.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 13:31:04 GMT -8
Kel leans back slowly into the cave wall. He brings Lae with him and he tries to get comfortable. The bear skin is large but not large enough for him to stretch out and still be completely covered. Still with a bit of work he gets into a position he can sleep in. Without really thinking about he begins to stroke her hair. He can sense her sorrow, her distress and he wants to provide what comfort he can. He closes his eyes and slows his breathing to long slow breaths. Before he drifts off he speaks one last time.
"I think your great warrior will be lucky to have you. I have only known you a short time, but I can see this is true. I was taught many lessons to prepare me for my destiny. You have a fire and a will. You will be a fierce and proud companion to this warrior, able to join him on the battlefield. From what I have seen you have not let hardship turn you bitter. You are even able to forgive the people who treated you so. This means you will be able to understand those who suffer or those who do you wrong and show them kindness. That will make you a kind and compassionate leader. You are also beautiful which I am sure your warrior will not mind. I think that when the time comes you will make an excellent queen. That is just my opinion though."
With that Kel drifts into sleep.
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 13:45:29 GMT -8
The words of the fox-man earned him a hard look from Ynalae, and she growled in his general direction. "We are companions. That is our future." Then she looked up at Kel as he settled more comfortably. Doing her best not to inconvenience him, she ended up turned half-on her side, one hand moving to rest on his chest beside her head as they settled. When he began stroking her hair, she closed her eyes, reveling in the simple gesture of comfort and.. dare she hope it was affection? He listed what he saw as her good qualities, and she remained as she was.. until he called her beautiful. She opened her eyes, then, and looked up at his face as he fell asleep. He thought she was beautiful..? No one had ever called her that before.
Indecision wracked Ynalae for many hours after Kellam fell asleep, and although she laid there with eyes closed and her body snuggled up to his, she was far from restful. Finally, the moment she heard the rain let up, she extracted herself from Kel's embrace, and wriggled out of the warm encumbrance of the fur. Giving him a final fond look, she grabbed her spear and left the cave, walking briskly at first. Once she was outside, she broke into a sprint, hurtling down this odd thing called a road as fast as she could.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Apr 10, 2016 14:05:20 GMT -8
Salam kept his fire up for most of the night, not drifting into sleep and contemplating what he heard. A prophecy of a 'Great Warrior and Cursed Queen' meant to destroy the city, a second prophecy of 'The Lost King and Queen' meant to lead their people in reclaiming their city. If he was superstitious, which he sometimes is, then those two prophecies could very well be two sides of the same fear/hope. an coincidence that these two have met, they could be the two great figures in both legends, but neither legend told of a peaceful outcome. Could one even be possible? He would have to hope they could find a more reasonable solution than a city wide raid, potentially killing off two entire elf clans.
As the storm finally came to rest and the skies finally began to clear, the female 'companion' as she wanted to call herself, left the cave at a brief walk. It didn't take long for her steps to start quickening, least to Salam's hearing. Soon as that happened, he moved over to the male's sleeping position and was about to regret what he was about to do. Salam balled his paw into a fist and side swiped into the man's arm. Hoping to contact would walk him up, and also hoping he wouldn't receive a spear in the gut.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 14:16:54 GMT -8
Kel was in the middle of a deep and dreamless sleep. More restful than even the one he had enjoyed at Len's house. It is interrupted when he feels something impact his arm. The attack provokes an immediate reactions the wild elf kicks out his legs in a sweep. If Salam does not dodge he will find himself flat on his back. If the first attack is successful Kel would fall on his attacker and rest the spear against the foxes neck. If the attack is not successful, then in the brief space created by the dodge Kel would come to his feet. He would thrust the butt of the spear at Salam's midsection. In either scenario he would open his eyes and say in a low growl.
"Where is she?!"
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Apr 10, 2016 15:15:01 GMT -8
Salam was expecting a spear to come out at him, not a leg sweep. He fell ungracefully onto his back with a yelp and began sweating profusely with the spear to his throat. "Well, not exactly like I expected. But your friend just left the cave, towards the road. You might want to catch up to your Cursed Queen, eh Great Warrior? No telling which direction she would choose to run in."
He could only hope that this man would not slice his throat before leaving the cave. He was quite fond of his life blood.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 10, 2016 15:54:06 GMT -8
The wild elf keeps the spear pressed to Salam's throat as he weighs his words. He doesn't know why the creature is referring to him as the great warrior. Did he think he was the the man from her prophecy? That was absurd he had his own destiny to fulfill. He wasn't meant to destroy he was meant to restore. Still from what the creature said she left of her own accord... That hurt. He almost wanted to accuse him of lying, to claim this was a ruse or a trap. That makes no sense though. He had been sleeping soundly enough to not notice her leave and for the creature to approach. If Salam had meant him harm he wouldn't have woken him, the creature would have stabbed him in his sleep. This meant that Lae had left without saying goodbye or giving him an explanation. Perhaps her song had returned and she went to find what it called her to. Still why hadn't she said goodbye. His heart aches knowing she would just leave him. He removes his spear and gets to his feet.
"My apologies I should not have attacked you. You simply startled me. If she has left it is likely to chase her own destiny. I have one of my own to fulfill. I must go, safe travels strange one."
The wild elf gathers his pelt and heads out of the cave continuing his trip.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Apr 10, 2016 16:27:23 GMT -8
Salam chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, no problem. Kinda had that coming actually. Though there is one thing you should probably consider before you try to find her again. Well, two actually. The first, is for you to consider if your Lost King and her Great Warrior are in fact, one in the same, but prophesied from different view points. The second, is if you can find the peaceful solution that neither prophecy speaks of. You had best try to find her again, and think on those words." He slowly gets up, coughing a little bit, before walking back to his original position at the cave mouth, smiling all the while and sitting back down the regain himself before he continues on his way to Bayonne. He had to hope that the Wild Elf would heed his words of advice and warning, he could not bear himself if the fate of two elven tribes hanged on those words just spoken, and he kept them to himself. So he spoke his concern to the elf, always hoping for a better future for others. Without delaying for more than an hour, he decided it was time to pack up, and continue on his journey to Bayonne. <Exit to Bayonne Western Gates> |
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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 11, 2016 11:03:20 GMT -8
(The House in The Middle of The Road - @sione, and Efrik.) "A pleasure to meet you!" The mouse and mole chorus together as they sip their own tea. The badger man busies himself with putting the finishing touches on dinner. As he does so Mr. Mole and Francis make small talk. "So will you be joining us for dinner?" Queries the Mole. "Do you like to read?" Asks the mouse. Efrik's examination of the room provides little additional detail. The only odd thing is the disparity between some of the furniture and utensil's. Some are sized for animals others for humans with seemingly no rhyme of reason between what is and isn't |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:01:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 11:15:16 GMT -8
These creatures were rather entertaining. There was a small smile on her lips as she looked at Efrik and arched a brow, although the querying gesture went unseen, due to her lowered hood. "Do you want to stay for dinner, Efrik?" It was entirely up to him, after all - she certainly wouldn't be able to enjoy any food that was made.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 11, 2016 11:55:52 GMT -8
It had been many long days of travel, retracing their steps from that awful canyon back in the direction of Falkreath. The trip back itself had been pleasant. She and Daris grew closer every day, and she wasn't sure whether she should attribute that to their kiss in the canyon or their continued enjoyment of each others company. Regardless, they should be arriving at the Stone Plains at some point during the afternoon, and Dura was looking forward to being home.
So imagine her surprise when, after turning down the side road that would lead them to the Plains, and after a couple hours of walking, rather than encountering the familiar openness of grass and stone.. she rounded a bend and nearly tumbled headlong into a massive crater. A giant hole in the earth. Planting her staff in the ground and looking out with dismay and disbelief, she realized it wasn't just the Plains. Where Falkreath should've been, easily visible in the near distance, was.. nothing. The world tilted alarmingly around her, and Dura barely realized as she sank to the ground, legs folded beneath her.
"..Daris.. it.. how.. what..." Where was their home?!
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 11, 2016 13:11:31 GMT -8
Daris had enjoyed their time traveling back. In deed he enjoyed it so much that he had hoped it would never end. A thought he now regretted having as he stares at the crater that was once Falkreath. He feels the impact as Dura falls to the ground. He wants to join her to drop to his knees and stare in horror. Yet he refuses to, he needed to stay strong one of them had to. He draws his sword and strides forward before plunging it into the ground. The spirits sing to him and in flashes he sees what happened. A great spell a mighty portal, then silence. Their home taken to some unknown realm. He gets to his knees and returns to her. He pulls her to her feet and wraps her in an embrace pressing his forehead to hers.
"It is gone. Transported somewhere the earth spirits can tell me no more. We have to... I do not know we have to do something. Find somewhere to go, somewhere to rest to think and plan."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 11, 2016 13:51:06 GMT -8
Dura barely noticed what Daris was doing, too lost in a haze of confusion and fear. She had wanted to explore, to get out and see the world.. but that had also been with the promise of safety and home to return to when she needed it. Now? The only safety and home she had was wherever Daris was. When he pulled her up, her staff fell from lax, nerveless fingers, and then she was clinging to him, fearful amber eyes gazing up into his while their brows pressed together. Then he explained what had happened. Transported somewhere..? She blinked, and nodded shakily at his words.
"I.. yes. We should find someplace safe." The spirits began to whisper to her, not just earth and wind - another voice, softer and more elusive. They were trying to encourage her to go somewhere. Nodding silently, she stepped back from Daris and grabbed her dropped staff, then took his hand in hers. "Come. The spirits are guiding us to a safe place." She began to walk swiftly away, leading him where the spirits suggested.
<Exit to Palidoria Meadow>
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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 14, 2016 12:41:58 GMT -8
"I... I don't know how to read," Efrik answers the mouse. "I like to look at the pictures, though," he continues.
Efrik tried to get an idea of what the animalmen were serving for dinner by smell. No one had ever offered him a free dinner before and he didn't know what to expect or to say.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:01:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 12:53:29 GMT -8
It was as she'd suspected. Her eyes softened as she gazed at Efrik, then she looked back to Mr. Badger and nodded. "I do believe we'll stay. Thank you for the kind offer."
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 15, 2016 15:33:34 GMT -8
Daris had taken a few days to recover from the sea voyage. He had, had a harder time with the second trip than the first. Still he had made it even, though he had vowed to never set foot on a boat again. He was not quite sure where they were going. Though he could talk into the earth spirits in his blade, he did not hear those of the earth. Well he did but never as strongly as Dura.
"Do you know how much farther we have to go?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 15, 2016 15:54:40 GMT -8
The trip over the sea had been one fraught with anticipation, as Dura listened to the spirits. She was able to hear those of water even more strongly now, which would make it much easier for them to find sources of freshwater for camps, now. She hadn't yet tried to use the element of water in any of her spells, but as soon as she had an opportunity to really sit and experiment, she would. She was walking along beside Daris with eyes closed, listening to the words of the wind and earth, when he spoke. Blinking out of her near-trance, she looked over at him, then tilted her head, considering. "Two more cycles of the moon, heading toward the rising sun, and we will arrive."
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