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 Apr 18, 2016 17:04:51 GMT -8
"Hmm, where to begin?" Fol-lu stares up at the night sky momentarily, leaning back slightly as he did so. He seemed to be trying to remember all the details of himself, but in actuality he was deciding what and what not to tell her. He finally figured it did not matter what he told her, or anyone for that matter. His story would definitely seem pretty implausible to most though. "I am actually older than most would think, I was born a very long time ago in an elvish village, before these civilizations that are around now even existed. I had a relatively normal life for a young elven boy. At the age of sixteen however I left my family to train under an ancient order of powerful magi. Turns out I had a lot of potential as a mage and I became very powerful. So, when I finally came back after my training I informed the then reigning elvish king I would be taking over the kingdom. Of course, he did not like that so I had to overthrow him. That's another long story. Any who, I eventually became emperor of my own empire for a couple thousand years before that grew tiresome and I left, took a very long vacation I suppose. Now I am back however, and my ambitions are the same as they were before. I seek to rule once again," Fol-lu's blue eyes fell on Raena then to gauge her reaction before adding, "That is also part of the reason why I seek this artifact, the Dragon's Tear." Raena quirks a brow at Fol-lu's flippant wording in talking about ruling an empire. How odd that someone could think about becoming a ruler as so...unimportant, simply glossing over it like that. Still, the rest of his story is intriguing. She nods slowly as he speaks, resting her elbow on her knee as she shifts in her seat before the fire, those icy blue eyes locking upon his, studying him. Once he's finished, she sighs and nods slowly. "As you wish. I will tell you of myself, though I expect you will like me less once it is done. Such a thing is inevitable. As you know, I am a Fletcher. Our family is large and widespread, and contains many different kinds of people. If you can believe it, I was once a fiery young lass, with a hair trigger temper. I will not bore you with the finer details, but the long and the short of it is that I nearly killed a cousin of mine and ran away from home, seeking to run away from my problems rather than confront them. "As a child I had trained in two-handed sword techniques nearly incessantly, and so it was fairly easy for me to find work as a mercenary in the employ of the Order of the Hammer, as a Knight-errant. This position allowed me to travel far and wide, meeting new people and experiencing new things. All of it was simply material of course, meaningless. I only figured that out once I met the Cult of the Void Black Priest in my travels, and he introduced me to the tenants of his religion. I joined quickly, and pledged my soul to The Void. The rest is...well, I have done many things men would call 'heroic', and amassed much wealth, but I don't use it often. This life is meaningless and empty. The only thing that matters is The Void," she says, averting her eyes and looking up at the stars intently. No matter how detached from her emotions she gets, it always pains her a bit when people look at her like she's a freak or something when she tells them about her nihilistic worldview. And, for some reason, Fol-lu's inevitable disgusted glance would be even more painful. |
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Meredy
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 23
Physical Description: ***********************
Body: average size, tanned
Hair: brown, shoulder-length, flowing
Eyes: green
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Spell Book
orange died fur shoulder cape with hood, fox ears sewed on top
black sleeves, stockings
short cloth skirt
dark suede belt
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 0:26:18 GMT -8
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Post by Meredy on Apr 19, 2016 5:53:06 GMT -8
Since the festival in the Land Tiller's State was over now, Meredy didn't know what to do or where to go next. There were no basic elements in her life, like a job or a home, where she could return to. Waking up in an abandoned and decayed house was her first memory. Since then she had been on the road seeking a purpose or just plainly, entertainment. Anything that kept her busy was better than being all by herself. Many times she had tried but it always came to this; waking up in an almost completely destroyed place, alone. Whether it was a house or a whole village. A mage tower or an abandoned camp.
Happily whistling, to keep the dark thoughts at bay, she strolled down the road to new adventures, her pockets full of sweets from the festival, not knowing what would happen next.
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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 19, 2016 10:16:54 GMT -8
(The House in The Middle of The Road - Efrik, and @sione.) "Don't know how to read?" Says's Mr. Mole shocked. "That won't do!" Says Francis. "Someone should teach the poor lad!" The mole exclaims. "Yes books are wonderful! Gateway's to adventure." The two animals nod in agreement with each other. Then Mr. Badger walks up and begins handing out bowls of soup. It is a rich and savory blend filled with beans and vegetables. "If you'd like some bread or jerky to go with the soup I have some." Says the badger. Settling into a chair. "So where are two going?" |
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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 19, 2016 15:49:46 GMT -8
Efrik takes the bowl of soup from the badger man. It smells a little funny to him. When the badger man asked where they were going, Efrik answered excitedly. "We're going to Travere! There's a giant palace there and we're going to see it!"
Feeling much more relaxed now, he dips a spoon into the bowl of soup and tastes it. It's surprisingly good. "This is good, Mr. Badger man," he says to the badger man.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 9:31:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 16:09:12 GMT -8
Sione declined soup when it was offered to her, raising a hand palm toward the badger with a small smile. "No thank you, I'm not hungry." She honestly wasn't even sure how her body would react to trying to ingest food. And she wasn't terribly interested in finding out, especially not in front of strangers. She simply remained where she was, keeping an eye on Efrik and pondering. Once they arrived in Travere, she would see about teaching him to read.. after finding them a place to live and a means of keeping him fed.
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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 Apr 21, 2016 10:07:10 GMT -8
Fol-lu's own piercing blue gaze would in turn intently watch Raena as she told her own story. During the telling of her story, he made some observations of her, forming a sort of hypothesis based on what he observed. The beginning of the telling of her story, the sigh coupled with the admission he would probably like her less told of perhaps a lack of self-confidence. When she described her childhood along with the incident that occurred and her reaction of running away from those problems, he pinned that as a probable cause.
The second bit of her story was somewhat less personal, but more intriguing nonetheless. She spoke of her training and the beginnings of her career, and of the Cult of the Void Black Priest, a person she had met that had taught her a peculiar religion he had not heard of before. Fol-lu figured she was so eager to pledge her soul to this religion due to a lack of belonging in the world at that point in time. The void and it's tenants were perhaps something she turned to to find that sense of belonging to something.
With her story concluded Fol-lu would sit for a moment as if pondering the information. His gaze seemed intrigued rather than disgusted when she would look back at him however, "I will admit I haven't exactly heard of this particular religion previously, although I have perhaps had experiences with similar types of religions practiced long ago relating to such things as the Void," Fol-lu would pause for a moment, before adding, "I do not really adhere to any particular religion per say, perhaps because I haven't ever given much thought to there being a higher sort of being at work, or multiple beings with some religions. Those void religions I mentioned also commonly believed in a lack of any sort of god, with only an empty void to take the place of a god."
Fol-lu shrugs then, "I suppose I am sort of similar, I do not believe there is any innate meaning to life, or reason why we are here. Those things are all constructs of consciousness. However, this does not mean one cannot give themselves a purpose, a reason to live. At least, that is my own opinion."
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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 21, 2016 12:38:47 GMT -8
Alden lead Lorelei & Lucia and Indil Elendrili out of Isra and towards the Black Fog mountains. So far as mission parameters go he didn't have much to work with. Go to the mountains find a cave filled with loose gemstones. Probably fight some kind of monster. Not a lot of specific details, but it wasn't a huge deal. is major concern was his... team? Yeah he supposed that was the right team. Alden didn't know much about the twins or Indil. Most importantly he doesn't know what they can do. He also was used to working alone in the field. Or when he had worked with a partner it had been in different area. Usually Gluttony making a distraction so Alden could do his work. As they walk he speaks up. "Okay... team. I usually work along and I have never lead a team before. What can the three of you actually do? What are your skill sets? That will give me an idea of how to proceed, I think. I am not really sure, but again working off zero experience here. I know what I can do and how I would do this alone. I don't know if you three can move without making noise and stick to shadows though. I also don't know if you can see in the dark." |
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Apr 21, 2016 13:37:50 GMT -8
The twins smile sweetly, walking side-by-side behind Alden. The puppets walk behind them, carrying the backpacks.
"We can do lots of things, Mr. Alden. We can be quiet, we're good with knives, we can fly."
They hop into the air and flap a couple of times, rising up a few feet off the ground. A moment later, they drop to the ground with a soft plop.
"We can also dissolve organic substances with our right hands. And the puppets can do stuff too."
They giggle softly.
Oh, this should be fun.
Just a walk in the mountains.
Find some gems and leave.
I wonder what kind of gems they'll be.
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Indil Elendrili
Established
>.<
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears early twenties in human years
Physical Description: An Elven Ranger. She is 5'9", lean, and pretty in an angular sort of way. She has dark eyes and delicate features, as well as thick dark hair frequently pulled back from her face. Her pointed ears are pierced by hoops in several places.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears brown leather lace-up knee-high boots and calf-skin leggings. Tucked into the trousers is a cream-colored under-tunic made of soft cotton, over which she wears a loosely corseted brown leather jacket with a high collar. Laced bracers cover her forearms beyond the jacket's half sleeves. Strapped around her right thigh and waist is a dark leather pack. Knives are tucked into each of her boots. On her back is a quiver with blue-fetched feathers and a longbow that, at first glance, appears to have too strong a pull for her to manage.
Player's online availability : Nights/Weekends EST
Registered: Apr 8, 2016 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Indil Elendrili on Apr 22, 2016 18:15:01 GMT -8
Indil follows a step behind the others. As Alden asks his question she moves up to the other side of him, listening quietly as the twins answer. Dissolve organic substances...? As she'd thought, the girls were clearly sorcerous in some way. When they finished speaking, the Elf speaks up in a quiet voice.
"I am a Ranger. I can track and hunt and, yes, walk silently. I cannot see fully in the dark, but my senses are heightened compared to your average human. I am skilled with the bow and knife. I will let you know if any task you give is outside of my ability."
((OOC: Sorry again for delay. May be slow until Monday afternoon.))
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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 22, 2016 21:47:50 GMT -8
Alden looks at the twins then at the ranger. Huh, those were rather limited skill ranges. Then again maybe expecting a full list wasn't realistic. Should he tell them what he could do? Did they need to know? He was the team leader for some reason, he supposed he could keep it to himself. Wasn't much point in explaining it all. Also it took a long time to list everything. Maybe just the relevant parts? Yeah that made sense. "Well I can see in the dark and move without a sound. So when we get to the mines I will take point. Makes sense since you three will have to carry torches, which tend to be a give away. Since you two." Alden indicates the twins. "Are good with knives and can melt stuff, you will be in charge of keeping any enemies off of Indil. Indil since you have a bow and heightened senses pick off anything that tries to get close to you. I will be where ever I am needed. Sound good?" Alden waits long enough to hear there reply before continuing on. It was a few days later when the group arrived at the Black Fog Mountain Range. |
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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 28, 2016 20:18:14 GMT -8
(The Turtle House - @sione and Efrik .) "Travere?" Asked the Mr. Badger. "That is awfully far." Noted Mr. Mole. "We could give them a lift!" Noted Francis. "What a wonderful idea." Mr. Badger nodded in agreement. "I'll tell Harold to take us to the Southern Pass." The Badger headed out the door and talked to someone. A moment later Mr. Badger comes back inside. "There we are Harold will get us to the Southern Pass by morning. You two can stay the night and take a load off. I just hope you don't get motion sick. When Harold moves the house tends to rock." As if on queue the house begins to vibrate and shake. If the two looked out the front window they would see the head of a giant tortoise. The whole house is built upon it's shell. Apparently Harold had dug into the middle of the road which is why they hadn't seen him.
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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 May 1, 2016 10:35:02 GMT -8
Efrik, already sitting, still nearly falls over when the house starts to rumble beneath him. He barely manages to prevent his bowl of soup from spilling. His eyes go wide when the tortoise's head pops into view through the window. The initial shock quickly turns to rampant curiosity and he gets to his feet and runs to the window. "Scione, it's huge!" His exclamation like a boy's rings through the house. He turns his eyes back to Scione, a grin cut ear to ear across his face.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 9:31:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 12:05:50 GMT -8
..Wait, what were they talking about..? Yes they'd called the house by a name before, but she thought that was just... And then the house moved. Sione, unprepared for such a thing, went sliding off of her little chair and landed on the floor with a dull thump. Her head turned swiftly, wondering if they were being attacked, only for her to see the head of a giant tortoise outside the window. Everything slid into place, and she smirked, then chuckled at Efrik's reaction. "So it is." Pushing herself to her feet, she went over to where the boy stood at the window, looking outside with amazement. It was a pretty fantastical sight, she could admit.
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on May 6, 2016 0:14:27 GMT -8
Levi and his caravan are en route from Land Tiller's State back home to Aaedan. The food festival was fun!
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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 May 8, 2016 15:56:21 GMT -8
(The Turtle House - @sione and Efrik.) "Yes, we are rather proud of Harold!" Say Mr. Badger. "Picked him up as a child." Comments Mr.Mole. "Raised him and cared for him." Says Francis. "Imagine our surprise when he got as large as he did!" Notes the mole. "Indeed, so eventually with his permission we built a house on him." Notes the mouse. "With his permission of course. Now it is getting late so we should all get ready for bed. Unfortunately we don't have a bed large enough for you two. Still we can gather up some cushions and you can have a nice slumber party next to the fire!" With that the badger and mole get to work setting up a bed for Efrik and Sione. Once they are done they fret over the boy for a while. Once they are sure he has everything and Sione does as well they head to their own bedrooms. |
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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 May 8, 2016 16:46:28 GMT -8
"This is so cool," Efrik exclaims. "No one back home would believe this..." He trailed off slightly at the last statement, realizing that 'back home' meant his old life. One he didn't wish to return to, ever.
"Thank you," he said to the manimals, after they brought he and Sione various pillows and such to use as cushions. He tried to settle down and rest, but his excitement was still fresh. "Sione, do you think the people in Travere will be afraid of Harold? I hope not, he's awesome!"
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 9:31:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 16:50:50 GMT -8
"Thank you very much." This was offered to the animals as they moved about, and she did her best to remain out of the way as they set up a bed for Efrik and apparently herself. Once they had departed, she sat upon them, folding her legs before her and putting her hands on her knees. Efrik's excitement drew a smile to her lips, and she chuckled. "Probably not. They've likely seen all sorts of things there, what with the magic academy and all."
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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 May 8, 2016 17:01:39 GMT -8
Efrik's grin was unmatched in size. "Maybe they'll think we are some royalty, arriving on such a big turtle."
Finally, the day's travels catching up with him, he laid his head down on a pillow. Despite the slow rocking motion of the house as Harold plodded onward, he was fast asleep in just a few minutes.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 9:31:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 14:09:44 GMT -8
"Maybe they will." She smiled and watched as Efrik fell asleep. Once he was unconscious, Sione moved closer and gently petted his hair as he slept. She didn't need to sleep, of course, so she would simply watch the scenery pass by outside the windows as they traveled, and keep watch over her young charge.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on May 14, 2016 15:22:21 GMT -8
George would wander through the woods, eating some sort of greenish-grey foodstuff of horrid smell. Once done he would mysteriously light up a hard inedible piece of his meal and smoke it.
"If good, then why purple? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Would be all that one can hear from him.
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