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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 22:50:39 GMT -8
Darron White strode down the rode in mid-day, arms hidden beneath his poncho, the clinking of his spurrs could be heard as he walked. His large-brimmed hat and closed collar made his face non-visible if he tilted his hat down. The assassin was looking for a new contractor to serve, hopefully one that would suite his fancy. Darron had served countless noblemen and politicians, executing hits on their enemies before coolly walking away from it all once the job was done. He never stuck around in one place too long, he was the kind of man who made enemies, and killed them to make more enemies trying to avenge their friend. It didn't matter to Darron, killing a man wasn't a big deal for a man of his profession, and he's a man who never kept track of how many he's killed.
He's heading south toward the land formerly known as Fareen, he'd heard stories of a man there who could use talent like him. Sounded to be as good a place as any to go for work. A man raising a nation will need a lot of people dead, good business for Darron.
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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 Aug 14, 2016 14:33:54 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The assassin would feel the approach of the creature long before he saw it. The steady thud, thud, thud of hooves on compact dirt. He'd have enough time to hide before the creature appeared. Nearly nine feet tall and 2 tons of muscle. It's lower half covered in fur and ending in cloves hooves. The top half almost human except the head, which is that of bull. A wandering minotaur has crossed Darron's path. Of not are the items on its back, two large axes and pack. The pack would catch the assassin's attention for from it comes the distinctive clink, clink, clink of coin.  |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 15:32:10 GMT -8
Once he felt the thudding footstep Darron stopped in his tracks, his poncho flapped as he did so. He didn't like the sound of whatever was coming through, he walks off the path to take shelter behind a thick tree. His back on the bark, he listened as the creature came closer, he kept one hand on the sheath of his Katana and slid it only an inch out of the Saya. For now he aimed to stay hidden until he was located, he preferred if whatever it was would simply pass by. He did not take a peek from behind his hiding place, only listening and feeling the tremors in the ground through his boots.
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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 Aug 14, 2016 17:35:49 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The massive beast lumbers down the road. Each step it takes sending another tremor through the earth. When it reaches the spot where Darron split from the trail the Minotaur pauses. It's nostrils flare as it sniffs and snorts. It's large bovine eyes sweeping over the area where the assassin hides. Stomping it's feet and shaking it's head it seems to consider. Then it lets out a threatening bellow in the direction of the assassin. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:36:41 GMT -8
Well, shoot.
Darron knew he had been discovered. His Katana clinks as he slides it out further from its Saya and grabs hold of the Tsuka, the assassin backs away from the tree and prepares for battle.
Come on then big guy, let's see what you're made of.
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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 Aug 14, 2016 19:13:33 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The movement spurred the Minotaur to a rage. It's bestial voice bellows out angrily.
"BANDIT!"
It was smarter than the bovines it resembled. Capable of speech and basic reasoning. It had decided that the hiding figure was a thief laying in wait. It had smelled the steel upon the assassin. Drawing it's two large axes it hurls one with bone crushing force at Darron. Aiming as best it can through the foliage. The large ax would smash through the branches with little ease. The Minotaur would quickly follow it's thrown ax with a charge forward through the bush. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 14, 2016 20:03:50 GMT -8
He was hungry. Very hungry. In his human form, he lay on the side of the road, malnourished and sickened. He could barely move. His last meal was a week ago, following him eating a local farmers cow and getting shooed off by the local town guard. Cold. It was cold. He had no blanket to cover his body. He looked disheveled. Maybe he would die. He was terrified by the thought. 245 years of living told him he still had much to do. Much to experience and see. Even as a dragon. He was theoretically immortal, just not invincible. He couldn't fly. He couldn't run. Or walk. He had no way of getting food. He was at the mercy of nature or whoever may pass him. He sent a prayer up, to whoever may be ip there that they send him aid. In any form. Some way to let him escape this mess he had gotten himself into. As he lay there, his mind drew to more philosophical ideas. Have I ever loved? He wanted to love, to be loved. 245 years of living alone, preying off livestock. He didn't want to be alone. He hated it. He wanted just acceptance, a warm cave to go home to, food to be eaten each night. But if he was to die here, he would gain nothing. He woud, have lived his days as a desperate and dismal dragon, never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Terror gripped his head as he gripped it with his hands. Please, oh god, save me. Grandma absentmindedly watched the scenery speed by from the window of her carriage as it swiftly rolled down the road. She had been gone for several months and felt going on a carriage ride would do her some good to get her accustomed to things in this realm. The carriage was going quite fast for a carriage, but even still, it felt so sluggish. Letting out a sigh, Grandma pulled a book of various curious runes from her bag. She was just about to start reading it when the driver called out something was on the road. Carriage slowing to a stop, Grandma peered out the window and managed to make out the form of a man lying at the side of the road. Her driver leaped down and opened the door of the carriage for her as she climbed out and made her way over to the figure, motioning for the driver to stay with the carriage. Leaning over the disheveled man, she checked to see if he still lived. Although nearly dead from the look of it, he seemed to be desperately clinging to life. “Can you hear me, son?” Grandma spoke in a kindly voice and although she didn’t necessarily expect a response from the man, she watched to see if his eyes moved at all or showed any recognition of her presence. While waiting for any sign that he could notice her, Grandma ordered the driver to bring over some blankets along with food and drink. However, Grandma wasn’t acting out of pure altruism, she could sense something about this man. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different. Regardless, he intrigued her. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 22:40:13 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron )
The movement spurred the Minotaur to a rage. It's bestial voice bellows out angrily.
"BANDIT!"
It was smarter than the bovines it resembled. Capable of speech and basic reasoning. It had decided that the hiding figure was a thief laying in wait. It had smelled the steel upon the assassin. Drawing it's two large axes it hurls one with bone crushing force at Darron. Aiming as best it can through the foliage. The large ax would smash through the branches with little ease. The Minotaur would quickly follow it's thrown ax with a charge forward through the bush. Darron darts away from the location he had been hiding in, the wood he was standing behind exploding in splinters. After avoiding the thrown axe he strafes around the Minotaur and he now lays his eyes on the beast for the first time in the encounter. Against such a large and powerful beast he would have to exploit his speed and agility to gain an advantage. Once near the Minotaur he draws his Katana completely and would attempt to make a slash and run attack on it, aiming to slash horizontally at one of the beast's non-armored sections, his right leg, to hamstring it. If he could sever the tendons in the Minotaur's leg, his mobility advantage would increase even more. |
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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 Aug 15, 2016 10:59:37 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The Minotaur head twitches to follow the darting human. It may not be as fast or mobile, but it has a superior reach. As the human attempts to dart in it lashes out with it's large fist. If Darron enough into his attack he'd succeed. But that would mean the minotaur's blow would fall upon the assassin's body. Even from the position the beast is in, which is less than ideal, it would still be a bone cracking blow. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 9:27:33 GMT -8
As the Minotaur throws it's punch, Darron changes his movements abruptly, adapting to the changing situation. He side-stepped and spun counterclockwise, his large poncho whirling around as he did so and he lifted the katana to slice upwards along the Minotaur's arm. He changes his footing during the attack to prepare for his next maneuver.
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Ancalagon, The Black
New
I come in peace!
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 245 years
Physical Description: He is unlike most dragons, throwing away his beauty and majesty for speed and efficiency. His hide is black, coal-black, like the abyss. Upon his hide is a thin-layer of chitin, small enough to not impede his movement. This chitin meshes together in order to create a shock-resistant frame, insulating his precious organs from outside attacks. Atop his chitin layer are sets of tiered spikes. The spike are razor sharp and a weapon in themselves.
When in human form, he has slightly long black hair, a handsome face and green eyes. He is roughly 5'6 and of a slim build. You can identify the fact he is a dragon by the black rune etching, upon his palm.
Clothes and Equipment: As a dragon, he is incapable of handling gear, such as armour or weaponry.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Apr 22, 2016 9:17:26 GMT -8
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Post by Ancalagon, The Black on Aug 16, 2016 13:42:16 GMT -8
He was hungry. Very hungry. In his human form, he lay on the side of the road, malnourished and sickened. He could barely move. His last meal was a week ago, following him eating a local farmers cow and getting shooed off by the local town guard. Cold. It was cold. He had no blanket to cover his body. He looked disheveled. Maybe he would die. He was terrified by the thought. 245 years of living told him he still had much to do. Much to experience and see. Even as a dragon. He was theoretically immortal, just not invincible. He couldn't fly. He couldn't run. Or walk. He had no way of getting food. He was at the mercy of nature or whoever may pass him. He sent a prayer up, to whoever may be ip there that they send him aid. In any form. Some way to let him escape this mess he had gotten himself into. As he lay there, his mind drew to more philosophical ideas. Have I ever loved? He wanted to love, to be loved. 245 years of living alone, preying off livestock. He didn't want to be alone. He hated it. He wanted just acceptance, a warm cave to go home to, food to be eaten each night. But if he was to die here, he would gain nothing. He woud, have lived his days as a desperate and dismal dragon, never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Never to be remembered. Terror gripped his head as he gripped it with his hands. Please, oh god, save me. Grandma absentmindedly watched the scenery speed by from the window of her carriage as it swiftly rolled down the road. She had been gone for several months and felt going on a carriage ride would do her some good to get her accustomed to things in this realm. The carriage was going quite fast for a carriage, but even still, it felt so sluggish. Letting out a sigh, Grandma pulled a book of various curious runes from her bag. She was just about to start reading it when the driver called out something was on the road. Carriage slowing to a stop, Grandma peered out the window and managed to make out the form of a man lying at the side of the road. Her driver leaped down and opened the door of the carriage for her as she climbed out and made her way over to the figure, motioning for the driver to stay with the carriage. Leaning over the disheveled man, she checked to see if he still lived. Although nearly dead from the look of it, he seemed to be desperately clinging to life. “Can you hear me, son?” Grandma spoke in a kindly voice and although she didn’t necessarily expect a response from the man, she watched to see if his eyes moved at all or showed any recognition of her presence. While waiting for any sign that he could notice her, Grandma ordered the driver to bring over some blankets along with food and drink. However, Grandma wasn’t acting out of pure altruism, she could sense something about this man. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different. Regardless, he intrigued her. He couldn't speak. He signalled to her that he was alive by shifting his eyes back-and-forth. Help. Help his arrived. Food. He could eat. He wouldn't die. He was practically euphoric. He smiled weakly, barely managing to even do that. He couldn't see who had helped him. The voice sounded old, but in his tired state he couldn't discern the gender of his savior. This person appeared just a black blob above him. He could just make out the carriage behind this person. They must be rich, or an aristocrat. Then why didn't they recognise him, as Ancalagon? The sheep-eater. That was easy to answer, since he was in his humanoid form. He could sense something anout this mysterious figure, a They hadn't purely helped due to his exhausted state. There was some ulterior motive behind this. He couldn't do anything about it. And he couldn't tell what it was. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 16, 2016 14:42:26 GMT -8
Grandma absentmindedly watched the scenery speed by from the window of her carriage as it swiftly rolled down the road. She had been gone for several months and felt going on a carriage ride would do her some good to get her accustomed to things in this realm. The carriage was going quite fast for a carriage, but even still, it felt so sluggish. Letting out a sigh, Grandma pulled a book of various curious runes from her bag. She was just about to start reading it when the driver called out something was on the road. Carriage slowing to a stop, Grandma peered out the window and managed to make out the form of a man lying at the side of the road. Her driver leaped down and opened the door of the carriage for her as she climbed out and made her way over to the figure, motioning for the driver to stay with the carriage. Leaning over the disheveled man, she checked to see if he still lived. Although nearly dead from the look of it, he seemed to be desperately clinging to life. “Can you hear me, son?” Grandma spoke in a kindly voice and although she didn’t necessarily expect a response from the man, she watched to see if his eyes moved at all or showed any recognition of her presence. While waiting for any sign that he could notice her, Grandma ordered the driver to bring over some blankets along with food and drink. However, Grandma wasn’t acting out of pure altruism, she could sense something about this man. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different. Regardless, he intrigued her. He couldn't speak. He signalled to her that he was alive by shifting his eyes back-and-forth. Help. Help his arrived. Food. He could eat. He wouldn't die. He was practically euphoric. He smiled weakly, barely managing to even do that. He couldn't see who had helped him. The voice sounded old, but in his tired state he couldn't discern the gender of his savior. This person appeared just a black blob above him. He could just make out the carriage behind this person. They must be rich, or an aristocrat. Then why didn't they recognise him, as Ancalagon? The sheep-eater. That was easy to answer, since he was in his humanoid form. He could sense something anout this mysterious figure, a They hadn't purely helped due to his exhausted state. There was some ulterior motive behind this. He couldn't do anything about it. And he couldn't tell what it was. The man appears to be in slightly better shape than Grandma had thought, perhaps the lack of food was the main reason for his current state. Assisting him in eating a bit of the food and drinking some water, Grandma considers what to do next. Although they could stick him in the carriage and head off to the nearest tavern she thought he needed a bit more immediate medical care. She also knew the perfect person for administering such care. Ordering her driver to take over assisting the man eating and drinking, Grandma begin channeling as she paces about. A number of square clumps of dirt are pulled up from the side of the road and float over to in front of the carriage. The cubes were perfect, unnaturally so for pieces of dirt pulled from the ground. After just a moment, lines would begin appearing on the cubes, as if drawn by an invisible hand. Still, this process would take a bit of time as Grandma didn’t feel any particular need to rush it. Her ritual in motion, Grandma walks back over to the injured man, checking if he has a fever or any other injuries. If she finds any, she does what she can to disinfect them and bind them with a bandage. “There is nothing to worry about, we shall be traveling to a place you can get proper medical care to shortly. For now, simply conserve your strength.” Grandma gives the man a comforting pat on the shoulder as she speaks. |
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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 Aug 16, 2016 15:32:02 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
Darron's blow lands on the iron of The Minotaur's vambrace. The beast bats the sword aside and pivots on it's right foot. This allows the Minotaur to bring the ax in it's left hand around in a sweeping arc. The blow is aimed at the assassin's chest. It doesn't hold the full force of the minotaur's strength, but it is still stronger than any normal mans blow. So strong that a brittle blade like a katana would likely shatter under it's strength, should Darron try and block. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 20:43:35 GMT -8
"Tchh..." Darron is annoyed about hitting the Minotaur's armor but doesn't linger on it as the beast counter-attacks. The outlaw quickly bends over backwards, his hat falling off and revealing his medium length brown hair. After seeing the ax pass over him he gets back up and grabs his poncho and pulls it off himself before tossing it up at the Minotaur to obscure its vision in preparation for next move.
(I figure this counts as an offense not a defense)
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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 Aug 19, 2016 14:31:00 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The Minotaur hadn't fully committed to the blow. So even though Darron dodge the beast wasn't caught of balance. It was easy for the beast bring itself back into a ready position. Which meant it was easy for the beast to launch a kick before Darron pulled the poncho off. Given the difference in height the kick would be at Darron's chest level and would catch the poncho as the man tries to remove it. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 6:55:09 GMT -8
"OOF!" Darron knocked away and rolls on the ground, it was a sick kick, but Darron was still in the fight. He puts his Katana away and takes his repeating crossbow from his back. Taking aim, Darron fires a bolt at the Minotaur's eye ideally. As the Bolt flies through the air, the next one fall from the magazine into place, now Darron just needed to pull on the latch to reload the firing mechanism.
The crossbow was one modified for faster and easier reload for more rapid fire.
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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 Aug 20, 2016 7:53:42 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
The Minotaur snorted in triumph as the man sailed away. The beast then surged forward intent on burying it's ax into the man's chest. It's eyes were intent upon the assassin so when the man pulled out his crossbow the minotaur raised its left hand in front of it. The beast catches the bolt with the palm of its hand. Letting out a snort of pain as the bolt pierces the leathery skin. Still such a small wound was hardly enough to stop it. Before Darron could think of pulling back the string the minotaur was bringing it's right arm down in an overhand swing. The ax he bears in that hand aimed squarely for the assassin's chest. As Darron is prone on the ground he'd be hard pressed to do more than roll out of the way of the blow.
(Remember doing things like switching weapons or throwing your poncho take more time than swinging a sword or throwing a kick. Best to save actions like that for when your opponent is off balance.) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 8:41:05 GMT -8
Darron would roll to the side to avoid the Minotaur's attack again, grabbing his Chakram in his right hand while still holding his crossbow. His crossbow was nicely modified in a way that he only needed one hand to reload, and could do this quickly with expert use of momentum and centrifugal force. Darron was skilled enough to almost throw the crossbow then catch it by the hook of the latch to pull it backward to activate the reloading mechanism, pulling the drawstring back with ease and raising the bolt holder to prepare the bolt it for launch, then he could just as easily yank it back in the opposite direction to return it do his hand to take aim.
Now at a new angle, Darron fires another iron bolt at the Minortaur's rib area.
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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 Aug 24, 2016 9:28:37 GMT -8
(The Minotaur - @darron)
Darron had gotten far too greedy. His roll hadn't brought him out of The Minotaurs striking range. Which meant by the time the man had his cross bow leveled the beast had already made it's move. It turned to the side to face Darron, delivering a bone crushing back hand with it's hand. The blow was aimed at roughly where the mans elbows were when the crossbow was leveled. Meaning that the beast would catch the crossbow and knock it away, long before the man could sight or pull the trigger. Utilizing the momentum from the turn the beast rends it's ax from the ground. Know The Minotaur eyes him carefully ready to see which way the man moved. It's ax would fly to intercept the mans path. Proving that being prone on the ground is the very last place one wants to be in a fight. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 28, 2016 8:19:53 GMT -8
Roy wandered down the road, pockets full of chocolate. As always, his magical parasol floated above his head, keeping him shielded from the burning sunlight. He glanced around, looking from the stream on his left to the forest on his right. This certainly was a nice stretch of road. Hopefully he'd reach an inn soon, although he doubted that any inn would be as nice as the hotel back in the Steelscape. That had been lovely, although slightly scary. As he walked, he unwrapped a bar of his uncle's best chocolate and bit off a square with a satisfying crack. He loved chocolate, and the plain dark chocolate bar with pecans was his favorite.
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